Constantine Supernatural Novels & Stories

“I didn’t know you could do that.” The man tried to run away, but Sebastian stopped him. Sebastian kicked the man behind his leg, causing the man to kneel on the ground again. His friend came even closer to the man and held his head. His friend closed his eyes and released energy. After a while, the hand that was holding the man’s head trembled. Even the man’s entire body trembled. After that, his friend opened his eyes. “This is bad,” Constantine said when he looked at Xurden. “I saw your brother,” he informed him. “And it seems like they are using the commoner’s soul to stain the first realm.”

Will she be able to guard the peace treaty? This is the journey of three supernaturals, two known and one yet to be discovered! 🌟🌟🌟 A/N This book is a dark, mature and historically a little retro futuristic in few things. Read it on your accord! Love❤️ Titan!

I have to go—I’ve exceeded my break time from work. I kissed Mom on the cheek and dashed out of the room. --- Gregory Farstone, a powerful and feared Werelord, sat on the balcony of his mansion, enjoying the evening breeze. His son, Kent, stood before him, pleading his case. "Dad, we have to do something," Kent urged. "I won’t let Serbian hurt Caroline." Gregory puffed on his cigar, blowing out a cloud of smoke. "I understand your concerns, Kent, but we can’t rush into this. The Silverfox Pack won’t take kindly to our interference."

I asked. " Power, their wolf gets stronger, they know we believe there's going to be an awakening of the Supernaturals again, and they want to have one before it happens " I was silent for a while before I finally spoke up. " Do you think Tristan knew about me? I didn't have the mark until the blood moon night" " A supernatural with a blood moon lightning is a born leader, we've never had one before and maybe that's why he kept you " " For what? Tristan is already an alpha"

It stretched far and wide and this time it was spinning. Stephanie got her wings and launched towards her. Danny knew if she let go, no one would survive that. The cloud had stop birthing creatures and the butterflies had dispersed. Every soldier had stopped fighting to look at their demise above them. This was time to Supernatural up, and do what she had to do. What she had trained to do. She belonged here. And she would end this. Ronnie got close on her bird and it shrieked distracting Tresicta.

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.

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.

“Look how beautiful your breasts are.” He massaged my mound. I shook my head, too terrified to move. ‘Please don’t do this!’ Then the fog surrounded us and threw Constantine to the floor. I tried to button my top pajamas back. But then Constantine laughed out loud. “You did it! Your power has been activated! I know it!” “Stay away from me!” The fog created a thick wall, and Constantine grinned. He shook his head. “Helena is mine. Stop fighting me. I only take what is mine.”

The outcome of this supernatural clash would shape the future of Athens – a city at the crossroads of mortal and otherworldly destinies. Amidst the swirling chaos of the supernatural clash in the throne room, Maximus found himself locked in a dance with forces that transcended the mortal realm. The ethereal entities – Umbra, Ignis, and Fulgur – continued their relentless assault, each element vying to subdue the indomitable spirit of the slave turned rebel. Maximus, drawing upon an internal reservoir of strength, deftly maneuvered through the onslaught. His movements, guided by a connection to an unseen power, became a testament to the resilience of the human spirit against the forces of the

Besides I’m the administrator there aren’t many people in the world that can beat me, he said through our mental link. I sat beside the wall at the edge as my bones gradually fell apart, I could hear the cracks, shifts, the pain was great, would I be able to survive this? I asked myself. My joints twisted in abnormal ways. It wasn’t just physical, my mind felt like it was being torn apart, I felt the red leave my eye. It was my own blood. My hand suddenly turned, then reverted to human form. Then it was my legs. The son of Constantine is coming this way…