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Meanwhile, Ethan could push Constantine to the corner. Constantine was bleeding all over. His movement was slower and slower. Unfortunately, Ethan was wounded too, but he was in much better condition than Constantine. But then Constantine shape-shifted back into the human form. “Time-out!” He gestured his hand, showing the T-shape. Then he walked to the side, wearing his clothes back. Ethan also changed himself back to human, gathered his clothes, and dressed up again.

Finally, we arrived at Constantine’s house. It was a middle-size home with a wood fence and broken white wall. I smiled at him as I poked his waist. “What?” He asked while smiling back at me. “Your taste in choosing the colors is amazing. I feel I have been at home already.” Constantine circled his arms around my waist and whispered, “I’m glad you feel that way. Maybe instinctively, I know I’ll bring my mate here one day.”

He was on his feet in an instant, creating a list on his head for things to do. "Relax, Octavius. This castle has been ready for a long time and some of our servants will be back tomorrow. We have also secured the borders with our warriors. So, all you have to do is convince our king to face his mate." Easier said than done. _________ Constantine A mate. All these years. For centuries he was denied one. And suddenly, a prophecy. He couldn't believe it. He was already a beast. His Lycan dominated his form. His thoughts were of his human but his actions were of his animal.

Constantine yelled at her "Okay, Sorry. mouth sealed..ziiip!." "Good. Now let's get back to business shall we." Constantine smirked "Yes sir!." Anita smiled. Constantine is not just an exorcist but also a sorcerer. He has been operating secretly for years, fighting demons and casting them back to hell. After some tutorials, Constantine asked Anita to try a spell but she got scared since it's her first time. "If you are scared you can never be a sorcerer or an exorcist. So it's better you try or you quit!." Constantine said motionless

“Yeah, that’s Logan Carter.” There was a round of Oh's and ahs from the group at the window. I heard my phone buzz on the table with a notification. I closed my laptop down and grabbed my things. A lot of the office stayed at the window watching as I exited. I must admit they were correct; he looked exceptional. He was wearing dark jeans, a crisp white T-shirt and a black leather jacket. He was leaning against the bonnet of a car I didn’t recognise.

again I slightly laugh remembering the time Dibs broke into their apartment and flipped all the furniture around the rooms and wrote Your time is coming in their cats blood across the living room wall, “He sent me live video of the two fuck boys crying while talking to the police, I’m pretty sure Hunter pissed himself” “Fuck what I wouldn’t have done to be given the task of fucking with their minds like that” Casey chuckles with a sinister smile pulling across his lips. “Next time my friend, next time” Zane says clapping him on the shoulder, they fall into light banter and small talk and I slip into memories of the life I used to have.

Constantine approaches her when they are done talking to Brandon; he welcomes her with kisses on both cheeks, the gesture is repeated by his brother. “Stan! Cary! It’s good to see you.” “Good to see you, too. You look exquisite as always, but stressed? Come sit with us.” The twins give Pauline a space between them, and she slumps there. “Thank you! I’m still getting by,” she says. “Cassius! Sorry about the penthouse, man!” Carmelo says. “Clean up your shit, or you’re out,” Cassius warns, pointing a finger. Their conversation continues about things going on in Athens that I don’t understand.

Constantin pretended to not be taken aback as a scoff escaped his lips. It was followed by a cackle the moment he rubbed the palm of his hands together and the heat blew in Leonardo’s direction—or maybe it was just the smoke from the lit cigarette. “Leonardo Carter” The voice of the presumed mafia lord was raucous and dry like leaves in the winter season. And his hands against the side of his face was even colder. “You’re nothing like i expected” Constantin blew smoke into his face and he choked. He was about to cup his chin but he hefted his head up by a firm grasp into his hair. “I want to say the same” Leonardo replied him.

"What on Earth happened to Constantine's arm? Have you not healed him yet?" His son had come back with a dislocated arm after going out to deliver some stuff, and his joint couldn't be connected no matter what they did. This was the reason Sheldon found it hard to bask in the good cheer. Salome was nonchalant. "I've inspected Constantine's arm, and he's mostly fine. He'll recover tomorrow." "But…" Sheldon wanted to say something else, but the deep voice of an old man interrupted him, "Sheldon, don't trouble yourself about this trivial matter."

"What do you have those things on for?" "These are the Cuffs of Faith. They were made just for me to strengthen my faith," Constantine said. Wilbur raised his brows. "Are you telling me you're a better believer just because you have these things on?" Constantine did not answer him, and so Wilbur continued to ask, "You're an ascetic?" "I'm a wandering cultivator," Constantine said. Wilbur was confused. "I thought you were a cardinal of the Church of Holy Illuminati?"