Constantine Lucifer Novels & Stories

the one making sure he is sent to clay!” “For centuries, I managed to wipe out every pure blooded lycan, including Dimitri’s parents. I will take care of him myself.” He grumbled. The air was filled with silence and an unidentified threat. The rumbling, sinister laugh of Konstantine reverberated off the walls of the room. “His resurrection,” he thought, “It is a challenge, isn’t it?” “Sire?” Sylvester pleaded, uncertain of his master’s meaning. He was certain that his master enjoyed playing with his live prey. One of Konstantine’s evil characteristics was that, although being thousands of years old, he constantly looked forward to the excitement of his chase. The idea of eliminating his lon

(Fiesty slut isn't she what I wouldn't pay to be the one fucking this virgin pussy) the man said cruelly. She flinched at his words and she felt him stroking her thighs as he struggled against the next mans grip. " Basta che ora appartiene a Leonardo e non deve essere toccata, a meno che tu non voglia spiegare al don che hai rovinato il suo regalo di compleanno"(Thats enough she belongs to Leonardo now and is not to be touched, this is unless you want to explain to the don that you ruined his birthday gift) the other man said.

“Pick one. I don’t care which one. Marry her and stabilize the realm before I lose what’s left of my mind.” Damian’s eyes opened. They were bright silver, which all Lycan’s possessed. The look on his eyes would have made a lesser wolf slit their own throat. “You think I don’t want a mate?” His voice came out quiet. The dangerous kind of quiet that Lucas had learned years ago to take seriously. “You think I am choosing this?” Lucas said nothing.

"I tried. But I am one voice among many, and there are forces on the Council who want your children for reasons that have nothing to do with their wellbeing." "What forces? Who's behind the custody petition?" Konstantin hesitated. "What I'm about to tell you will put you in grave danger. Are you certain you want this knowledge?" "My children are already in danger. Tell me." "Very well." Konstantin pulled out a folder. "Do you know the name Lucian Drăculești?" Ivy's blood turned to ice. Every Alpha knew that name. Lucian Drăculești was a legend, the oldest living Alpha, a vampire-wolf hybrid who'd supposedly ruled most of Europe five centuries ago before mysteriously disappearing.

And from the center of the army— He rose. Lucien. Clad in ash-black armor, his eyes burned red with eldritch power. His face, once handsome, was twisted now—still Celeste’s kin, but changed by darkness. His mouth curled into a cruel grin as he spotted the flame. “Lyra,” he called out across the void, his voice both echoing and growling. “You’ve come to die again.” She stepped forward. “No,” she called back. “I’ve come to finish what your sister couldn’t.”

Like his body refused to rest while I was still at risk. “So…” I began hesitantly, “about Louisa—the blonde woman I met earlier.” Adrian’s shoulders tensed. “What about her?” “She said she came on behalf of the Lycan king. Is that true?” He nodded with a sigh, stopping at the door to my room. “Yeah. The great King Konstantine.” I frowned. “That’s the Lycan king’s name?” “Yes. Lycan king Konstantine, the Silver Fang of the eastern realms,” Adrian said with the faintest grimace. “He’s not someone you forget once you meet him. My father always said he was the most powerful man he ever knew.”

Sabu, Peter, Heinrich, and Elijah got into their cart and the group was off. Lucifer made sure to wave goodbye to Gwyn and Lucius as his cart went through the doors. 'Why does Lucius look sad? Is he upset that we didn't have a match.' Lucifer wondered briefly. Lucifer didn't give too much thought to how Lucius looked and instead decided to refocus on what comes next. 'Cytus. Lycans. Unknown.' Lucifer repeated the thought, thinking about what each problem was going to entail. - Cytus - About two days after the group leaves Sangmara.

This was the cold, calculated act of a heartless tyrant, and it sickened me to my core. "You are a monster," I spat at Constantine, my voice filled with loathing. "You have no heart, no compassion. You are nothing but a soulless creature." Constantine's laughter echoed in the air, a haunting sound that sent shivers down my spine. "And what are you, Cain?" she retorted. "A mere lycan with delusions of grandeur. You think you can stop me? You are nothing. I just killed Agnes whom they claimed to be the greatest sorcerer alive"

Maybe it's because I'm the second half personality of Lucifer Nightwalker von Nightmare. Unlike Nightwalker, there are times I'd like to be alone. When I'm alone, I tend to have some meaningless thoughts flowing inside my head. Like, 'who am I?' Lucifer Nightmare, the second half personality of Lucifer Nightwalker von Nightmare, the son of Lucione Nightwalker von Nightmare and EveTwo P. N. Transcend, the brother of Restia Nightwalker von Nightmare, the master of Ruby, et cetera.

he mused, "It is a challenge, isn't it?" "Sire?" Sylvester begged, not sure what his master meant by his words. He knew for sure that his master loved playing with his prey alive. Konstantine was thousands of years old but he always lived for the thrill of his hunt, it was one of his sinister traits "The lycan, Dimitri Castellan, will fall, and with him, the last hope for his kind. We shall descend upon their kind like a plague. We shall cleanse the world of the werewolf filth, bringing a wave of death and destruction that shall drown their packs in crimson blood." A wicked smile curled up on his lips at the mere thought of wiping out his long time enemies.