Owari No Seraph Pink Hair Novels & Stories

She looked pristine in her silk emerald robe—the color of the Blackwood Pack—while I was on my knees, smelling of bleach and old shame. "He sounds… in pain," I whispered, wringing out the rag until my knuckles turned white. "He sounds annoying," Seraphina corrected, rolling her eyes. She stood up, tightening the sash of her robe. The movement released a puff of synthetic scent—Rain and Vanilla. My scent.

I was dripping wet, my arousal coating his length and dripping onto the sheets. Seraphine joined us then, her fiery red hair spilling across the pillows like liquid flame. She positioned herself above my face, her pale thighs straddling my head. Her scent was intoxicating, a mix of ancient power and feminine musk. “Taste me while they drink from you,” she commanded softly, lowering herself until her slick folds pressed against my mouth.

While she carried her continuously threatening tone with him, she made no actual threat that was verbalised. Unfurling his wings and cowering into a ball within them, Ingram responded back nervously. Fumbling over some of his words as he spoke. "HE IS A WEREWOLF PRINCESS!! PLEASE- PRINCESS SEPHORA CALM YOURSELF!" His wings were an appropriate, navy which was almost black, colour for someone living in the Noble District. They were beginning to show that grey speckling in his feathers, a show of age among all harpy, but usually most noticeable on Ravens and darker feather Clan's first. Like that of Maven's but not quite as much yet.

Curious because she’s clearly a class lower with her bright red dyed-hair cut very eccentrically. Her head moves around class, looking for someone until they fall on me and her dark eyes widen with glee before she comes running. “You must be the human; Seraphina Hawthrone. I knew it from your size. Wow, humans really are small.” She addresses me with excitement and without a filter, although I’m not mad. “Um, okay… can I help you?” “Oh, yes.” She begins rummaging through her pockets, looking for something, until she pulls out a velvet black card with a blood-red wolf sigil in the middle.

Add a goddess too. Her hair was dyed white with pastel pink highlights and china pink at the tips of her long, sleek, and straight hair that was cut into a Hime cut. I don't know but the color and the hairstyle topped her angelic feature and I'm sure she knew that before she started wearing it. Her face was bare of makeup but God, she still looked like a goddess. Honestly, she was more beautiful than the other one, even if they looked alike. Serenity waved at me and signaled that I should join her. Jewels laughed and waved too. That drew everyone's attention to me. "Good morning," I greeted, shyly avoiding looking them in the eyes.

“Well.” Seraphina walked into the room, throwing a hand to her waist, and after that she scanned Orion from head to toe, a smile tugging at the corner of her lips. “Look who we have here,” she muttered, leaning on the door frame with her side, but Orion remained there, although for a short period before turning back to her, returning the smile. He flashed a smile, a neutral expression replacing it almost immediately. “You're back.” The smile broadened her lips, and finally she stood to her full height, revealing her 5’8 height.

“From a number that is not a number. It has only three digits. I was present for the first one. The person has called repeatedly since. She does not say who it is.” A cold thread of warning pulled tight in my gut. “And?” “And… there is another change.” Ivanna hesitated, wringing her hands. “Her hair, Your Majesty.” “What about her hair?” “It… changes. At times it is its normal shade. At others, there are strands—a shimmer, like tarnished silver woven through the brown. I have seen it twice now.” “Seraphina’s hair is changing,” I muttered to myself, the pieces of a terrifying puzzle beginning to click into place. It’s really happening.

After telling each other the color of nail polish they picked, Kei performed a {2nd tier-Light Spell: Mirror Copy}, which allowed her to make copies of herself and got to work. After getting their nails done, the ladies decided to head elsewhere. "Ojou-sama's nails fit her perfectly~!" gushed Kuroka. Maria stared at her strawberry pink coated nails with her middle finger painted yellow with a cute pink flower design that had a tiny pink diamond in the middle.

” I turn around and force myself to look at them sitting together. Seraphina’s blonde hair falls in waves past her shoulders. Her face is delicate—heart-shaped with high cheekbones and full lips that were wrapped around my fingers hours ago. And those eyes. Hazel. More gold than green in this light. They’re locked on me right now with an intensity that makes my cock throb.