Constantine King Shark Novels & Stories

Hair so black it absorbed light. And when he smiled, his teeth were white as bone and sharp as razors. "My name is Kael," he said. "And I serve the Shadow King. I am very pleased to make your acquaintance, Celeste Hartwell." He knew my name. He knew who I was. "You're one of them," I whispered. "One of the shadow creatures." "I am shadow-born, yes. An ambassador of sorts." His smile grew wider, but there was something predatory in it. "And you, sweet Celeste, have just opened a door that has been locked for centuries."

the shadow yelled, "Prince of Sharks" Lord Reece repeats. A group from the kingdom of sharks starting jumping in excitement and raised the Prince of Shark on their shoulders. Everyone applauded, then the Prince of sharks flew to Lord Reece and join him on stage arrogantly waving at everyone. The prince of sharks is a handsome, muscular boy of around 25 years with green eyes and curly blonde hairs, his white skin has small fins and gills on it. Butterflies started floating in everyone stomach to know who will be the next. Every eye is desperately looking to the Bowl of fire.

They looked proud and above all, authority and power floated in the air. I walked beside the King, arms touching his. The King looked at me, a brief meeting of the eyes and then his eyes went to his arms and then he stopped. "King Damien." The King of Latoli, greeted with a raise of his glass. I looked around and he was the only young King amongst them all. Damien? I looked up at the King, his eyes on the men that were seated. His name was Damien? I had overhead one of the maid, saying his father had named his Victory and for that reason, he has son every war.

Jesus! My eyes are large, my jaw agaped, and my mind blown when I see his stomach regenerating. Within a minute, his entire body is fixed like nothing happened and King Marcellus floats to stand on his feet. "The Central king will not tell you but I will. He tried to kill me because of a human." King Marcellus speaks only a fraction of the truth. "Is it true, Kael?" These three new presences give off the same royal aura too, so I'm guessing they are also Kings and Queens.

Cara shook her head quickly, this wasn't real. Sharriah was escorted to stand by the King's side, she was anxious, standing infront of great powerful elite werewolves wasn't always an occasionally things to do. "You all may have known my slave Sharriah, whom I have bought from the black market, the goddess had mated her to me all this while but she never knew, only I knew about it, I never made it known to her except the previous day. Now I seek for a queen and I have found no one capable to be that."

The process where each graduand from each arm presented their skill or a mind turning project that won them a one year internship by the scouters that were invited. "Well that's because Jacob St. Laurent will be attending this one", he proffered, causing all the blood to drain out my face. "What?", I choked out, letting go of my spoon. Jacob St. Laurent was the only descendant of one of the pure blood families. The Royal pure blood family to be exact. Jacob St. Laurent without question, was the King of Vampires. And he was going to be at the selection. The selection I wasn't even remotely prepared for.

For the second time in three months; I find myself a waiting the birth of another prince. My younger brother, Xavier, the prince of the Hell hounds; was the first. The second prince we await on, is the younger brother of my best friend, Gunner. Gunner, is the prince of all shifters. His father Kieran, is known as the Dragon King. I watch as both men pace back and forth with nervousness and excitment.

Billy dropped the bombshell. I blinked several times as the name reverberated in my mind. Harold Kingson. Even I recognized that name. Shortly before my birth, Harold, the brother of the wolf shifter king, had attempted to seize the throne. He had been detained, and as far as I knew, he had spent the remainder of his life in exile or prison, or something along those lines. The details were hazy because I had never cared about the royal family. They had never done anything for me. Why should I care if some wealthy jerk's brother coveted a shiny crown for himself?

For now. Damon tightened his arms around me, holding me against him as I held our son. Fabiano Lombardi was a villain king, a beast who ruled all other monster. The king of beasts. Damon Petrakis was no prince charming but he was a simple knight sent to the castle of king by my friend, Gideon. Damon was a knight. And I was the princess who didn't get her prince charming. Even thought I didn't have my prince charming, I didn't deserve a monster.

I wonder why they suddenly backed out after what Sebastian did to their Pack. "What's the fuss about?" I asked them and they all bowed. Wow! Why do I feel enthralled already by all these gestures? "Salvador, we are sorry to barge in this way but we had to after coming to a conclusion, We need to crown a new King to oversee the borders and boundaries of other packs." I gasped. "All of a sudden?" I asked. "Yes!" Another one slammed from Black mountain Pack