Blue Seraphim Novels & Stories

She leans forward slightly, the dim light casting jagged shadows across her face. Selena exhales, her breath ragged. She shakes her head, her hands tremble slightly—the tremor in her hands betraying the icy calm she’s trying to maintain. “No… but She did leave her name tho… Seraphina, was it? And something about trouble… way worse than the attack on Valentine, is already here. Watching.” Her voice falters, but her eyes hold steady, glowing faintly in the low light. The last word hangs in the air, heavy and thick, as if the presence of this unseen force has already infected the space. Demika’s brows knit together as she leans forward, her voice almost a growl. “And you’re sure she looked lik

The inside of the hut was far larger than it appeared from the outside. Shadows danced along the walls, their movements synchronized with the flickering blue light emanating from a crystal orb on a pedestal at the center of the room. The figure who had welcomed us threw back her hood, revealing a strikingly pale woman with hair like silver threads and eyes that glowed faintly violet. “I am Seraphine,” she said, her voice like the hum of a distant storm. “You seek to breach the Abyss and recover what was taken. But beware—the Abyss does not give freely.”

Draped in a faded cloak embroidered with cryptic symbols, she radiated a quiet, otherworldly presence. “Welcome, travelers,” she intoned in a voice that was both soft and commanding, as if speaking from another age. “I am Seraphine—a seer of the ancient ways. I have awaited your arrival, for the threads of fate have woven a tapestry that binds you all to a destiny that extends far beyond the present struggle.” Donavon stepped forward, his posture both wary and respectful. “Seraphine, we have heard of your visions. Tell us—what do you see for the Blue Moon Pack? What call does destiny make upon us?”

“No, Mathias, you need to listen to me. When I met Nevaeh, I was scared. I was scared of what I felt for her and what might happen to her if she entered my world. Since we’ve gotten here, you’ve experienced a variety of things that have shaken your world. But I have to tell you, you’re being an idiot.” My head snaps forward at his comment. Not a lot of people dare speak to me in such a tone. I’m Mathias Black, head of the Council. A centuries-old Seraphim who has killed legions. Giving Mikhail my most withering scowl, I manage to grit out, “I think you need to walk away, Mikhail.”

And there she was. Floating high above the battlefield. Seraphine. Her body glowed with radiant blue light, magic pouring from her like living flame. Her long hair moved gently in the storm of energy surrounding her. But it was her eyes that stole the breath from everyone below. They burned like twin stars. Fearless. Ancient. Unbreakable. The Aetherborn had returned. Gasps spread through the courtyard. "She's alive..." "Seraphine!" The four boys froze. For a moment none of them could move.

None of them noticed Adir skin peeling,none heard his screams,none saw his clothes ripped apart,none saw the mist going through every corner of his body perhaps if they'd glanced at him none of what might come ahead might happen but by the time they knew, by the time Castus decided to disappear with Adir it was too late,the appolos pour forth snarling and ready to kill anyone. Ady and Castus eyes grew wide looking at Adir ,he'd changed,his body had given way to another,the mist twirled inside him turning his skin to a dark color,his veins popped out,his skin peel more and all of a sudden something cracked,Adir skin gave way at the back,it tore open almost by force blood spill out and dried u

Restore what was lost. You are the future of Aurelian House. You are the future of the dragons. And the ember remembers. I will be with you, always. Seraphine Aurelian

Caller: Unknown A text appeared on the screen: > “You were warned. Leave the past buried, Elara. Or it will bury you.” I started calling him back before the lights flickered and went out. The room transformed into darkness but a soft blue light started to swirl in the central area. A translucent form of Seraphine started to materialize before my eyes. A silver gaze watched with cruelty as her hair flowed like water behind her while she wore a sinister smile. “Curious little Luna,” she cooed. Her voice was low and ice cold. “Dig deeper, Elara. Dig deeper and you’ll find more than just old bones. You’ll find me.”

I take a sip of my champagne while looking out the window. Well, he’s not actually old. Maybe somewhere in his mid- to late thirties. Old compared to me, anyway. I’m twenty-five. But still. “I’m Bash,” he says, holding out his hand. Oh God. Now I have to be nice. I shake his hand. “Hi, Bash. I’m Seraphina.” His eyes sparkle with mischief. “Hello, Seraphina.” His eyes are large, bright blue, and almost dreamy. The kind of eyes a person could get lost in.