How Did John Constantine Get His Powers Novels & Stories

V.S.G Comic Universe presents: Versatile Real name: John John Age: 17 years old John John comes from another multiverse called Mannune universe. He was raised in an orphanage home. He absconded at age ten. He started hustling on the streets from ten year old. He discovered his powers at age 15 years. Origin: Mannune Universe Race: Black Abilities: Superspeed(almost as fast as the speed of light) Superstrength(close to that of Hercules)

While Constantine seems to be just enjoying what is happening. When Hawthorne moved, the three of them stepped back. "When was the last time I saw you in this form, Hawthorne Salvatrix?" Constantine asked while smirking evilly. And Hawthorne knew, Constantine planned everything. He knew that this would happen. That after he saw the reincarnation of Rosemarie, he will transform into his werewolf form. "When Rosemarie died, right?" He tried to attack him but his knees trembled, he was overwhelmed by the power he was experiencing again. He was no longer used to such power. He knelt, shouted, and returned to his human form.

Rachel continued and Kelvin batted his lashes. How did she know that?. He meant how did she know about his powers?. No one knew about them except his parent and his two uncles. How did she know about them being a threat?. He had begun to manifest those powers on his tenth birthday and a prophecy had come through his uncle that his newfound powers will be a threat to every demon and needed to be locked away for good?. It's been over ten years since they had been locked up and he had no hope of getting them back. He doesn't even want them. He doesn't want powers that will pose threat to his people.

He was stronger, faster and he was supposed to live longer had he not placed himself and the car that brought Teresa and her child to the unknown. “ How certain are we that the child is also a hybrid?” “Fool! In the prophecy of the old, it was always told that the hybrid father would always pass down his abilities to his offspring in the event that his life in this world ends. He voluntarily passed down his power before he died. If I was at the right moment, then I could have taken his powers but , no. The bastard gave it to her daughter instead of his own brother.” Borris and Constantine were once brothers. But Constantine always did better things, had better hunting skills, had better judg

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

After Emery left, she kept her eyes on Constantin, waiting for Gideon to show up again. Ten minutes of madness later, Constantin gradually came to his senses. He knew if he kept going like that, he would die faster. He pulled a small vial from his robes and swallowed a pill. Power surged through him as his body began to heal. "This old man's got quite the stash." Gideon sneered. He decided to strike again. Even if Constantin noticed, it didn't matter.

I return my attention back to John, we then circle each other attacking and defending as each of us strikes at the other, however, he is a lot stronger than I originally thought he was but then I am stronger, being from a full Royal bloodline and then adding the power I gathered in Bardgatory before Asmodeus, I am no hybrid; I am something a lot more powerful. I move to the centre of the circle the males loyal to me and their prisoners have made around us and I close my eyes as I tilt my head up to the moon, which is now slowly setting. As John takes advantage of my stillness, I search within myself for the power and strength that I need to send John straight to hell, as I don’t want him mee

In the dimly lit throne room, Constantine paced back and forth, her face twisted with rage upon hearing the news of Cain's escape. The guard who had brought the unfortunate tidings stood before her, trembling with fear. "You dare come to me with such news?" Constantine hissed, her eyes flashing with fury. "You and your incompetence are a disgrace to the coven!" Before the guard could respond, Constantine raised her hand, and in an instant, a bolt of dark energy shot forth, striking the guard down. His lifeless body collapsed to the floor, and the room fell into an eerie silence.

He busied himself with refreshing her mug of tea. "Is it stranger than what I just heard?" Sam asked. He poured simmering water into her mug. "When Kim told you that we were apart for a year, well, that was because I was searching for something powerful. Something that I could use to protect her." "So when we worked together, you weren't this … powerful … thing?" He passed her the sugar, which she ignored. "No," he looked directly into her eyes and explained about searching continents upon continents and legend after legend—so many wild goose chases for something that could give him super abilities. And then he found the Lycans in Poland who changed him.

It seemed that Saint John's inherited power was something he could not refuse, even if he wanted to. With a faint smile and no trace of mercy, Andrew dripped Rosemary's blood onto the stone bead. Warm, gentle, white holy light immediately bloomed. Andrew followed what he had seen earlier, cutting his own finger just like Cyril had done. Then, the white holy power surged forward, burrowing into his body.