Supernatural Constantine Novels & Stories

And at the center of it all, undefeated, untouchable, was Kane Shawn. Standing at 6'5", with a body carved from years of brutal discipline, he was a titan among men. His blonde curls were damp with sweat, sticking to his forehead as he rolled his shoulders, his enormous arms flexing with ease. His skin glistened under the dim lights, his six-pack rippling with every movement. But it was his face that truly set him apart a masterpiece of sharp lines and perfect imperfections. His light blue eyes had the power to pierce through a man's soul, making even the most confident opponents hesitate. His lips, full and sinful, often twisted into a smirk that made women weak and men envious.

But the things I have found out over the past few months prove that he's real and that the drunk male wasn't just talking nonsense. They say there was once peace amongst the wolves, and we lived in peace with all the other supernatural creatures. But when word got out about the Lycan king being dead, some of the werewolves started breaking the laws that the Lycan king had set to keep the peace amongst the wolves, and with the other supernatural creatures.

Alpha Damien, the great and prestigious Alpha of the red moon pack and one of the strongest, leading billionaires and businessmen of all time, stood right at the door of the kitchen, from which Courtney had just left. His cold gaze, glazed against the body of that woman and in comprehensive pain followed by rage, overwhelmed him. He wanted to just shred her into pieces. Ariel immediately cringed, knowing absolutely what it felt like to be close to him. It was like death, the hand of death clutching her, clawing at her and choking her. But, instead of it taking her, it toiled with her.

Her eyes were rolled back as she looked into my eyes. "I think it's finally time for you to be put in your place Serafina," I said with a loud voice that seemed to echo as I spoke. "Elysia," I heard Serafina gag as I pressed harder on her neck. A scoff escaped my lips and I almost broke into a laugh. "You might be wondering, I am the Luna goddess. And I don't appreciate all your efforts to try to wipe off the werewolves, you seem to be forgetting that they are completely under my protection, you can't do as you wish and get away.

He began to feed on the essence of other supernatural beings, draining their power, consuming their lives, and evolving beyond anything the world had ever witnessed. No one could stop him. No one—except the first daughter of the Celestial Mother: the wolf named Selene, the Moon Goddess. While the other clans fell easily before the nightwalker’s wrath, Selene did not yield. Again and again, she sent her strongest children to stand against him and one of them was the Luna healer. Years later, another war broke again. But this time, it was the nightwalkers against other clans. The war that followed was merciless. The werewolf clan was almost erased completely until the Stone lineage of the roya

“Sergeant Constantine, are you sure about this? The Saint had an agreement with the top brass, man. If they joined in on the mad scramble for the Ambrosia Fruit… It would signify a breach of mutual trust from their side. Our superiors will not let such a transgression pass without dire consequences!” The crowd quickly assented to his declaration. Sicut In Caelo was strong; their monarch was even stronger. He was so powerful that the man’s powers were virtually incomprehensible, and rumor had it that he had reached the state of Invincibilis, where a human ceased to be susceptible to any kind of damage or harm. In other words, Sicut In Caelo was not the least bit intimidated by the combined fo

They would not rest until they had brought the Supreme God Destroyer to justice and ensured the safety of the world. Amidst the moonlit expanse of a desolate forest, seven imposing figures, their hulking forms cloaked in the shadows, stood triumphant, their laughter echoing through the silent trees. These were the Seven Werewolf Supreme God Destroyers, an elite group of rouges known for their unmatched power and cunning.

Professor Kaelven. He was the Supreme Lycan running our advanced combat seminars, an absolute beast of a man covered in faint battle scars, with a freezing glare that made the entire student body look like minor inconveniences. He also happened to be my best friend Maya’s older brother. The whole campus gossiped that he was a ruthless, cold machine who was entirely dead down there because he had never selected a mate or shown a flicker of interest in anyone. But watching the way his tailored shirt strained against his massive shoulders as he wrote on the board, my mind knew better. He didn't ignore females because his body didn't work. He ignored them because none of them were strong enough

That might have gotten you shocked, I know. My name is Jason and as you may have guessed, I am a male werewolf with a hidden past. A past which I had held in high regard and which I believe won't wash away. It was a very remarkable experience. The past experience was that of my past lover and I. We had been so loved up so much that I was shocked to the bone marrow when she died leaving me behind. Before she died, she had promised that she would be back to be with me once more. I had held on to that promise and looked out for her but I never did see her.

Resting heavily against her collarbone is a platinum pendant, a howling wolf encircled by a crown of thorns and a crescent moon. "Is that what I think it is?" I ask, staring at the ancient seal, a profound sense of awe and terror washing over me. Valerius nods slowly, his face pale. "Yeah. The woman on Draven’s arm appears to be a Royal Lycan. The Rose of Light."