Constantine Supernatural Novels & Stories

Constantine was a lord of the peak, and yet he only had one. The pill Desmond had must have been given to William by the sect leader. Constantine had never known how much William treasured Desmond. He had even given him a life-saving pill. As he popped the pill into his mouth, Desmond's energy began rising rapidly. Explosions rang out one after another. Cracks ran across Desmond's body as his power surged. In the blink of an eye, the energy of someone at the advanced eighth level of the Soul Awakening stage began spreading out from beneath his feet.

Director Hale emerges from hiding after four years. He's older, grayer, and clearly unwell. But his eyes still burn with fanatic conviction. "I've been watching," he says in a video released to select media. "Watching supernaturals corrupt human society, watching children like Connor and Elena Silverclaw grow up thinking they're human. But they're not. And it's time humanity remembered that." The video shows footage of Connor and Elena at school, at home, living their lives. It's been taken surreptitiously, stalker-style.

She inhaled, her eyes close deeply as she absorbed a sensation into her body, heaving a heavy sigh with a smile on her face and then opening her eyes to still look at the bodies which laid lifeless before her. "Destiny called, I answered..", Constantine whispered to herself as she hung the whip around her waist while she held the medallion in her left hand. And then she hung the medallion around her neck, letting it glow while she stared down at it. * All eyes were on him. He wondered why the heads turned at every moment he passed by. Both the males and the females stared at him with eyes that burned hunger and desire, some drooling and some licking their lips seductively.

Simon grumbled. "That's ok just tell me everything there is" Jace replied a bit anxious. "Well, all the necromancers are dead. Or rather imprisoned by Celeste and her then husband Erebus because he saw them as too great a threat to all the other supernaturals after one necromancer defied him and brought back someone he'd killed to life. Celeste ruled over the supernaturals but had no control over the necromancers because they didn't see her as their leader. They actually worshipped the lord of The Hallow. Someone by the name of Zaewyn" Simon explained. Jace grew impatient because this wasn't the type of information he's searching for.

How else would they be gently floating down if this person above her wasn’t a supernatural? In her endless lifetime, she had seen countless of things under the guardianship of the brotherhood. Things that no mere human knows, not even the Vatican court of overseers, not even the Holy See, not even the presidents of the divided countries. She knew that other than humans, there were a number of entities playing on the background. Ghosts, angels, demons, spirits of the unknown, even what humans call now as unidentified flying objects. All of them are real and the Priory of Sion, though religious in nature, kept different kinds of relics and artifacts from these heavenly and not-so heavenly bein

He took his time, laughing, and when he finished, he answered her in a tone that made her feel inferior, "My dear, they sent you to earth, you know nothing, you do not know your nature or the nature of your enemies. They rebelled against it, seeking absolute power, and began plotting to kill each other, until they were cursed and sentenced to exile to the earth, and they fell to it, cursed with the curse of darkness and thirst for blood. As for me, I am a creature of fire, I was sent behind them to the earth in order to increase their corruption, threatening to spread moths and corruption among them and urging them to psychological destruction, in order to lead them from their necks to the

Damien sat on the empty chair in front of them while catching his breath. “Chill, bro. What happened?” Sebastian curiously asked as well. “Vladimir is in trouble,” Damien said. “What? Why?” Carter asked. “He pointed a gun at Santiago. Now according to Leandro, Santiago is planning to haunt him down and kill him.” “Holy shit!” Sebastian and Carter blurted out. “What exactly happened to her before she became like this?” Doctor Sevilla, asked as she checked Celestine. “She heard a gunshot,” Vladimir answered.

A knock sounded on the door. “Come see!” Nero Patoyer said, as his brother Marcel walked in, stepping aside as the stranger walked in with confidence like his life wasn't in danger. “I'm glad to finally meet you, I'm Kieran King of both light and dark Fae. I’ve been asking around about who’s in charge of the supernatural creatures in this town and came up empty, well until now.” Kieran said confidently, making himself comfortable. Marcel stepped forward ready to teach Kieran a lesson, but Nero shook his head stopping him. Marcel stepped back, but didn't take his eyes off Kieran or his three fifty-seven magnum strapped to his back.

The room falling into silence around us. My eyes drift to his, his fiery orbs seem to look into the depths of my soul, like he could read every secret, both dark and light that resides there. A knowing smile spread on his face, momentarily lighting his handsome face before his expression returned to one of casual indifference, as if they were only discussing the weather. He moves his gaze to rest on my uncle, before he whispers into my ear. “Perhaps you may be entitled to the role of Princess of the Underworld after all.” With his last words playing in her ears, he moves back to sit in his chair. Falling into conversation with the man sat next to Lucas, who I have now found out is Malphas, L

It had been weeks since she defeated Draven, and she had been diligently fulfilling her duties as the chosen one. As she turned a corner, she stumbled upon a hidden alleyway, filled with secretive whispers and darting shadows. Curiosity piqued, Scarlett cautiously made her way towards the hidden commotion. She peered through a cracked wooden door, her eyes widening at the sight before her. A group of rebels, supernaturals from all walks of life, huddled together in a dimly lit room. Their faces bore the scars of past battles, their eyes filled with a burning determination. Scarlett recognized them as individuals who had long spoken out against the oppressive ruling council, seeking to bring