Novel & Cerita Blue Seraphim

But Silas— Silas looked at me like I was the most dangerous thing in the world. And somehow still the only thing he wanted. Seraphine stepped forward slowly. “What color?” I blinked. “What?” “When your eyes change,” she said sharply. “What color are they?” I swallowed hard. “Gold.” Silence. Then Darius muttered one cursed sentence. “No wonder.” Silas’s body tensed beside me instantly. “No wonder what?” Seraphine ignored him completely. Instead, she looked directly at me. “Shift.” I stared at her. “I can’t.”

I stood in my room, staring at the small black crystal hidden inside a wooden box beneath my bed. For days I had avoided touching it. The moment I picked it up, it pulsed with dark purple light. A message. Seraphine wanted to speak. I swallowed nervously before closing the curtains and drawing a protection circle on the floor. With a deep breath, I placed the crystal in the center. It floated slightly above the ground. The room grew cold. The purple light expanded until it filled every corner. Then...Seraphine appeared. Not physically….Only her image. "You've kept me waiting."

They go deep into the sky and stopped at the fifth level of clouds. A gold platform appeared under Metatron’s feet, the seraphim all moved backwards as more seraphim joined them over 100 forming a larger circle. The seraphim all acted in unison as they cover their faces with two wings and cover their feet with two wings and leave two hanging behind.

“And now he says I can’t use Charizard unless I bring a sacrifice!” I blinked. “I’m sorry, he did what now?” Arsen was still processing when Jade charged in behind him, dramatically holding up a red crayon like it was the elder wand. His voice was deep, serious, slightly British for some reason. “THE CARDS HAVE SPOKEN.” “We are five seconds from a full cult ritual,” I muttered, pinching the bridge of my nose. “And I still haven’t had a second coffee.” Then—because apparently the chaos gods weren’t done—Lorelai floated in. I say floated because she wore a sheer purple cape, a tiara perched sideways on her curls, and she was dragging the mop like it was a sacred staff.

I would scream at this damn machine if it weren't for the little baby suckling peacefully at Orchidid's breast next to me. "You're talking about people, not commodities," I hiss. Orchidid 's hand touches my shoulder. "Orchid," she says in a pacifying voice. "Remember. The seraph is a machine. He doesn't think like you and me." She's right, of course. I take a deep breath to calm my nerves. “Look around,” Seraph says. "Aren't you omegas valued?"

She circled the space where Zayn had just been, pawing at the empty air as if she could summon him back. Amani’s heart ached for Seraphine, her loneliness palpable in the vast, cosmic space. But before the sorrow could fully take hold, another shift began. The egg’s iridescent glow intensified, casting the cosmic surroundings in a brilliant light. Seraphine, still whimpering, glanced up as if she too sensed the change. The light wrapped around her, encasing her in a warm, protective cocoon. And then, just like Zayn, Seraphine disappeared, her form drawn into the light, leaving the cosmic egg empty, its once-vibrant glow dimming as it faded from Amani’s sight.

The clearing glowed with the twinkling fairy lights that adorned every tree, and the torches that had been lit along the path to illuminate the participants' way. Brand stood in front of the Yggdrasil feeling like his throat was being constricted by a stiff collar rather than a soft tunic. He wore a bearskin over one shoulder to symbolize strength and protection. He was also glad of its warmth as the first snows had started to fall just in the last week. He huffed as Brodi clapped him on the shoulder. "Nervous yet?" he asked with a smile, adjusting the leather hauberk that held his broadsword across his back and the belt at his waist where the sheath for his ceremonial dagger rested.

Valerian… and his eyes are glowing red. Well Not exactly like human ones.

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