Blue Seraphim Novels & Stories

that Alwin uses black magic. It explains a lot of things, but I promise you we are not all bad people." She said, desperately, trying to make Seraphine understand. "Is the prophecy real?" "I have not lied to you, the prophecy has been passed down from generations to generations." "I believe you," Seraphine replied, making Soraya let out a breath of relief. Soraya looked like she had aged a few years within the past hours as the color of her hair contrasted with her skin even more. The two spoke for a while before finally retiring to sleep. Seraphine tossed and turned in her bed, unable to fall asleep. She kept thinking about her confrontation with Soraya. She had not been born when black ma

“YOU BETRAYED US!! YOU ABANDONED US!!” “DIE! DIE!! DIE!!!” Their voices grew louder, more frenzied, as they charged toward Seraphina, their screams echoing in her ears. Seraphina was frozen, unable to move her limbs or tap into her strength. She could only watch as the souls lunged toward her. Just then, the sound of footsteps echoed through the room. The air shifted as a blue aura filled the space. In an instant, the souls were thrown back, screaming as they were expelled from Seraphina.

Since the witches returned to her body, Seraph was able to hog on her spiritual energy alone, letting her experience the joy of a spirit with a complete and concrete form. When Seraph raised her head back up, her features were seen and if someone saw them together, they would probably mistake them as sisters as they looked so much alike. Seraph was floating, exuding an orange light. Her long, flowy hair was also gently swaying as she hovered in the air. She looked like a free spirit, and this was true, because she and Amaryah were not equals yet. Seraph was waiting to be branded as she looked at Amaryah with expectant eyes, so Amaryah immediately began chanting.

“You think so?’ she beamed with excitement. “Yes, I do.’ Jeremy agreed with a giggle. Seraphina nodded. “Where is Seraphim?’ “He is on the balcony at the palace.’ Jeremy replied. “Ok.’ She ran towards the staircase in the palace. “Be careful and don’t fall down.’ Jeremy yelled after her. Seraphina ran over to the balcony and saw Griffith and Clyde having a conversation between themselves as Seraphim approached Griffith. Was Clyde’s and Griffith’s real name Seraphim and Zephyr? Seraphim smiled warmly. “You are certainly on edge, Zephyr.’ “Seraphim.’ Zephyr exclaimed with a bright smile. “You seem quite able, though you were beaten much more soundly than I. I swear you are a tough one, Zephyr.

I also wouldn't mind if you have constructive criticism about my book. SERAPHIMS- Also known as the burning ones. They are the highest angelic class and are caretakers of God's throne constantly singing praises to God. They are described as fiery six-winged beings with two wings that cover their faces and two that cover their feet and the last two they use to fly.

I will make the Greek gods jealous that such beauty who talked about their appearance is snatched from them, quivering under the intensity of a mortal It was almost time for the event and I, for the first time since 3 AM, laid eyes on my Chocolate. She had this beautiful blue satin silk gown on. It had a very provocative layout. It was a sleeveless dress. It showed off her cleavage, the waist was defined, and her hips looked precise. She did represent "Everything Blue." Electrifying, radiant, and provocative. She showed me how much of a weakling she can make me. My eyes went dark. Dark from hunger, need, and jealousy.

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.”

Zevarion caught her hand. “Wait.” She looked at him. The stranger extended his arm. The darkness behind Seraphine deepened. “Come back,” he commanded. “You were made for me.” Seraphine shook her head. “I was made from love.” The stranger’s expression twisted. “No.” “Yes,” she whispered. Her silver symbol blazed. “I was made when they chose each other.” The Heart gave one final pulse. Then the entire chamber went dark. In the darkness, Seraphine’s voice echoed.

"Oh come on... if he settles for this pretty… even I am gonna pissed off. After so many thoughts, I can’t conclude. Not his friend or sister. Then who is she? I picked up my phone and started texting Stacey. My best friend. It's 6 pm and I am damn sure that bitch is on her phone. Even if she's dead, that phone is going to accompany her afterlife. "Stacey…!" Next second she replies. "Yeah…?" "you would be shocked to know who I am seeing now...!" "Mmm… almighty Jesus Christ?" "What no…!" "Then buddha?" yeah Stacey being Stacey. "Boo, bitch no!" "Then who the hell are you seeing now? Is it Satan?" God she is Boling my kidneys. "It's Mr. Valerian…. yes the super-hot Satan!" I controlled my giggl

“Grateful? For what? For tearing my family apart? For leaving Morana with that monster inside her?” Seraphine’s eyes gleam with a strange, fanatical light. “The Meraloth is not a monster, you insolent wolf. It’s a gift, a piece of the divine. Your sister is blessed, whether you understand it or not. And your mother… she sacrificed herself for the greater good. You should be thanking me.” I stare at her, trying to make sense of the madness spewing from her mouth. But it’s clear she’s lost in her own delusions, completely convinced of her righteousness. There’s no reasoning with her, no getting through to her. She’s too far gone.