Novel & Cerita Constantine Supernatural

“And so, she began to compose the ultimate spells, one to kill a god, and the other to make a god. Celeste guarded herself from all gods and the world, no longer the watchful eye, and focused on her spells, completely lost in herself, afraid the madness would overcome her any day, but she finally did it, she found a way to take away the chaos and pain she had inflicted in humanity, and all she needed was a girl by the name of Selene. But by the time she looked into the fountain of life she noticed things had changed, Selene was pregnant, and ready to give birth. And so, she wondered what all the other gods were questioning, what will the child be? To the other gods it was considered a monstr

He could feel the dark hole in his chest growing bigger, devouring him with every second he halted his plans, he needed to get the moon goddess chosen one. Sylvester shuddered, taking in the weight of his master's commands. This declaration was going to change the course of history for the supernatural world. "Yes, sire," Sylvester whispered, his voice a ragged, desperate whimper. "I shall inform your son Geralt, and rally the armies all across the continent." Sylvester bowed lower, his trembling body prostrating itself before the might of his King. "Yes, let them all know… The Blood Wars have begun!" Konstantine declared with a lifeless grin.

“That makes sense. They said they had to suppress our desires. The only way we would need to suppress it is if it is a deep-seated, innate Lycan quality. Let’s check out the other files. Time is running out, and we need to collect what we can.” I continue to look through the files when I stumble upon an encrypted one. After several moments the file opens. It is labeled “Project Lycan War.” If I thought I was shocked by the Institute file, I am even more so by this one. The project catalogs all of the institutes that hold similar Lycan soldiers. The projects retell accounts about their weaknesses and strengths. They have maps labeling target points for an all-out Supernatural war. It’s horrif

I answered, wrapping my legs around him and inviting him in. Without hesitation, my knight in shining armor entered me, my eyes rolling to the back of my head at the size of him. I grabbed onto him, feeling my sanity unravel as pleasure took over. As our bodies moved together, something shifted inside me. Something primal. The hollow ache I'd carried for years began to fill with something warm, something real. The mystery man’s control started to slip and his eyes flickered between red and pure silver, his breathing ragged. "I need…" he growled against my neck, his fangs extending. "I need to mark you."

His voice dropped to a growl so deep the walls vibrated. “—they die.” Castor said nothing. There was nothing to say. He bowed and left to make preparations. Later, alone once more, Darian stood by the ancient wolf statue in his private sanctum. A tribute to the Moon Goddess. He hadn’t prayed in decades. Not since the rage took over. Not since silence had answered every plea. But tonight, he bowed his head. “Whatever this is,” he whispered, “don’t take her again.” No wind stirred. No reply came.

he says darkly, he leaves my hand, he turns around towards Hera's dungeon but I run and stand in his way. I put my hand on his chest to stop him "You will not touch her, she's helping us" I say standing my ground, he pushes my hand away as if it burned his skin, I look at my hanging hand in shock. "She is ruining us" he puffs out an angry breath, and walks past me hurriedly. "Reject me Dominic! reject me now!" I scream behind him but he doesn't stop to answer. "I Celeste, the choosen Luna of the Red Moon pack reject....." My words are cut short as Dominic reaches to me in no time and pulls my hair, "SHUT UP!" He screams, his whole body shaking in anger.

ALEXANDER My father and sister were both pretty fucked-up, but, damn, Blake was sick. Because we had to make do with what was available in the casino, which wasn’t much, Blake had a bunch of his warriors holding the members of the Bois Sombre Pack down while he tortured them. They were both fully naked after being forced into their human forms. Chef’s knives were brought in from the kitchen, and Blake tested each one of them out on the men’s torsos until he figured out which one was the sharpest, their ensuing screams widening his smile, his eyes gleaming.

I just stared at him, unable to say anything. He introduced himself to me and after a very lengthy conversation I learnt that he was the leader of the group he called 'the Rebel'; That their planet had been taken over by The Force, a group that overthrew the government, killed almost everyone of them with supernatural abilities that refused to work for them and enslaved other citizens. The Rebel was formed to identify those with powers and bring them such that when their numbers grew big they would rise up against the Force and reclaim their land.

Maybe even a full day or more. “Where are we going?” Cassidy finally asked. It wasn’t a surprise to Jo that she was the one who asked first. Christian paused to shoot a monster. So far, they hadn’t been attacked by more than one or two of the dark beings at a time since the last major attack in which Ryker took the opportunity to apparently Transform into a Guardian, a feat that should’ve been impossible, and yet, it had happened. “This way,” Christian said in response to Cassidy’s question.

Their eyes widen with horror. Gabriel’s face pales as he sorts through what he might know. “The Seals. They opened all of the seals, but The Creator’s scriptures state that the last seal could only be opened by the most powerful celestial blood─our blood. It’s the only way they can eliminate creatures in hell as well as in heaven. That’s why only Earth is suffering through apocalyptic disasters while heaven and hell remain untouched. With our ancient blood, they will be able to create the ultimate destruction.”