Blue Seraphim Novels & Stories

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.

Perfumed air spilled out, thick and floral and cloyingly sweet. Inside, Seraphine sat draped in a pearl-colored silk robe, lounging like she belonged on a throne rather than a chaise. Her silver-blonde hair cascaded in polished waves, nearly blending into the icy tone of her skin. She didn’t look real—she looked carved from winter itself. And her eyes—icy blue and glinting like frost—landed briefly on Eden. It was only a glance, but it sent a chill down Eden’s spine. Seraphine turned her attention to her reflection instead. “I need to look perfect,” she said.

I'm so excited that I'm getting hard just thinking about the scene that will occur in a few minutes. Jessblue is a goddess all on her own with the body all female Bampires wish they had! She is beautiful in all ways imaginable. She is not your ordinary everyday Bampire that roams around Bluestoria. She is like no other female that I’ve seen. She has big voluptuous breasts with a thickness of beautiful curves you can only imagine.

The once clear blue sky turned a sickening blood-red. Dark clouds roiled, and lightning flashed. "By my blood! By my soul!" Seraphina screamed as her body began to burn from the inside out. "I offer myself as the final key! Lord of the Abyss, I summon you! Descend!" The light from the array grew brighter, and a malevolent energy surged out like a tidal wave. Everyone was thrown to the ground by the force. "Mother was right!" Seraphina's body began to turn translucent. "All werewolves in this world deserve to die!"

“WHAT?!” Seraphine raised her hand, and instead of channeling darkness, she focused on every good memory she had. The memory of Lucien’s hug. The memory of her mother’s voice. The memory of what it felt like to be free. “I CHOOSE LIGHT!” she screamed. She pushed her power outward. It wasn't dark anymore. It was silver, pure and bright. “ARRRGH!” Hellspawn screamed as her energy burned him like holy fire. His hand recoiled, loosening its grip. Seraphine fell forward, dropping to the ground, but she didn't run away. She stood up, trembling, and turned her back on him, walking slowly toward the circle.

Chapter Sixty-Four ~Ariee~ Inhale. Exhale. I got ready to knock when the door opened on it's own. Lady Seraphina stood before and I staggered back in shock, taking in her appearance. Her hair… was blue! I pinched myself, refusing to believe my eyes for a second but all I felt was pain and the hair was still the same. Straightened. Light blue. And pretty much the same colour as her dress.

Each step is perfect and practiced. Queen Seraphine. She looked exactly as she had in Lyra's blood memory. Young, beautiful, eternal. White hair fell in waves past her shoulders. Her dress was silver and white, flowing like water made fabric. Her eyes were the palest blue Lyra had ever seen. Empty eyes. Like looking into winter itself. "Lyra Nightshade." Seraphine smiled. "You have no idea how long I've waited for this moment." "Where are the hostages?" Lyra's voice was harder than she felt. "You said if I came, you'd release them."