Novel & Cerita Father Seraphim Rose Books

“I was protecting my family.” Don Vittorio’s heart tightened. ⸻ “You saw them?” ⸻ Alessio nodded once. “A woman.” “A little boy.” ⸻ He closed his eyes. “I still can’t remember…” “…how I lost them.” ⸻ Meanwhile Seraphina wandered through the estate gardens. The roses had begun blooming again after the rain. She gently touched one crimson flower. It immediately withered beneath her fingertips. Turning black. Ash. Gone. ⸻

Seraphina listened attentively as I poured out my story, my struggles, and my desperate need for answers. With a gentle nod, Seraphina began to weave her magic. She closed her eyes and murmured words that felt ancient and sacred, her hands moving gracefully as if guided by unseen forces. I watched in awe as the room seemed to shimmer with an ethereal glow, as if the very fabric of reality was bending to accommodate the mystical powers at play.

Her own voice echoed through a dozen lifetimes. Don’t forget me. Don’t let go. Don’t wake up. She saw Lucan, younger, older, broken, brave. She saw herself—so many selves—fighting to hold on. Then came the voice. The Sleepless One. “You think this time will be different?” Seraphina stood in a field of black roses, surrounded by flames. “Yes,” she said. The shadow took form. Bone-white, with eyes like hollow stars. “You remember what happened last time?”

I realized who he could be when I smelt a familiar power, which I had smelt from Azazel's body. . "I am Seraphim, Azazel's father. I came here to see you and your unborn children.", He said and again I felt like music to ear but this time, the voice was out of concern and care. I didn't miss his word saying 'children'. . "Children?", I asked in confusion. .

Their cries echoed as the light swallowed them whole. And in a quiet mansion across town, baby Seraphine slept peacefully in Elias’s arms unaware that the fate of two worlds had just begun to shift. …. Seraphine’s hands trembled as she turned the page. Her throat tightened, her heart pounding so hard it hurt. The words swam in her vision. Her mother… her father… the Thrones… She closed the book slowly, her reflection shimmering faintly on the golden cover. “So that’s what happened…” she whispered.

She smiled gently, "I see you've found the tome." Eryx, his guard up, responded, "Who are you, and what do you want?" The woman let out a soft chuckle, "I am Seraphina, a guardian of seer legacies. And as for what I want... I wish to help." I took a step forward, "Help? Why now? Why all the cryptic messages and lullabies?" Seraphina's gaze shifted to the tome Eryx clutched. "That book holds more power than you can fathom. In the wrong hands, it can bring about untold devastation. But with proper guidance, it can be a beacon of hope."

“You think so?’ she beamed with excitement. “Yes, I do.’ Jeremy agreed with a giggle. Seraphina nodded. “Where is Seraphim?’ “He is on the balcony at the palace.’ Jeremy replied. “Ok.’ She ran towards the staircase in the palace. “Be careful and don’t fall down.’ Jeremy yelled after her. Seraphina ran over to the balcony and saw Griffith and Clyde having a conversation between themselves as Seraphim approached Griffith. Was Clyde’s and Griffith’s real name Seraphim and Zephyr? Seraphim smiled warmly. “You are certainly on edge, Zephyr.’ “Seraphim.’ Zephyr exclaimed with a bright smile. “You seem quite able, though you were beaten much more soundly than I. I swear you are a tough one, Zephyr.

Seraphine uses Samael's surprise to throw him off balance, twisting his arm from her roughly, as she runs the opposite direction. Seraphine is fast, but still injured. She doesn't have the speed that she had the day she escaped me on the highway. We pursue her from different sides, and I stalk a bit longer than I should to admire the view of the body I have missed for the past few days. Her father makes the first move, launching into her path and trying to catch her around her waist. She dives forward away from him, unsteadily, and begins to weave around trees. I sneak closer while she's focused on him. He moves to attack once again, and I join him. I take her legs from under her while he tw

she began in a placating tone, “but I do know who you can ask about it.” “Emma, I swear, if you’re leading me on again, I will—” Emma Routh, my first and probably only friend in Forest Hills High, raised her hands up in surrender. “I’m being totally serious now… promise.” I placed the book back on my table. “Alright… spill.” “The one you want to talk to is Evan Leahy,” Emma replied. “He’s the chronicler of all things strange in Forest Hills.” “You say that like there are a lot of strange things happening in town…” I replied.

suddenly a huge angel landed beside her Samuel was with him tall muscular and broad-shouldered with brown hair worn in a messy man bun strong rugged features square jaw and piercing brown eyes and a shaved goatee dressed in full battle gear two pairs of wings unfurled from his shoulders i am Raphael Seraphim of Wrath leader of the Seraphim guard he offered his hand and Kyra took it his hand shaking firmly was rough and filled with calluses from years of wielding a sword she sensed he was a warrior who was stepped out of time he was ancient much and older than he appeared to be it's an honor to meet you sir she said I'm Kyra daughter of Michael then it's an even greater honor to meet you I've