Dc Constantine Novels & Stories

The elder was surrounded by the Quell Divine Light. Based on the momentum, he wasn’t a powerhouse in the Daeclon Mahayana Rank but was close to it. “Cyril Yonatan.” With a trembling voice, Wesley said, “He’s one of the Ten Great Emperors under Emperor Qadeer. He has just entered the Daeclon Mahayana Rank.” When James heard Wesley’s words, his expression darkened. Initially, he wanted to wait for Yehria’s father to descend and fight against him. He didn’t expect Xanthakos to send a bunch of people down. It seemed that Xanthakos was extremely hard to invite.

Constantine! He almost screamed her name at the sight of her, holding back his over excitement as his eyes went on an adventure on the beauty before him. Yet he couldn't resist calling her name. "Constantine.?", He called with now less interest on the treaty and more on her. He had his hands supporting him as he got up from his seat and stood to watch her keep walking towards him. She was looking better than the last he set eyes on her, watching her skin glow as the light aided it to. Her platinum blonde hair was perfect, falling on her shoulders and on her back, and her porcelain skin, so perfect for the word perfect.

The heart emoji I added felt hollow, mocking the affection it was supposed to convey. Constantine reappeared, now dressed in a perfectly tailored navy blue suit that clung to him in all the right places. Immaculate, as always. Sharp. Dangerous. Evil bastard... "Come with me," he said, keeping up his casual front, though his eyes portrayed something darker.

Richard said, and there was actual fear in his voice for the first time. "I was securing valuable assets for Consilience research. These subjects represent years of progress in understanding resurrection." "You were making decisions above your authority level," Constantine replied coldly. "And in doing so, you've exposed our organization to exactly the kind of attention we spend billions avoiding." He turned to look at Damian, then at me, his eyes calculating and intelligent in ways that made my skin crawl. "The Balance's hunter," Constantine said, addressing Damian directly. "And his companion, the woman who died and came back with impressive abilities, I've been expecting you.

To witness me. I stood at the front, beside Alexandro, beneath a giant silver arch twined with white roses and moon blossoms. My hand trembled in his, but he held it firmly—reassuring, unshaken, calm. He looked every bit a king in his white ceremonial robe embroidered with gold and pearl threads. His hair was neatly tied back, his wound hidden beneath layers of fabric and power. He didn't flinch once. Even now, after being stabbed, he stood like nothing could touch him. Miraculously, his wound stopped bleeding and he got a fast healing. 0

The tone that the man spoke in radiated imperiality. Constantin took another look—a black-gold dragon robe, the Flat-Heaven Crown, and a radiance of imperial majesty. Could it be… "You're the king of Dasovia!" Constantin exclaimed. Chase snorted coldly. He didn't waste words and struck directly using the Earth Sovereign's Seizing Hand. Constantin's face changed. He quickly drew his sword and unleashed his ultimate technique, the Tallon Nine Swords.

Caitlin grabbed a chair and sat down adjacent to me, her bare thighs squashing down onto the seat as she folded her ankles and leaned back. She gestured with her hand to let me continue, almost impatiently and I cocked an eyebrow at her with a small smile. This woman… "If," I emphasised. "You're willing. Your target would be Lucas Trevino, software engineer and owner of Godfather nightclub." I paused for her reaction and she simply just nodded her head waiting for me to continue.

Alpha Damien, the great and prestigious Alpha of the red moon pack and one of the strongest, leading billionaires and businessmen of all time, stood right at the door of the kitchen, from which Courtney had just left. His cold gaze, glazed against the body of that woman and in comprehensive pain followed by rage, overwhelmed him. He wanted to just shred her into pieces. Ariel immediately cringed, knowing absolutely what it felt like to be close to him. It was like death, the hand of death clutching her, clawing at her and choking her. But, instead of it taking her, it toiled with her.

The knights gathered in front of the castle, facing their King who was standing in front of them with confidence. The Duke of Vulas watched him giving orders to his army. A part of him didn't believe that their plan could work, he doubted that a simple elixir could help them defeat the most dangerous creatures in the world. He saw him pacing in front of the males and females who will fight by his side, his hands behind his back, walking with confidence and pride. He had a presentiment that this was not going to last long. He averted his gaze and his eyes rested on the beautiful diamond-haired. Fear and worry were drawn on his pale face.

“What do you mean?” “About 2 years after she had visited, we were invited to attend an Alpha crowning ceremony at the Red Stone pack. It was a small pack just a few hours away and unless there is a good reason an Alpha never refuses to go so I went with Tony, Cole, Ryan, my brothers, and several guards. Anyway, at the ceremony Tony met his mate Opal. She was so small and reminded me of a pixie fairy, the kind you see in children’s cartoons and Tony was instantly in love so much so that they mated and marked that very night. Since Tony had met his mate and she was the now Alpha's sister we were invited to stay the night and I knew Tony wanted to so we all stayed, there’s no way we would have