Blue Seraphim Novels & Stories

Aeron chuckled dragging up a nearby chair and sitting on it backward, we cant! Thanis growled she didn't desert the host she was drafted and ascended into the Seraphim Guard, she's the Seraphim of Mercy now and she's mated too, are you serious? dude thats huge! Ezera cried who is she mated to? The Seraphim of Justice he answered she even has his mark on her neck and their wings even match his are silver and hers is gold you should have seen her today she looked so badass she took down all of the King of hells army total cleansing

And a fourth, taller than the rest, his body cloaked in green-blue mist, water magic rolling off him in waves. They don’t speak, but they don’t need to. I understand right away that they’re Seraphira’s Four. They move through the chaos like gods, people seeming to part when they go by. Their bond crackles in the air. I can feel it, even from here. Each of them is connected to her and to each other, their connection unmistakable. They’re a unit. They don’t move as five individuals. They’re a force. Seraphira watches them with something like longing, or maybe memory. “You still think you aren’t enough,” she says softly. “Because you’ve only tasted your power. You haven’t claimed it yet.”

Kiyan’s shock was written on his face as he started searching his contacts for someone we could call to smuggle Valora out of my room before something crazier happens. In the blink of an eye, Seraphine was walking towards her. “Kiyan? What’s Sera doing?” Kiyan turned, and his face spelt horror. “Sera? What are you doing? Don't—” Before he could finish his sentence, Seraphine touched Valora, and she immediately started chanting the exact words Valora had been chanting for almost an hour. Kiyan and I looked at each other, and by the time we looked back, Seraphine was suspended mid-air, her eyes white as snow, her icy blue hair flowing just like Valora’s.

The kind of collection that could easily become… Too much and so tacky. An assistant hesitated beside her. “…they said this was yours,” she murmured, almost apologetically. Seraphine reached out. Ran her fingers along the fabric. The material was warm under her touch. Alive. Difficult. Behind her, A soft laugh. “Oh… that’s unfortunate.” Seraphine didn’t turn immediately. She already knew. Lydia. Standing a few steps away, draped in a soft sky-blue robe, her hair pinned loosely as makeup artists hovered around her like orbiting satellites.

A cruel, dangerous smile spread across her face. "How about we play a little game, Arielle." ***** Moments later, Seraphina stood before her mirror. Her maid Hannah gasped softly. “My lady… you look stunning.” Seraphina was dressed in a stunning, ancient gown of deep blue and silver, embroidered with symbols of old Stormclaw blessings. The design shimmered like moonlight making her look every inch a queen. “Tonight,” she murmured, adjusting the fabric, “history remembers who stands beside the Alpha.”

Diego couldn’t see her clearly because of the darkness, but she knew who that was. The Spirit was a female with powdered blue skin, long red hair and wore no clothes. Her naked body had stains of purple-black substances that covered her left leg, her right arm and her right eye which made her look even scarier. The Spirit was in shackles from its neck down to its ankles. “What thinking would you be busy with when your life is going to end in a couple of hours?” the Spirit laughed. She looked at Diego with her red eyes. Her black lips stretched into a smile. “Don’t tell me you’re thinking of escaping, child…”

He stepped forward, placed both hands on the relic — and it sank into his skin. Not stabbed. Absorbed. His body convulsed. The air screamed. Then… silence. When he turned, his eyes had changed. Still Bain. Still the ruthless protector. But now infused with something else. Hope. Fire. Judgment. “The final war is coming,” Seraphine whispered. “And now… we may stand a chance.”

As I got closer, I could see the others more clearly—council members I’d known my whole life, and strangers wearing the deep blue and silver that marked them as Frostfang. And there, standing beside the cold and feared Alpha of Frostfang, dressed in delicate white embroidery stood a tall and lean figure. Seraphina. She was beautiful—breathtakingly, undeniably beautiful. She had been born with fierce red hair, a rare trait that marked her as a strong warrior. Deep blue eyes and full lips that were enough to stir any man. But looking at her stirred nothing in me except a vague sense of dread.

Three massive figures stepped out. They were ten feet tall, clad in golden armor that shone like the sun. They wielded massive hammers and shields. They didn't look like monsters. They looked like angels. BOSS DETECTED: THE SERAPHIM. LEVEL: 99. TYPE: ANTI-VIRUS PROTOCOL. "They're hunting the glitches," Jax said, gripping his data-sword. "They delete anything that doesn't follow the script. They've already deleted the Merchant's Guild."