Dark Seraphim Novels & Stories

I could feel Astari's reluctance in not wanting me to go further. “What is it, Astari?” I said to her, “Velkrin!” She yelled. “Impossible, Astari,” I replied to her. “Velkrins cannot be inside the castle.” Velkrins are ancient and dark beings without form. They are like shadows, consuming the souls of people, turning them into dead skeletons. What was peculiar about them was that they were controlled by vampires, wolves' natural rivals. So, wherever one was found, a vampire was close by.

I said, shaking my head. “Don’t be mad,” he replied, laughing lightly. “Just tell me your name. That’s all.” “Fine. My name is Serah. Serah Stones.” “Serah... What a beautiful name,” he said. “I’m Raphael. Nice to meet you, Serah Stones. I won’t forget that name.” “Nice meeting you too,” I muttered and started walking again. After a few steps, I turned slightly and saw him still staring at me. “Such an irritating man,” I murmured under my breath. “I wonder what he’s looking at.” I shook my head and kept walking.

Sometimes the things we lose are the things we value the most—the persons we value the most. Side effects of an act done in a moment of weakness but while we blame ourselves, we still hope things had turned out differently. And just as we wish to turn back the hands of the clock and do it right, things don't always go the way we want them to. A way of saying, we are not God. Sebastian knocks on the door, the sound cracking rails and blaring horns of trains can be heard from a distance. The stench of dead animals burns his nostrils as he raises his hand to knock again before the door creaks open.

“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.”

Haneul greeted. The Seraph only blinked. He seemed to have just awoken from a deep sleep. Being the highest order of angels, Seraphs didn't usually come down from the First Sphere. They did all their work there, closest to the Creator. Their transparent wings burning red-orange against the vast space of the Macroverse. Sometimes, they don't even bother taking a human form.

The markers responded, their faint glow brightening, lines catching a light that did not belong to the rising sun. Darius stiffened. “Seraphina—” “I’m alright,” she said, though her heart raced. “It’s not hurting me.” Maera shifted closer, protective instinct clear. “If it changes—” “I’ll pull her back,” Darius finished. Seraphina reached the center of the basin. The hum deepened, resonant and ancient, vibrating through bone and breath. Images surfaced—not forced, not overwhelming, but offered. Packs united beneath a single moon.

“If you’re seeing this, I’m already dead. And if it’s Damien watching—then congratulations. You’ve outlived your purpose.” He smiled faintly. “But I’ve never been a fool. I knew the clones wouldn’t last. The genes would fail. So I left a failsafe. One that didn’t rely on memory—but on programming.” The screen shifted to show a new subject. Taller. Unfinished. “This is Project Seraph. Not a clone. Not human. Something between. It has no mind of its own. But it knows only one directive—purge and replace.” A pause. “And its target… is you.”

I waved back at him and then signaled him to stay where he is because first I need to get Ethan’s soul and then only I would be able to kill Gael. I turned and then walked to the mirror, I made a gesture with my hand that released power, and eventually, it opened. I looked at those bottles carefully, there were many and I was looking for one specific bottle. I tried to remember the words that Ethan had said to me in the basement. “THE DEVIL HAS CAPTURED MULTIPLE SOULS IN MANY OF THE SAME BOTTLES BUT HE KEEPS A MARK ON EACH SOUL.” The light popped up in my mind, “The mark…” and then I started looking for a black mark on the bottles. After looking for a while carefully, finally I found one.

The vampire retrieved her laptop and darted back into her room. Once back inside, Esper plopped onto her bed and opened up her computer. After logging in, she quickly opened up a blank document and started typing down her thoughts. Seraph – insanely attractive, likes to have fun, enjoys classic television, very athletic, Imperial Guard, excellent pianist (also plays guitar and cello), is eager to learn about me, very passionate, causes spark like sensations when we touch (is very handsy because he also feels them), adorable when sleeping.

I said as I handed him the pen and the paper. He took a deep breath as he held the pen in his hand. "You can do this, Cleoffe, you can do this!!" I was looking at him as he started answering the problem that I asked him to solve. I guess Summer was really right, Cleoffe has some resemblance to Lucifer. It's just that Lucifer has different colors of eyes. And Cleoffe seems to always wear a smile on his face while Lucifer tends to frown.