Dark Seraphim Novels & Stories

Damien plugged the drive into his holopad and frowned. “Siberia,” he muttered. “Of course.” Ava narrowed her eyes. “This place Project Nephilim it’s not a lab. It’s a womb.” Seraphina was no longer just a prototype. Her pod had drained. She now stood upright, dressed in a thin, silver gown that shimmered like liquid mercury. Her hair fell in wet curls past her shoulders, and her eyes unnaturally large and silver-flecked glowed faintly even in the dark.

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."

Whilst it was not meant for me, why, I couldn’t help but wonder the delinquency I may have taken part in with all this. After all… I, Niklaus Deveruax, is the eldest of the Deveraux cousins. Not only am I the first ever vampire to exist, but also the first vampire that had the power of three powerful supernatural forces combined - a vampire, a witch, and a werewolf.

they won't be able to survive much longer or go any further as long as we are alive. "Glaze" is what we call ourselves. A big clan that will take down all the evil witches all over the place. We have the headquarters, the weapons, and the skilled and trained troops. For witches who perform dark rituals, we're always on the lookout for them. Take up arms to get the world out of the endless black hole.

Her eyes were gazing at Benjamin's lifeless eyes, until she felt that presence coming closer to her. Seraphina took her teary eyes upward and her soul clenched in extreme amounts of horror by watching that voracious sinner, who had just committed that ruthless sin, taking his predacious step closer to her. His barbaric grey orbs were penetrating her soul with its vicious intensity. His jaw was still tightened. The fatal deadliness in his eyes had turned more merciless. Seraphina clutched her clothes, feeling his every step, reducing the distance between their bodies. That demonic human was getting closer to her, which made Seraphina start taking her steps backward, away from him.

Around her, the celestial thrones of the five Seraphims stood tall, as if the echoes of betrayal were but a farce. Each throne was a reflection of its master’s essence, forged from the first lights of creation — now dimmed beneath Luna’s cold dominion. On the right of Luna’s dais sat Sariel, the Seraph of Discipline and Secrets. His throne was carved from obsidian glass veined with silver light, the glow of distant constellations flickering faintly across his armor like the trapped breath of the cosmos. His gaze was sharp and detached. The eyes of one who had seen too much and judged too little. The lunar brilliance traced the severe planes of his face, his folded wings like midnight forged

I also wouldn't mind if you have constructive criticism about my book. SERAPHIMS- Also known as the burning ones. They are the highest angelic class and are caretakers of God's throne constantly singing praises to God. They are described as fiery six-winged beings with two wings that cover their faces and two that cover their feet and the last two they use to fly.

And on the glove, stitched into the fabric A sigil. A serpent coiled around a sword. Petra’s eyes widened. “That’s not just anyone. That’s Seraph.” Roman’s blood ran cold. “Seraph is a myth,” he said. “A ghost unit. Black ops trained in cyber-espionage and biochemical warfare. They don’t exist on paper.” “They do,” Petra corrected. “And if Seraph is here then Damien was just one chapter of a bigger story.” Later That Night, Safehouse in Zurich

Seraphine was smiling. Not bitterly, sad but dangerously. My stomach dropped. Not another desperate move. Not another secret.The chains around her wrists began glowing. Dark symbols crawled across the metal. Several elders gasped. The Keeper surged to her feet. “No.” For the first time…fear crossed the ancient woman’s face. Real fear. “What is it?” Darius demanded. The Keeper looked horrified. “Forbidden remnants.” The room exploded. Warriors rushed forward but it was too late. Dark energy burst from the chains. The restraints shattered. Seraphine threw her head back and laughed.

Just his. Dawn broke at 6:17 AM. And with it, they came. At first, I saw only movement on the horizon. Dark shapes against the pale sky. Then closer. Hundreds became thousands. Warriors in tight formation. Creatures I couldn’t name. And at the center, riding in a chariot of twisting dark magic, was Seraphine. Even from this distance, her power pressed against my skin like heat from a forge. She was much stronger than before. The blood sacrifices had already begun.