Novel & Cerita Owari No Seraph Pink Hair

After several attempts, the vampire was satisfied with the dewy blushing beauty look she had managed to achieve. A knock sounded at her door, drawing Esper's attention from the mess of makeup on her vanity. She strolled over to the door and was greeted by a handsomely dressed Seraph. He was wearing black leather trousers, a white undershirt, a black vest tunic with silver accents, and his raven black hair pulled into his signature low ponytail with a couple stray strands hanging around his face. Seraph's breath was taken away when he laid eyes on the silver-haired beauty. He kneeled down and bowed before her on one knee. "Lady Esper, thank you for allowing me the pleasure of stealing you awa

“I'm coming, okay? I'll be there in five.” She's here in four minutes on her bike. Seraphina is a vision of beauty. With long flaming red hair, stunning blue eyes, a killer figure, and flawless ivory skin, she reminds me of a goddess. Even after ten years, I'm still in awe. She's dressed in black leather, and she doesn't take off her helmet. "Do we need to pick up some beer?" She asks as she tosses her spare helmet at me. It's pink, has cat ears and sparkly stickers.

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.

She was breathtaking. Hair as black as midnight, fair skin with a faint golden tone, deep forest-green eyes, and naturally red lips. She wore a black cloak embroidered with silver threads that resembled stars. Lucian went still. His eyes locked onto her as if time itself had stopped. Isolde noticed immediately and smiled in satisfaction. "Lucian, allow me to introduce Seraphine de Sárkány. My great-niece. She is one of the most promising witches of the new generation. And, it seems..." Isolde glanced at the young man with amusement, "also the reason I came here tonight."

As I got closer, I could see the others more clearly—council members I’d known my whole life, and strangers wearing the deep blue and silver that marked them as Frostfang. And there, standing beside the cold and feared Alpha of Frostfang, dressed in delicate white embroidery stood a tall and lean figure. Seraphina. She was beautiful—breathtakingly, undeniably beautiful. She had been born with fierce red hair, a rare trait that marked her as a strong warrior. Deep blue eyes and full lips that were enough to stir any man. But looking at her stirred nothing in me except a vague sense of dread.

The moment the door to his private room opened and Sorahiko stumbled in…Aronohai Miyamura’s life changed. An ordinary, plain male omega with pheromones like a cool breeze on a hot day, a potty mouth, and eyes like a burning star— Only a fool would lose the chance to trap such a person. And Miyamura likes to believe that he’s not foolish. ‘What’s your name, Pinky?’. ‘Lilac looks like pink so it definitely is pink’.

a male voice barked, followed by a woman’s amused chuckle. I turned. Behind me stood Seraphine, Kael, and Fenris in his wolf form. Seraphine was a striking woman, her fiery hair cascading over her shoulders, framing delicate and symmetrical features. To her right stood Kael, unchanged, tall, imposing. His short brown hair framed a stern, determined face, and his piercing blue eyes seemed to search through everything. Fenris, beside Seraphine, flaunted his vivid red fur with a chunk of meat, my meat, hanging between his fangs.

I stood firm on my word. "Tell me something Aria." Seraphina said and rose to her feet once again. "Do you want to see your pack bleeding? Do you want them to fall under my command?" "Even if you go against Blood Moon Pack, you will loose. We have dragons and they will flush out your army before you even start the war." I boasted. Seraphina burst into laughter and then reached into her black gown and pulled out a string of black hair in her hand. "Do you know whose hair this belongs to?" She asked, raising one eye brow out me.

Chapter Sixty-Four ~Ariee~ Inhale. Exhale. I got ready to knock when the door opened on it's own. Lady Seraphina stood before and I staggered back in shock, taking in her appearance. Her hair… was blue! I pinched myself, refusing to believe my eyes for a second but all I felt was pain and the hair was still the same. Straightened. Light blue. And pretty much the same colour as her dress.

"Mam, you're so looking so beautiful," Seraphina trailed her eyes towards the full-length mirror. Her petite body was wrapped in a beautiful flowing blood red gown, which was strapless. Her face was covered with a thin layer of makeup. Her dark long lashes were curled up and looking more big. Her lips were painted in a matching blood red lipstick. Her hair was tied up in a high beautiful bun. The dark makeup over her eyes was complimenting her light eyes, beautifully, but Seraphina had no interest to wander her own beauty. "Indeed this colour is complimenting your beauty so well," The girl said, fascinated with Seraphina's alluringness, until her eyes travelled towards the door.