Dc Comics Constantine Novels & Stories

His hands were already inside his chest and he was holding his beating heart in his palm. "You're not an Alpha. You don't have what it takes to be one. You're a disgrace to my kind." His eyes widened, he was chasing his breath and that's enough reason that he can't be called Alpha. His mouth opened but before he could even speak, Hawthorne pulled his hand out with his heart. He collapsed and he also let go of his heart before he faced all the Rogues who were terrified while staring at him. While Constantine was just smiling as he leaned against the door. Unlike him whose clothes and face was stained with blood, he was very clean except for his bloody hands.

“What I mean is that I’m willing to give you anything you wish in order to help me save Felix from his troubles.” “From his brother?” “Yes. Cassian.” He eyed me for the longest time, not moving or even appearing to be breathing. Konstantin was a terrifying figure, with his pale skin and black hair. He was so old that he had completely mastered the art of concealing his emotions. He only showed what he wanted to, and nothing more. “Come inside, Witch of Endor.” I knew that by accepting the invitation, I’d be accepting the risks involved. He opened the door wide for me, and gestured for me to walk through it. The hair on my nape stood on end.

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

It was true that Jason was a beautiful man in a boyish sort of way, but Dominic was handsome in a dangerous sort of way. And once you had crossed the invisible line, there was no way of ever going back to ordinary handsome men.

*5 years later* Alex POV Have you ever wanted to be someone else? That was the question that I’ve been asking myself all these years. With the stress of life getting me down I couldn't help but wonder what it would of been like. But now I wouldn’t ever want to change a thing. Charlotte is strong, she’s a warrior in disguise. Never in my lifetime would I have thought that someone so small, so beautiful, would turn my life upside down for the better. She's over come all her fears and became everything the pack needs in a Luna plus more. We’ve made three beautiful children. That are more then a handful and keep me on my toes that's for sure. My daughter Lilly, she’s the strongest out of all th

Cheng shrugged “What do you mean beast?” Roman arched a brow “Bernard is trying to create the perfect werewolf shape shifter, a beast only he could control. That’s what he has been working tirelessly on, and he would do anything to get his beast” Cheng coughed and tried adjusting his wrist in the chains Roman proceeded to remove the chains on his hands and legs, “whoa! What do you think you’re about to do?” Lucas stopped him by grabbing him by the arm “UN chain him obviously, he knows we’re like him so he can’t hurt us.” Roman sounded so convinced

Cass, you know women only survive in this world if they know how to stay quiet," she says, pretending to be nervous. "The door is shut, this room is soundproof and you know I can keep a secret," I say, hinting at our affair. It does the trick. She says, "Look, ever since Christmas, Constantine has been different. Not just with me, with the business as well. He's been trying to clean up the illegal aspects and distancing himself from them. Kind of like how you did in Chicago. I don't know why the sudden shift, but there are a lot of people who don't want the illegal side of things to end. That's where most of the money is made."

“I didn’t know Weres have cults.” “Everybody has cults. They’re the weeds of sentient civilization. And Constantine’s was the worst of them, because . . .” He shakes his head and turns back to where his seconds are idling, waiting for him. He’s borrowing precious time, just to explain shit to me. “Constantine’s dead. But his right hands . . . Our understanding of their power structure may have been incomplete.” “The boy who killed himself . . . ?” “He was in his late teens. Too young to have been part of the original cult. I doubt he ever met Constantine.”

He thumped his chest with a large hand. My vision wavered. “Who… are you?” A flicker of pride glowed in his eyes. “I am Konstantine. King of Lycans.” The room tilted. The fighting men — the Lycans — were all watching us, their shoulders squared, expressions suddenly soft, reverent. Konstantine stepped forward slowly, as if approaching a skittish deer. He reached out, and before I could flinch away, he enfolded me in an embrace that smelled like the mountains and old forests.

“Alpha Brutus, IWMA held a conference in Timbuktu, about their current project work. You need to take one doctor who knows about this project.” His manager informed him. Brutus looked around and then his eyes fixed on me. “Doctor Cassandra would be the best choice for it.” As soon as he said it, my jaws dropped. Travelling with him that far did not seem a good idea. “Alpha Brutus,” Luke called him. “Can you take some other doctor, Cassy is quite busy for a week. There are few patients consulting her online.” He said as he ran as my saviour. “Alright. I would take Doctor Nancy..” Brutus stared at the intern. I sighed.