Supernatural Constantine Novels & Stories

Max grunted as a little blood seeped out. On his chest was now the combined symbol of Goddess Luna and God Sol. Blood oozed out of the marks and trickled down his body. The blood that came out seemed unnatural. It was so dark that it seemed almost black. I placed my hands on the centre of his chest and closed my eyes, pushing positive energy into his soul and pushing the bad energy out. More anguished, dark cries left his mouth. The devil's cries. It knew what was coming too. This was its end.

Sullivan growls low in his throat, then clears it and looks away. Melanie sets her pencil down. "Yes, legends says that on a full, blood moon, the descendants of the first Lycanthropes can call on their ancestors in the underworld to rejoin them on earth. The pack will run together for as long as the moon is full, living and undead."

He pushed a button, and a blue light filled the entire room. "Peak Sanctuary level. Possesses mysterious powers including a Higher Order spell named the Spear of Death, which is probably not the extent of his limits." He sent the message out and pushed the secret button. The blue light disappeared, and he got to writing the report after that. Constantine returned to the church and happened to run into the bishop on patrol. "Where did you go? You're on shift for night cleaning duty. Why haven't you done it?" "I'm sorry, Bishop, I had some errands to run. I'll get to cleaning right now." Constantine picked up a broom right after and began to sweep.

It was blinding and both Supernaturals had to take cover. When the light cleared Stephanie felt a hand on her stomach this time and so did Kieran. There was a buildup of energy coming to the surface and then a blast at various points of their body and they went back a few feet and then kept rolling. The princess of Elementa bested. She hadn’t been able to do anything. Kieran was passed out. She couldn’t move, not even when she stopped moving. That feeling you get when a wound bleeds, but on the inside.

“Remember, Constantine, you are now the Supreme Sorcerer. Your decisions will shape our future. Trust in your instincts, and protect our coven at all costs.” As they stood there in the chamber, bathed in the soft glow of candlelight, Constantine knew that the challenges ahead were fraught with uncertainty. The stone of Utah held the promise of unlocking hidden truths, but it also carried the potential for great peril. She would tread carefully, for the fate of their coven rested in her hands, and the shadows of the past threatened to emerge from the depths of history.

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.

The girl was none other than I, Rachael Santiago, the daughter of Raphael and Vanessa Santiago. My parents were council members of a secret society of supernaturals, Synx, and the owners of Santiago groups of companies. Supernatural, gifted, or part-human, you name it. In short, humans carry magic in their lineage. We could do stuff other people can only dream of or either pulled in movies. Every member of the special families, or as we called clans, has different and unique gifts of their own. We carried our gift from birth. We could feel it within us. However, due to the incapacity of our human bodies to deal with such extreme powers, we couldn’t control it until we crossed the age of majo

Their eyes widen with horror. Gabriel’s face pales as he sorts through what he might know. “The Seals. They opened all of the seals, but The Creator’s scriptures state that the last seal could only be opened by the most powerful celestial blood─our blood. It’s the only way they can eliminate creatures in hell as well as in heaven. That’s why only Earth is suffering through apocalyptic disasters while heaven and hell remain untouched. With our ancient blood, they will be able to create the ultimate destruction.”

Emotions had run wild between now and then; excitement, disbelief, discontent, rage, and now a thoughtful silence pervading the four walls like a thick blanket that lulls her back to the bay of sleep’s arms. Avian dips the feathered tip into the glass bottle and carefully lowers it onto the page where she had left, just beneath the grotesque sketch of an original Lycanthrope she had attempted whilst still in the throes of energy. “… Average of ten feet tall, five hundred pounds of muscle and fur that is impervious to the war instruments of man.” The high priest stands at the front left, his cheeks like emptied udders that tremble with each breath, “tapetum lucidum…” highly sensitised night v

Dear reader, welcome back to the Supernatural Spa... If you wonder if there is anything here about The Divine, yes there is. Remember that one of my closest friends and source is considered the Hierophant of the Paranormal All-Stars. And this usually represents religious teachings and is also known as The Pope. The thing is, my friend Mab intends to represent The Most Holy Trinity in the Paranormal Industry and Supernatural Circles simply because she finds it unfair that someone who she considers the most powerful spiritual being would not have a representative in these areas.