Constantine Angels Novels & Stories

Just then, someone walked through the door and Emilia was shocked to see who it was. Reynolds stood at the door, his eyes fixed on Emilia with a seductive gaze. He was notoriously known as one of the biggest playboys in the city, and his reputation preceded him. Emilia, still tearful, quickly wiped her face and sat up straight, trying to compose herself. But her heart was racing, and her mind was filled with alarm.

As he took slow steps closer to Cordelia with a frown on his face, a young, handsome-looking man came out of nowhere and pulled Cordelia by the arm. “Hi, baby. I’m sorry I took time in the restroom.” The stranger uttered with a grin. Cordelia looked so confused, but as the smart girl she was, she figured out that he was trying to save her. So she didn’t push him away. This stranger was Jared Lambert, a twenty-five year old guy, the son of Sir Luther Lambert, leader of the East America drug cartel, and nephew to El Azul Lambert, the leader of the Colima drug cartel in Europe. El Azul had connections all over Europe and was given almost the same respect as the President.

I wanted to say something, but the moment had passed, and the photo was taken. I forced another smile, pretending to be fine when I was not. As soon as they left, I called my assistant over. "Did you notice anything about them?" I asked him. "No, nothing at all. This is common. You should get used to fans like this," he said casually. "Daddy, look what I have!" Angel wrote on her tablet. One of the storekeepers held the items she had selected. "They're beautiful. I'm sure you'll like them," I said.

Wings unfurl slowly behind them — not feathery, but sharp, metallic, blades layered like armor. Angels. Not gentle. Not kind. Enforcers. Every supernatural in the hall freezes. One of the angels speaks, voice echoing from everywhere at once. “Aiden Hale. Living Key. You are in violation of celestial balance.” My heart slams against my ribs. Matteo moves in front of me instinctively. “You can’t be here. This place is neutral.” The angel’s gaze slides to him, dismissive. “Neutrality has expired.” Another angel steps forward, eyes burning silver. “The Sentinel has exceeded his function.”

I didn’t like being made a fool and these assholes that did that. Constantine walked out of the wood home and onto the sandstone walkway. His ginger curls had grown out and now came down to his shoulders. His fair was pink where his skin showed under his tanktop. His cargo pants showed off his muscular thighs. If I hadn’t had the the experience that I had with him, I would think he was attractive. However there was nothing attractive about arrogance and lying. Adalia came out of the home shortly after him in a evergreen tunic-dress accentuating her braided auburn hair. Her green eyes met mine and instantly her face fell.

Constantine said in annoyance Constantine rubs my clit in a circular motion, slow and hard that I forget about my torn panties. "You've been a really bad girl little angel" he says and rubs me off, I had so much to say to him but if I open my mouth only moaning will come out. He slipped two of his fingers inside of me and fucked me hard. How can someone be so good with his fingers?

I looked at him and those fallen beads with a constant stare, trying to figure out, is it even possible for angels wanted to destroy this planet. He snapped at me; that shook me out from my foggy thought zone. "Do you want to know the names of the angels?" he repeats his question. "Yes," I answered, "The first one was the strongest of all, Yaahadana, He called to be vigorous; flight with the metal wings. His strength was unmatchable. But he has a soft heart. The second one was Naksh; The moon lover, an immortal shapeshifter; notorious one. The third one, Zayaan; definition of beauty and intelligence, he was called the protector.

Oozing porcelain cup of coffee beside the silver plate accompanied by utensils made with silver. Iowa giggled, "Right, let's dig in before we get to work." Meanwhile, in the main office, the general and Celeste looked through written reports about their findings on the serviteur. "So those Iyalan crystals, they possessed angelic capabilities, and then they implanted them on him?" Matilda, the general asked. Celeste nodded. The general sighed and looked at her grand map of the continent on the wall behind her. "They have finally made breakthroughs." the general sighed, "Synthetic angels, the highest form of humanity's abuse against the continent."

In the dimly lit throne room, Constantine paced back and forth, her face twisted with rage upon hearing the news of Cain's escape. The guard who had brought the unfortunate tidings stood before her, trembling with fear. "You dare come to me with such news?" Constantine hissed, her eyes flashing with fury. "You and your incompetence are a disgrace to the coven!" Before the guard could respond, Constantine raised her hand, and in an instant, a bolt of dark energy shot forth, striking the guard down. His lifeless body collapsed to the floor, and the room fell into an eerie silence.

Liam pulled Cohen away from the rumbles and escorted him to a safer place—away from the battle between the demon wolf and Angel of Death. Cohen spotted a few things falling from the sky. The sky exploded as if someone had thrown grenades. No, they weren’t falling. They were the Angels, diving towards the ground. When they landed, the whole place shook. Knights of Death kept on pouring into the battle. Now, with the joined forces in between the Angels, the werewolves and the daemons were working together to save as many lives as they could. Many had been broken from the spell because Adeline was no longer conscious. One Angel went to Stefano, who was impaled by a spear of his own, and pulled