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.

"Heal her! Fix this! Make it right!" "The source doesn't work on the dead." Ciara's voice was barely a whisper. "I can only heal the living. I can't bring back what's already gone." "Try anyway. Please. Just try." She looked at me for a long moment, her eyes swimming with sympathy and grief. Then she nodded and placed her hands on Seraphina's chest. The familiar blue glow spread from her palms, warm and bright against the gray morning. I held my breath, waiting. Hoping. Praying to any god who might be listening.

he raised his hand, blood and light merging, “…am its vessel.” His skin cracked; silver‑laced bone spines sprouted, forming blazing white wings. “I am Seraphim.” Above, the holy circle widened, and from its center a pair of colossal wings of light unfurled, covering half the city. --- Back with Evelyn. The ground shook. A beam of energy pierced the clouds and struck where she stood. Evelyn was hurled back, clutching Lucien to her chest. “Evelyn Cross.” Alaric’s voice boomed across the skypart angel, part demon.

As though the word freak had died somewhere on the field with the creatures that had chased her. And her eyes… They were not gold. They were pure cerulean blue. Not pale. Not diluted. Bright and striking enough that the sight of them hit me right under the ribs. Seraphina. Present still. Not outwardly unfurled, but there in the aftermath, visible in the one detail that made Nyra look unlike anything the field had ever seen and yet more fully herself at the same time.

I moved. I stepped behind the stranger, my fingers curling into the fabric of his shirt as my body sought shelter where my mind hadn’t yet caught up. My brother’s hostility burned too close too familiar. The stranger didn’t push me away. “Ryder,” he said calmly, without looking at Nicholas. “Loworth Ryder of New Orleans.” The name rippled through the crowd. My stomach dropped. “Are you a warrior?” I whispered, my voice barely holding. “You’ll find out soon,” he replied coolly. Then quieter meant only for me, “Prey eye.”

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.” --------------------