Constantine Supernatural Novels & Stories

“Celeste Valentina Morau signed off personally. Don’t make her regret it.” Celeste. The name landed like a stone in still water. One of the last purebloods who hadn’t left with the Thirteen Families. Hero of the Swarm War. The face on every newsreel when the supernaturals finally went public. Beautiful. Terrifying. And apparently interested in foster trash from Little Rock via Santa Cruz.

“Really? I'm the only one privileged enough to know that there is something out there that answers our prayers? How fair is that, Samael?” “You are not one of them.” “Look at me! I am. And I'm not an idiot. I get that you can't fly streamers around the world saying immortals exist. But what if you did it slowly over time?” He reached for my wrist, brushing it with his palm. I let him do so. “Tell me, Shannon. Based on what you've seen. What would be kinder?” I thought of the incubus eviscerating the woman. Noor's decapitation. Samael's games.

as his hair became golden and his eyes became blue like an ocean Every place in the supernatural changed for good. The darkness was defeated with their own weapon The supernatural became Beautiful more than what you can describe heaven to be The citizens of the supernatural came out roaring in victory with praise and trumpets While in the Natural, every disaster that was happening during their battles stopped and sicknesses of all kind were healed Peace was created between humans, gods and their world aswell The living waters and tress that dried and faded off where brought back to life sparkling like diamonds Everything was transformed..including Billie and their baby Sarah was very happy w

The Mark on her neck glows and lits the whole place, Susan's heartthrob as she stares at her baby despite the mark being intruding to look at but Susan knew better than the life of her daughter was in danger and that she is the one that the moon goddess has honored to bring down the angry demon Marcus. "A great one has been born! " The one that the fate of the supernatural lies in her palms!" "Long live the young and amazing soul!" Lifting the child a bit up with her head cast down, the old woman chanted in a language that Susan couldn't get. The more she chants in an odd language the baby wails and before they knew it the room brightens as moonlight penetrates inside the room through a smal

Both the heavenly and hellish worlds would face problems, all of this with Constantin being one of the causes, in which if he used man as he should be an example of what could happen if he cheated with the demons and defied the gods with certain frequencies. Constantin was a suicide who, due to the life he took, would die in an hour, but he is working overtime to avoid death at any cost, leaving his stain that would splash onto other worlds, in addition to leaving a bad reputation for humans.

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

It was a sight that distressed Wilbur greatly. Just then, the Cuffs of Faith around Constantine's wrists fell right off, and he began to chant. "Great Lord of the Holy Illuminati, with my unwavering faith and loyalty, please grant me thy strength to judge the heretic before me." Along with his chanting, a beam of golden light descended suddenly, enveloping Constantine within it. In that instant, Constantine's body suddenly burned with a golden spiritual flame. The hymn ringing in the air started growing stronger, becoming louder and almost deafening.

“Only Humans would believe this shit. No offense.” “None taken. Well, some taken.” He doesn’t smile. “Constantine was intelligent. And greedy. And as the cult grew and he kept making promises that he couldn’t keep, he decided that what he and his followers needed was an enemy, and maybe a kingdom that was their due but had been wrongfully taken from them. He told his followers that as soon as they took back their birthright, they would become all-powerful, immortal Weres.” I’m starting to feel nauseous. “Was that kingdom the Northwest?”

My bare feet sank into the soft carpet as I slowly walked toward him, careful not to make a sound or wake him. Up close, he was even more breathtaking. The top few buttons of his black shirt were undone, revealing the hard, tanned expanse of his collarbone and chest. His lips looked incredibly soft, almost swollen, and his long, dark eyelashes cast shadows on his cheekbones. Is he actually real? I wondered, my mind spinning. Is he a human, or did a god take pity on me and send an angel down to earth? Mesmerized, I slowly raised my hand. I extended my index finger, intending to just lightly touch the bridge of his straight nose to see if he was made of flesh and bone.

"Sacred things are controlled differently from political assets. But they are controlled just as completely." The fire crackled in the pit between us. I thought about Lord Konstantin in the council chamber. His gold eyes finding mine across the table. His voice, calm and certain, announcing what I was before I knew it myself. Not just an ally. Something else entirely. "How many followers does he have?" I asked. "Enough," Voss said. "And growing. Every time Morgana moves against you publicly she drives more of the supernatural world toward Konstantin's position." He looked at the fire. "You should know who is coming to your side and why before you decide whether you want them there."