Constantine Angels Novels & Stories

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She said sweetly, leaning into him. "It's alright baby..." He turned to face Samantha and the look on her face amused him greatly. "Let me go get you ladies some drinks while you get to know each other. I'll be right back." He said, registering the look of horror on both their faces and left anyways, not giving them a chance to reply. He had only one intention in mind and that was getting his angel away from that demon that called himself Ronald.

His heartbeat grew louder as anger surged from his aura. “Fuck you!” Constantine growled the moment he saw us. He looked worse than the last time I saw him. He was naked. His eyes were black and blue, and there was blood on his legs. He tried to stand up and grabbed the bowl where food might have been but he wobbled. They got him bad. He reached the metal bowl and swung it toward us, but it did nothing except hit the bars and make a loud clang before it fell to the ground. “If you think you could fucking break me, you are fucking wrong!”

A sharp graze of the venom that lurked in his eyes. I swallowed dryly, my drink freezing over from my fingertips. “I… I don’t understand how this has to do anything with my father. You want to play a sick game with me? Fine, I’ll humor you. But p-please, please let him go, Christian.” “Hmm, you do remember my name. That’s pleasantly ironic.” “Did you forget mine?” “Angel.” He savored it, sweet and sinful, dark eyes locked on mine. “Not for a moment. Again, do you have even the slightest idea how upsetting it was to have to find out that a population of over 30,000 blondes bear that name in America?”

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.

He pauses, "But, I have to take you from behind with my eyes on that little ass as you come all over my cock again, mou angel [my angel]" Gods... yes... My inner goddess hisses with glee when he starts walking into his room from the ensuite.

“Let’s sit and talk inside.” Red came in and sat. “Alpha and Lord Constantine have the same father but different mothers. Our Alpha’s mother is royalty too, making him pure royalty blood. In contrast, Lord Constantine’s mother is … well, enough to say she is not honorable. So he was born outside of wedlock.” “Oh!” It explained many things, but I didn’t understand how Constantine managed to bring himself. He looked more royal than Ethan. “If you didn’t tell me, I wouldn’t have guessed it. Constantine seems truly a nobleman.”

We were sitting inside Deena's living room, and I'd spent the last two hours telling her everything. The festival. The hotel. Emilio. Ophelia. And most importantly...Azrael. When I finally told her who Angel really was, Deena stared at me for almost thirty seconds. “So wait...your Mr. Angel is the Azrael Valchini?!” I nodded, taking a sip of wine. “You've heard of him?” “Girl! Who hasn't! He's like one of the richest men in the world right now thanks to some tech software program.” Now that surprised me. With everything that's been going on, I hadn't had the chance to do a full background check on him. So he's also a tech genius?

I knew that Matei would go all in, and I assumed his friends were trusted people, capable, but he sent the best, and that the best happened to be his friends was something out of luck, I guess. "Angelo, you're up," Cadmus said, and I looked at the man, who looked more human than supernatural. I knew he was an angel, but there was nothing evident that separated him from a supernatural or a human. He nodded, removed his shirt, and out of his back, a couple of majestic wings. He lifted his body in the air, and his body blended with the blue and white in the sky. "Alright, guys..." Angelo said in the earpiece.

As soon as the words left his mouth, everyone's attention was immediately diverted to look, and they couldn't help being shocked. They all looked into the distance and saw an expert in a bright red robe walking toward them. His eyes were sharp and ruthless. Obviously, he had experienced a lot of battles. It was the High-level Cardinal of the Holy Court of Europe Impasse. Behind him stood two people. They were all armored and experienced. They immediately recognized that these two people were the highest-ranking Twelve-winged War Angels under the Red-robed Bishop of the Holy Court.