Constantine King Shark Novels & Stories

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.

the King says. The King then steps across the borders, and EP surrounds him in a white glow, showing that he, King Andre Valdez, is the one true King of the werewolves, and has no impure intentions. My dad looks at the king, with admiration, and says, “Thank you, Andre I appreciate your kind words. Shall we?”

Even my name itself brings fear to our enemies' hearts. SHANE VINCENT KING, leader of the most powerful gang in NY. My last name says it all, we are the KINGS. I have no weakness but My world is my family. My whole family including my brothers and sister are also well known for their skills. If anyone dares to hurt my family, then rest assured you can find them six feet under the ground. I'll never let anything happen to my family and my teammates are also like my family.

Their holograms were being projected at the table where only the Omni King, Kronos Von Spector, was the actual person there. From his right: Cyss Emperor, Alfredo El Chrome; Dwarf King, Gronta Pappy; Tiberian King, Argus Maximus; Elf Queen, Guinevere Whitehorn; Missoni Chief, Phulu; Cobalt Ocean Empire Emperor, Shima Melcros; and San Coro Empress, Cleopatra. “May I hear your opinions?” Kronos asked without starting the meeting with any formalities. There was no such time for that. Kronos was a human with ginger coloured hair and beard. He carefully shaved the beard on his cheeks so that only the area around his chin had hair. His hair was kept short and was covered by his crown. His shoulder

Killian observed, his silver eyes tracking the boy's flawless footwork. "He already is," I smiled. "He just doesn't have the fur to prove it." A massive shadow detached itself from the archway of the deep catacombs, stepping out into the morning sun. Kaelen had not drowned in the Marianas Trench. Three weeks after the Skarn Queen’s neural link was severed, the First King had simply walked out of the Pacific Ocean and marched across the continent, returning to the Silver Moon covered in salt, dried volcanic ash, and victory.

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.

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!"