Blue Seraphim Novels & Stories

Nero said. "A man should keep his word," Anthony replied. "I've always kept mine." "Good." Nero laughed. "Things aren't very peaceful at the northern frontier lately, so I won't stay long. Goodbye." He vanished into the night, leaving just as abruptly as he'd come. Once Nero was gone, Cassian whispered to Griffin, "Who's Seraphine?" "That's Scarlet. Her name is Seraphine King," Griffin answered. "Seraphine, the name of angels. One would imagine that someone named Seraphine is a captivating beauty, whose grace stirs hearts and whose presence enchants souls. It is a pretty name," Cassian mumbled.

Then I saw blue. Not outside. Inside. In my mind’s eye, where Seraphina usually came to me in gold. Her eyes were blue. Not the playful warm gold she wore when she was being vain or pleased with herself or deliberately insufferable. This blue was colder. Sharper. Not cruel. Warning. A blade made of sky and old instinct. The shift in her alone was enough to yank the breath out of me. Then she spoke. “Wake up. They are here,” Seraphina said.

She answered with a regretted tone in her voice. “Where did the titans come from by the way?” I asked like a child who is eager to know about the spiritual history that I am in with. “They are the products of angels who interact with humans… if you remember their faces it’s the seven sins because when angels started to interact with humans. The knowledge begins so as the deadly sins” She answered and it makes sense. Now I gently connect the pieces even it is not yet complete. I looked at my sigil again. I don’t know what it means but I know it is a part of me that I need to discover. I lean on the wall when I suddenly remember about my mother.

Lilith could remember when her life had changed. From being the odd bubbly werewolf to being turned into a hybrid and falling in love with one that saved her life. When she was left rejected, broken-hearted, and dying, that all happened on her eighteen birthday. Talk about one hell of a birthday; Lilith could remember it perfectly. Demien, her older brother, age twenty-five, is the beta and second in command in the blood moon pack, one of the pack's best since their father. Some say that Demien has an eccentric and weird demeanor, but despite that, he is not easily fooled. He is sometimes called abnormal. According to his ex-girl, his mate Angel says he's a "creative, fun spirit."

A mixture of gratitude and embarrassment settled within her as he gently wiped away her tears, creating a unique connection between two souls traversing through the unexpected twists of fate. The hazel eyes that had witnessed much silently communicated a profound understanding, leaving Hiya to contemplate the depth of compassion that had unexpectedly entered her life. She lowered her gaze, and he continued, "I am sorry... I know I shouldn't have done this, but you were crying nonstop for a long time, and I couldn't resist.” --------------------

She leans forward slightly, the dim light casting jagged shadows across her face. Selena exhales, her breath ragged. She shakes her head, her hands tremble slightly—the tremor in her hands betraying the icy calm she’s trying to maintain. “No… but She did leave her name tho… Seraphina, was it? And something about trouble… way worse than the attack on Valentine, is already here. Watching.” Her voice falters, but her eyes hold steady, glowing faintly in the low light. The last word hangs in the air, heavy and thick, as if the presence of this unseen force has already infected the space. Demika’s brows knit together as she leans forward, her voice almost a growl. “And you’re sure she looked lik

Draped in a faded cloak embroidered with cryptic symbols, she radiated a quiet, otherworldly presence. “Welcome, travelers,” she intoned in a voice that was both soft and commanding, as if speaking from another age. “I am Seraphine—a seer of the ancient ways. I have awaited your arrival, for the threads of fate have woven a tapestry that binds you all to a destiny that extends far beyond the present struggle.” Donavon stepped forward, his posture both wary and respectful. “Seraphine, we have heard of your visions. Tell us—what do you see for the Blue Moon Pack? What call does destiny make upon us?”

“No, Mathias, you need to listen to me. When I met Nevaeh, I was scared. I was scared of what I felt for her and what might happen to her if she entered my world. Since we’ve gotten here, you’ve experienced a variety of things that have shaken your world. But I have to tell you, you’re being an idiot.” My head snaps forward at his comment. Not a lot of people dare speak to me in such a tone. I’m Mathias Black, head of the Council. A centuries-old Seraphim who has killed legions. Giving Mikhail my most withering scowl, I manage to grit out, “I think you need to walk away, Mikhail.”

And there she was. Floating high above the battlefield. Seraphine. Her body glowed with radiant blue light, magic pouring from her like living flame. Her long hair moved gently in the storm of energy surrounding her. But it was her eyes that stole the breath from everyone below. They burned like twin stars. Fearless. Ancient. Unbreakable. The Aetherborn had returned. Gasps spread through the courtyard. "She's alive..." "Seraphine!" The four boys froze. For a moment none of them could move.

,she gasp and then it was all gone,she was blocked again,she ran back to the haven,they must get ready to fight now,they mustn't loiter or something bad is going to happen. --- --- --- The appolos went after their skin blocking every part laced with any poisonous blood,Karen stumble back energy slowly leaving her,she heard spells been casted in her ears but that did little good to stop her for there was another outburst of mist from her,She lift her brows when She saw the appolos and to top it all off Adir as turned into a human with wings and blue pale skin just the same as zircon,their eyes locked,the mist darken,the appolos revel in their distraction and went after each of them avoiding k