Constantine King Shark Novels & Stories

The king's concubine, the one who had plotted against the saint sent by God, was the one who would not only heal the king's son but also win his heart and make him good again, as well as the cause of his death. Calisto seemed annoyed as his arms released me, and sat on the bed. "They need your king to deal with something so idiotic? What the hell are the princes good for?" He was bothered, but my eyes were busy taking in his sculpted body, every feature of his face. No matter how many fanatics I had seen or how many times I had imagined it, I would never come close to the true beauty of Calisto. His long, black hair cascaded down his back in waves and tangles, thanks to what we had done earl

I stand back up. "Havin' fun wit' your whore, little Cousin?" he asks. I scowl at him, but he doesn't see since Cesar quickly shoves me behind him. "Who are you to interrupt us?" Cesar hisses. "Couldn't you see 'dat we were in 'de middle of something?" "The fuckin' King of the barbarians," Red Fox smugly replies Cesar scoffs. "And who am I, Younger Cousin?" Cesar roar " No my cousin I am the goddamn King of the 'de barbarians. The King "

He is a true predator who knows no pity and does not know how to love. They say that the Lord is just like that - a purebred. Conceived and born of vampire parents. He is the strongest of us all, there is no doubt about that. And he is looking for a force similar to himself. But the Lord had already made many attempts to convert a person, and they all ended in failure. The king suffered greatly from this, but did not give up the idea of ​​finding the Chosen One. The one who will survive the blood of a pureblood, who will not die after tasting the true elixir of eternity.

Rhea began, "get off the high horse and listen. I know your mom wants the same for you. Don't you feel what I feel around him? He's dangerous, Cinzia, too dangerous." I huffed. "Well, I can be dangerous too if I choose to be." A knock echoed on the door, and I shot a glare in its direction. Rhea helped me into my robe, and I settled back into the chair. "It's open," Rhea announced. Johnson entered, bowing. "The hybrid king is on his way here. I'm here to inform you, and I apologize for this morning. I didn't know you were indecent." "At least you know when to apologize, unlike the jerk who calls himself your king. He's a freaking ass."

We were looking for Tino. After these words left my lips, Tino's head turned to me. “Why are you looking for me? ” "Because you are the new King of Giants and I need you in my war against Amon, the Vampire King. Constantine's look was incredible; he was so shocked by it. "I told you that she was the future Goddess of the Moon, My Lord, "said Thibaut with a triumphant smile.

The Captain of the Guard was a silent, steadfast shadow, his loyalty a small, warm ember in the cold, lonely darkness of the hall. “They are like sharks, my King,” Ronan said, his voice a low, cautious murmur. “They can smell blood in the water.” “Let them smell it,” Kaelen said, his voice a low, dangerous growl. “I am not dead yet.” “No,” Ronan agreed. “But you are wounded. And a wounded king is a dangerous king. Dangerous to himself, and dangerous to his kingdom.”

Everything felt wrong. “Stay close,” Ryan said. I stepped beside him as we walked toward the main hall. The guards at Nightshade bowed low as we passed. Their eyes flicked to me with curiosity. I lowered my gaze, trying to keep my breathing steady. Inside, a tall man greeted us with a polite smile that didn’t quite reach his eyes. “Lycan King,” he said, bowing. “It is an honor.” Ryan gave a short nod. “And the Luna,” he added, his gaze lingering on my covered face. “Welcome,” he said. “I trust your journey was safe.”

Around her sat the leaders of the Mountain Pack and the emissaries who had come from Shadow Creek—Donovan, her mother, and the council elders. "The Shadow King is a wolf like no other," Donovan reported, his face grim. "He emerged from the eastern wastes six months ago, claiming to be the heir of the First Wolves. He's been gathering followers ever since, promising them power and glory." "He's a liar," Seraphina said flatly. "The First Wolves have no heirs. They're spirits, not bloodlines." "Maybe." Donovan's voice was heavy. "But he's convinced thousands of wolves. He's built an army that could overwhelm any pack in the region."

Eli whispered under his breath. One of the strangers laughed softly, as if amused. “So fast,” he said. “As expected of the Alpha King.” Eli’s head snapped toward Kieran at that word again. Alpha King. That title didn’t make sense to him, but the way those men said it—like it meant something powerful, something feared—made his stomach tighten. Kieran didn’t respond. His posture had changed completely. Gone was the calm, unreadable expression from before. Now there was something sharper.

He stands to his feet and lets his gaze travel from one end of the table to the other. “I am Alpha Shane of the Dark Moon pack. I went back to where I was brought into the world and took back what was mine. I am the only legitimate heir and it is my birthright to be Alpha of my father’s pack. I’ve broken no laws, I challenged him, and won,” he said.