Constantine King Shark Novels & Stories

he asked. "Valerie Aine James," I replied, biting my lip. Did he maybe, by any chance, know them? He was a vampire so he could be really old and maybe have been friends with my parents? His eyes widened a fraction and my hopes went up. "Nikolai, do you know who Faelern is?" Max asked, jumping to a different topic. "The king of all Fayes," Nik replied. The Fayes had a king? "Did you know he had a daughter?" Max asked him again.

The largest wolf — Boris — sniffed the air audibly, then the next one did too. Then a deep, familiar, ancient voice, rough as a boulder dragged over stone, rumbled from the corner near the fireplace. “Rina.” The room seemed to shiver. I turned so fast I nearly knocked over Louisa’s tray. Standing there, bigger than any of his sons, clad in fur and shadow and pure damn authority, was King Konstantine himself. His silver mane hung loose, and his eyes burned holes straight through my mate. Kayla’s eyes widened, lips parting.

"We were unaware of his presence at the council meeting when my mate spoke Constantine," "Please address me as Con." he said as he chuckled. "My King is always a presence but is a bit of a shadow lurking he tends to not want to get involved in the running of everyday thing but this issue interested him greatly and well your mate impressed him and melted him a little." he added, now openly laughing. "He is slowly thawing out to life after hundreds of decades the Rebel Vampire King has been impressed by your mates intuitive actions as he was intrigued by your mother before her. Then, of course, there are his grandchildren who have also awoken his humanity. Like Anthony here, he just needed som

Cracks spread across the altar. From within the fissures, black fire erupted, and the Shade King began to rise. He was enormous, half wolf, half man, his body made of smoke and burning embers, his eyes silver and soulless. Tiara stepped forward, her glow brightening. "Shade King," she said, her voice echoing. "Your war ends tonight." The creature smiled, letting out a cold, hollow grin. "Then come, moon-child. Let us see if your light can survive the dark."

And at the center of it all, undefeated, untouchable, was Kane Shawn. Standing at 6'5", with a body carved from years of brutal discipline, he was a titan among men. His blonde curls were damp with sweat, sticking to his forehead as he rolled his shoulders, his enormous arms flexing with ease. His skin glistened under the dim lights, his six-pack rippling with every movement. But it was his face that truly set him apart a masterpiece of sharp lines and perfect imperfections. His light blue eyes had the power to pierce through a man's soul, making even the most confident opponents hesitate. His lips, full and sinful, often twisted into a smirk that made women weak and men envious.

He makes no point of hiding the admiration on his countenance, nor the intrinsic arouse in his pheromones… which quickly reached Callisto's nostrils. No matter how hard they try to camouflage it… there's lust. Lustful eyes are on his mate. Callisto clutches the glass so hard that it bursts in his hand, making the music to immediately stop. Everyone looks startled at the King, who's holding shards of glass across his hand. Blood and wine mix and drip down his fingers… along with an intense smell of hostility that makes some people lose the strength of their legs and fall to their knees. Rhea looks around startled, then at Callisto, who remains seated, with yellow eyes glowing fiercely.

"Constantine. Cardinal of the Church of Holy Illuminati. Got into an argument with the higher-ups of the church five years ago and was even said to have battled fiercely against the judges sentencing him. He was expelled from the church by the Pope, but not stripped of his title and powers as Cardinal. He's been wandering the world after that and entered Dasha two years ago." "He was allowed to enter the country?"

This cannot be just a mere coincidence. 'Crown Prince Harad stepped out today with his firstborn and Princess Xanne to evaluate the restoration of the museum,’ the news anchor reported. 'His son is in the arms of none other than Luna Taylor from Crescent Moon who, as per statements given by Prince Harad, is paying a visit to him and his mate Princess Cissy. Look, werewolf community, isn't the little one adorable? He will be our King one day! Can you believe that?!’ the woman whispered ecstatically. I cannot stop staring at the familiar face, completely taken aback by how much it resembles.

the Dwarf King shouted before he left the castle in a huff. The only thing I could think of was, 'Goodness! This was bad.' "I agree with King Marco. You seem to have no respect for other creatures, Alpha Constantine. I can't wait to see the better pack to be the werewolves' representative. I, Otto Braun, will leave this place. The Giants and the werewolves are no more," the Giant King firmly said. My brother was incensed after he heard what the Giant King had said, "Who needs a giant? We werewolves can stand alone!"

She rested her head against the window pane longing to feel the sun on her face and the wind in her hair but she was confined to this room on her father's orders he kept her out of sight so he did not have to remember. Her Father was the Hunter Leader, Prince Constantine, the deadliest Hunter of all he was descended from Hunters right from when they had discovered that monsters were living among them. Monsters that he had sworn to destroy every last one of them, when he cornered them Constantine and his men showed no mercy. If he discovered their hidden Packs he ordered them to kill every single man, woman and child. They were a cancer he had to remove from the face of the earth and he had s