Justice League Dark John Constantine Novels & Stories

Jacobus gritted his teeth and took a deep breath. He raised his hand and released a dark bolt of energy. A series of explosions followed as the cameras all around the island shattered. Then, with a heavy thump, Jacobus knelt in front of Sebastian and began groveling to him. "I was wrong!" he shouted. A dead silence fell. Jacobus was the godfather of the Dark Knights. He was indisputably the most powerful among them. However, he was now groveling in apology to Sebastian.

He continued, "We only needed to drive you into the Wraith Graveyard, because only the Cathedral's holy blood could unlock Saint John's legacy. You did not disappoint us. The Ludendorff family is about to gain another Dark Saint." Andrew's heart jolted. A Dark Saint was a powerhouse even higher in rank than a Dark Lord. In other words, the Ludendorff family could use Saint John's power to create someone who transcended humanity, someone at Reginald's level. Suddenly, Andrew hesitated about whether to intervene. Letting the Ludendorff family succeed was not his style, and Marshall was already on his kill list anyway. He did not mind ruining the Ludendorff family's plans once more.

Aiden let out a low laugh. Lucas looked at his friend, indeed even the most powerful man would be weak in the face of love. Love was one feeling he would never understand and neither did he care to understand. Enough with the drinking man, let’s go. Aiden stood walking steadily, he wasn’t like any drunk man, even though he was heavily wasted. He still maintained his cold and lofty aura. He was Aiden Hendrix, the Don of the Dark Knight syndicate and CEO of Hendrix Global.

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.

"The one from the cellar? The one you met at the business district? Oh my god, he could be your guardian angel! Your very own knight in shining armor! It's so cinematic! He saves you from the earth, he leaves you on a bench, he tracks your essay…" "He's not a knight," Caelith choked out, her face turning bright red as she thought about the contact name My own Idris sitting in her phone. "He's an arrogant corporate asset who drugged my tea..why are you here again?” "Exactly! A dark, brooding protector with a hidden corporate agenda!" Phoebe blabbed, slamming her hands onto the table. "It fits the structural narrative perfectly!" While the table was still completely chaotic, with Zara trying t

"I'm tired and I am going to rest. I let you to handle this matter. Remember, this is about our family's life and death. So you must handle it properly and don't let any mistake happen again." John said. "Don't worry, grandma." The entire family then adjourned. Leaving the two siblings John and Denisse Winston behind in the living room. Denisse asked John worriedly. "John, That Jate Woods has a skilled fighter you witnessed it right? We've sent people to kill him and none of them had succeeded. Not at all he was connected to the Eastblue city underground organization boss Rogers. What should we do now?" John said grimly. "None of those people that we sent were good enough. This time, I've fo

legally. "So, the Phoenix pup thinks he can lead the Old Guard?" Nikolai grunted, his Russian accent thick and menacing as he checked his tactical knives. "I'm not leading you, Uncle Nikolai," Jax replied, meeting the veteran's gaze without flinching. "I'm anchoring the defense so Jade can do her job. Kitana Lee is using Jackson's ghosts. You all remember what he did to this city. Do you want his girlfriend to finish the job?" Nikita Khrushev stepped forward, her expression unreadable. "Jackson Connors was a cancer. If his shadow is back, we cut it out. For the Kartel. For Oliver."

I demanded, my hand instinctively reaching for the obsidian dagger at my waist, though the Sun-Walker fire in my blood felt sluggish, as if the very atmosphere were trying to drown it. The man stepped out of the fog. Up close, the resemblance was nauseating. He had Eryx’s towering height and the broad, powerful shoulders of the Blood Alpha, but his face... his face had the aristocratic, cruel symmetry of Jackson. He looked like a masterpiece carved from the worst traits of both men. "I am the consequence, Darlene," the man said, resting the violet-fire blade over his shoulder. "My name is Lucian. And in the ten years you spent playing in the past, I have become the only Law left in the Silen

Both Connor and Mara had accepted my offer to stay the night and there hadn't been a single hint of the usual hostility between myself and Ella's brother. All was peaceful. Well, that was until I got a text from Luciano. I got the name. It read. The three pulsing dots were still on the screen showing he was still typing something else. Connor Jones. I stood completely frozen. Connor Jones. The leader of a rogue rebellion creating havoc amongst the pack. And I allowed him into my home to sit with my Luna and newborn son. "Leo, what's wrong?" Ella asked, looking over to me and noticing how I clutched my phone in one hand and gripped the kitchen counter with the other, "Leo?"