Blue Seraphim Novels & Stories

Any idea on the reason? “Hmm, related to the method used to extract her soul from the body. Seraphine’s soul is more or less unstable in her current vessel, that is Blair’s body, and because of this, in the presence of her previous vessel, her soul tries to leave for a better vessel. However, Seraphine’s previous body is already occupied, and series of spells had been used to secure the soul to the body. That’s why, she should be kept away from her previous vessel.

The silver light immediately weakened. Suppression. Althea gasped sharply as the resonance inside her compressed violently. Pain exploded through her nerves. “I’m stopping the awakening,” Seraphine said coldly. “Now.” Elyria’s eyes widened instantly. “You’ll kill her.” “No,” Seraphine snapped. “I’ll save the world from repeating itself.” The words hit harder than expected. Because Seraphine believed them. Completely. Blue energy lashed across the chamber toward Althea. But before it reached her—

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."

A black silhouette that stood in stark contrast to the six white wings enveloping her body. The Goddess of Death—Seraphim. “You were supposed to come see me,” she continued.

“A sweater chain necklace with personalized pendant—it’s not a perfume bottle.” “No. It has no scent, and it’s empty?” She wasn’t sure about her answer anymore. This conversation affected, and again, it was because of me. “It looks like a Lapis lazuli.” “A Lapis what?” Gael asked. “A deep blue rock. A long time ago, this rock is expensive than gold. A Tsarevich egg is made of this stone for Empress Alexandra.” “And who the fuck is Empress Alexandra?” Frost asked, mocking Darick.