Sephiroth Novels & Stories

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

"Speak...NOW!" He slumps his shoulders in defeat as I let my aura slip just enough to show him that I could order him to answer me if I wanted to. "Fine, my name is Sebastian Alcove. I am a...dragon...shifter. My thrall used to be the Blood Scales Thrall. My thrall was destroyed. As far as I know, I am the only survivor for over 200 years. As you can see, I have been unsuccessful. Anything else you want to know?"

“The man you’re after is an assassin just like yourself who used to go by the codename Sathariel.” “Sathaerial?” “Named after the Angel of Deception; the 17th fallen angel of the Grigori. In all my years overseeing The Tournament, I’ve never met an assassin like him. He’s cold, calculating, and focused in a manner I’ve never seen. Exceptionally manipulative and his kill method was always changing. His claim to fame was studying the methods of other assassins and being able to mimic them, so his crimes would be traced back to them and not him. Textbook Machiavellianism.”

I clenched my eyes shut, not opening them until I had willed the beast away. Suddenly, I heard Theo snap her fingers together. "You still with me?" My gaze shot up to hers. The warm brown was as comforting as the Ilios soil. "I am. Tell me, what contact do you have on Zeus 9?" I asked, maintaining her gaze to distract my wandering eyes from any bit of naked flesh visible from her robe. "A guy called the Pantomath," Theo answered. "Ever heard of him?" "Unfortunately." A warlock who sold his soul to a demon for the ability to remember everything he's ever been told. A man who claims to know everything. "Why would you be in contact with him?"

A dark vortex erupted beneath his legs, its edges churning with an otherworldly force. From the heart of the vortex, a voice boomed, echoing through eternity. "Nevera, you have summoned me again." A colossal figure emerged, its presence shattering the fabric of reality. The being's body was crafted from shadow and flame, its eyes burning with an ancient, forgotten power of Xarath. It's dark energy filling the room. Timeless who had curled up, uncurled itself and went to stay on top of Hiro's head, not saying a word and just like its owner, she was waiting, watching.

Just when I thought I was winning, Xavier pushed me back harder till I landed on the ground heating my head. Nyx winced in pain blood sizzling down. *You think you are strong huh?” His voice was loud in my head. I growled as his claws scratched my fur. Nyx snared in pain trying to fight back but his grip was tight. “You are no Enigma… Once an Omega always an Omega, don’t you ever forget that.” His canines sunk into my throat, Nyx howling in pain as everything started fading. "Sage..." I whispered as though I could feel him but couldn’t tell.

“What do you mean? Who is watching?” “Agatha,” her mother interjected, her expression turning grave. “The High Priestess Agatha. She has been alive for over a thousand years, fueled by dark magic and a thirst for power. She senses your potential and will come for you. You must be cautious.” “But I want to fight back!” Aqua exclaimed, desperation threading through her words. “I don’t want to hide anymore. I need to know how to harness my powers.”