Kevin Costner Novels & Stories

Their land was both breathtaking and brutal—towering glaciers, thick pine forests that stretched into the clouds, valleys carved by centuries of ice and war. And beyond it all, rising like a fang into the sky, was their black castle—carved from stone and bone and shadow. It was beautiful in the most terrible way. Like a blade forged from silver and sorrow. At the highest tower, cloaked in darkness, stood King Valerian. He watched the horizon in silence, the snow falling thick around him, clinging to his broad shoulders, gathering in his hair. His eyes—those terrible, pale eyes—glowed faintly in the dim light.

Blake's POV John led me into the room in the basement and the moment we got in the room, he pushed me against the wall, he wasn't that much stronger than me but he got me by surprise. "Promise me Blake." he said, "I know what you're lik- I know what we're like so please promise me that my little sister won't become one of your conquests." I was at a loss for words which only served to infuriate him, "Pro-" his voice cracked a little, "Promise me man." he looked up at me, his eyes shown more emotions than I've ever seen on him before, "not my sister. I pushed his hand off my neck, "I promise man, chill." I said and smiled.

Ethan intentionally tried to remind them that Abigail was no more a common employee of the firm. “Fair enough, Ethen. I don’t have anything against Mrs. Levisay. It’s just the common procedure we are trying to follow.” Costner was a senior man in the industry who had been with Hunter from the very beginning. Honesty and straightforwardness were the assets that made him a trustworthy person in the eyes of Hunter. Hunter knew that if the time would come, Costner would not be least bit hesitant to search even Hunter’s pockets. All his life, he had been a thorough professional and knew his job very well.

Probably not the best time to be getting turned on. “Which um speaking of, there’s something I need to tell you,” I sighed, glancing to where I could see a trooper car pulling in next to my dad’s truck. “What’s going on?” he asked, now getting serious. “Silvercloud!? Pull up the cameras. Did poachers or something turn up at the camp while I was gone?” he ordered. “Pulling the feed up now, Alpha. The state troopers are there. And yep, I see Luna’s parents,” a vaguely familiar voice spoke in the background.

It only served as a reminder of what my life should have gone like this year. I watched as Jericho said his goodbyes to his brothers and then loaded an over-energetic Slash into the back seat of his black Camero. Five minutes later his tires were kicking up dust as they screeched down the driveway just as one of Gunnar's cars drove up. I rose a perfectly arched eyebrow at Gunnar in question but he remained silent. The car — with windows tinted so black it made it impossible to see inside — stopped in front of us. I watched with piqued interest as the driver stepped out and then opened the back door for his passenger to do the same.

Kenny's pov When the hunk of a man asked me for my name I hesitated only for a few seconds, my wolf has been screaming in my head about all four of them being my mates but I ignored her. I couldn't have a mate as I was destined to die after I kill the son of a bitch alpha. She tried to tell me something but I blocked her out, not wanting to get my hopes up of a happier life. That was why I decided to give them my name, I had nothing left to lose. "It's Kenny, Kenny McKenzie alpha of the extinct White Moon pack" I answered him with my head held high and shoulders straight. The shock and disbelief on their faces almost made me laugh, but the sadness of my words stopped that in its track, if I

I only managed to nod and watch him walk towards the door where Devin stood with a grimace on his face. Oh no. Knox smirked at Devin mockingly. 'Just go,' I silently wished. They're like two beasts ready to bite each other's neck off if one makes a move. “Nice meeting you,” Knox offered his hand, “I'm Knox Collins.” “I don't care,” Devin growled. “Griff,” I whispered to my son who was looking up at the two huge figures in front of him. Knox chuckled, “I'll see you later, Sweetheart.” He called out to me before pulling open the door and disappearing as it closes.

– Colby asks. - Tomorrow morning. Just in time to see the ceremonies. - Is he still married? - Raven asks. - Unfortunately, he is a widower. I didn't know, we hadn't spoken for a few years. The woman died in a plane crash two months ago. She was flying, and the plane broke down, and she had to make an emergency landing. She died protecting her son with her own body. - This is sad. I remember John. He was a very good character and fun. - Raven. says

I asked, crossing my arms against my chest leaning my butt against the desk. “ Yes actually, there were a couple of hunters spotted a few miles from here. So tonight if we stay by the border we might be able to catch one. And the ‘king’ guy has gone into hiding, there hasn’t been any activity when it comes to him.” Hearing this wasn’t good nor bad news that I wanted to hear. We could catch one of these hunters but like she explained they are highly dangerous. On the other hand it will be really helpful, if we do we have to be very careful. And this alpha going into hiding sucks even more because that's makes it harder to know when he's next move is going to happen.

And at the center of it all, undefeated, untouchable, was Kane Shawn. Standing at 6'5", with a body carved from years of brutal discipline, he was a titan among men. His blonde curls were damp with sweat, sticking to his forehead as he rolled his shoulders, his enormous arms flexing with ease. His skin glistened under the dim lights, his six-pack rippling with every movement. But it was his face that truly set him apart a masterpiece of sharp lines and perfect imperfections. His light blue eyes had the power to pierce through a man's soul, making even the most confident opponents hesitate. His lips, full and sinful, often twisted into a smirk that made women weak and men envious.