Owari No Seraph Novels & Stories

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.

Her dripping core cradled the head of his cock, and she rocked against him, taking him inside a couple of inches. Jack cupped her buttocks and pulled her down on him as he lifted his hips. Their joining wasn’t sweet or brief, but it was perfect. He filled her almost to the point of pain, but she reveled in the stretched feeling as she rotated her hips. Perspiration beaded his brow. “You are heaven, Sera.” “Seraphina is an angelic name, you know.” She winked. “It suits you perfectly.” Sera grinned. “I don’t know, Jack. I think I’d rather be wicked than good right now.” To emphasize her point, she lifted her hips and slid down his length again. “What do you think?”

“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.”

Seraphina purred, her voice a sultry whisper. Orion turned to face her, his eyes meeting hers with a mix of respect and desire. "Seraphina Valkyrie, the pleasure is all mine," he replied, his voice deep and commanding. From that moment on, a connection sparked between them, one that transcended the boundaries of their usual encounters. Seraphina saw in Orion not just a sex slave, but a partner who could match her intensity and fulfill her deepest desires. Orion, in turn, was drawn to Seraphina's power and the promise of a unique experience.

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.

No vital signs are present and Barima is grey and dull, withered beneath a very vibrant Seraphine. Sera sits straighter, back arching as she tilts her head back and hums to herself, still in her demon. Her long tongue flicks out to clean her face and a bad of drool rolls down her long neck and disappears into her cream blouse. Her hands run along her shoulders and chest sensually and a sigh emerges from her now clean lips. She rolls Barima over and sniffs her, perhaps searching for missed blood or lingering energy. Upon finding nothing, she stands and gingerly kicks the woman flinging her body half up onto the couch.

Seraph gave Esper a quick kiss on the lips. "What about you?" Esper gave her mate a curious look. "You still haven't told me what name to call you." Seraph half smiled as he traced her lips. "As I said before, Gabriel died with Lailah. I'm forever and always, your Seraph." Sliding his hand from Esper's cheek to the back of her head, Seraph pulled the girl in for a passionate kiss. His lips moved in harmony with hers and gave her the occasional nip. Seraph felt Esper's lips part, and he gladly accepted the invitation. He slid his tongue inside and explored every millimeter of her mouth, savoring the taste.

Seraphina’s steps were slow, calculated, as she closed the distance between herself and Alora. Her eyes glinted with a mix of false warmth and something far darker. She reached out, her fingers brushing against Alora’s cheek, her touch deceptively gentle. “You are so beautiful, Alora,” she murmured, her tone sweet. “Those big golden curls and those baby blue eyes... like a doll.” Alora, trembling, tried to muster a smile, her eyes flicking up to meet Seraphina’s. But it was a weak, fragile attempt, and the fear in her eyes was unmistakable.

One of the maids that had been avoiding Orion's gaze was about to say something but Seraphina arrived in the middle of their conversation, walking slowly with her bag tightly strapped on her shoulder. “What is going on?” She asked with a sense of confusion, slowly moving her eyes from one of the maids to the other, but due to fear they all took their eyes down, except for the maid who was on the armband, and Seraphina just smiled before moving it to Orion. *Are we celebrating something here?” “I had no idea you do go out everyday,” Orion arched an eyebrow, placing a hand on the closest couch. “Umm…were you going to tell me?”

Seraphine took a sip of her juice in an unhurried manner. "Yes, I heard him muttered it in a small voice." Mira went along. Arlan had even lifted his head just to look at the two, shaking his head. This girl seemed to have indeed found her partner in crime, making her devilishly more frightening than before. None could win a debate against her. Coupled with Seraphine who indulged her, who would dare to mess with this girl? There was also Azarias, whose power was unknown. However, his aura alone could deter a few werewolves from approaching.