Sephiroth Novels & Stories

Sephora smiled when she turned upon the silent table of Lords and Ladies, intently staring into each of their faces. All the Lords appeared to have their mates sat next to them, all except one. The said Lord was wearing a pitch black suit, his broad shoulders telling Sephora that he too was a warrior with centuries of experience. He was a male of unnaturally good looks, with a defined chin and full mouth, his skin gorgeously tan. His eyes were the most captivating of his features though. Pure grey eyes glistened with a predator's stare, as they met with her's, contrasting with his jet black hair that fell slightly over his face to brush his dark eyebrows. He was terrifying. Sephora wondered w

My eyes snapped open. Standing a few feet away from me, surrounded by swirling shadows, was him. Zerathos. My breath hitched. He was taller than I remember from the rebel camp, his body was draped in layers of black and deep red robes that seemed to shift like living smoke. His skin was obsidian black, his eyes were like endless pits of molten gold. Dark energy radiated from him, pulsing in waves that made the air feel heavier and made my skin crawl. He looked different. I wouldn't be surprised if he had wings on his back.

Chapter 000 To get a superpower, I joined the survival game. But a small system glitch changed my mission in the Soul Trial from the universal “Survival” to… “Slay Sitri”. Sitri is the great prince of hell who reigns over sixty legions of demons. And his specialty? He creates love between two souls from thin air. When I first met that devil, he smirked with those fox eyes, taking pride in holding the hearts of all mortals in his hand.

From the indigo-black silk wrapping the sarcophagus, a figure manifested. He did not walk; he Unspooled. He was a being of Silver-Grey Static and Liquid Despair, his face a shifting blur of every "Prophet" who had ever lied in the name of the goddess. He held a Sickle of Drowned Starlight, its blade etched with the extraction-rates of every cycle since the First Day. It was the Lord of the Shroud, the High Council’s final butcher.

Sora growled. Sora pressed Aidan’s arm against the wall until his sibling’s bone snapped with a sickening *crack*. His silver eyes glowed with an ice-cold hatred, ready to tear apart anything that had ever tried to control his life. Vardan stood behind him, staring at his hybrid’s back with a mixture of pride and horror. Their bond was now permanent, sealed with blood, pain, and a transformation that could never be reversed. The great war had just begun, and Sora was the storm that would destroy everything.

Arkcadis : Do you smell that, Of course you why I bother asking we share the same body anyway. DaQuan : you are becoming a problem Arkcadis : (Sinister Laugh) with out me you wouldn't even be a live. Arkcadis noticed a distinct presence and warns DaQuan to hide..Shinjuku and Seisaju appear from the portal. Arkcadis : This can't be...I thought I Aliterated him. DaQuan : You'll talking about the guy that's standing next to Shinjuku. Arkcadis : Yes kid he's no joke he was the one that's sealed me in the tomb..if I can recall his name is Seisaju he's one of the forth Strongest Kiyosaku.

Sean not minding the bombshell he threw at his friend stood and grabbed another bottle from his minibar. He returned to find Jason in conflict and laughed mythically. "Oh, you never thought of that?." "I don't care!" Jason adjusted his position. "I love Sophia and if it weren't for me she wouldn't be in that situation at all so if she's unfruitful so am I" he huffed a breath. His friend was beginning to get on his nerves with his pessimism, it was so unlike Sean. Sean never let circumstances define him, he stood firm amidst toils and turmoil, it was from him Jason learned to fight for what he felt was right.

She was just hoping at the back of his mind that her parents would not kill her lover for good before she could marry him. Selaphiel the Fallen opened her right palm. On cue, a black swirl emitted from it and an ax immerged. Stained with the disparity of the Nether World, its once regal form in line with nature had become dark – screaming with an intent to kill to those that crossed path with its blade.

She warned me. I looked over for a place I could sit but to my luck there was none. Everyone had already been seated and I was the only one left. The teacher found my discomfort and spoke up..."Aiden can you please share your seat" the teacher said. I looked over to see who it was and as soon as my eyes landed on him I was knocked out of breath. He was absolutely perfect his Short coal black hair fell gracefully over his forehead, his sharp jaw and full lips complimenting more to his handsomeness. His orbs as blue as ocean as if i would drown any seconds watching them. His tanned body with perfectly sculptured abs and his shirt clinging to his body as a second skin. He was the defination of

I felt my shoulder and frowned as the memory of that stinging sensation as it flooded my mind. "What do you remember?" The Alpha demanded to know. "I was running and then I met someone and someone or something stabbed my shoulder. " I gasped remembering it all so clearly now. The Alpha nodded a flicker of anger crossed his face as he turned to the window obviously not wanting to recall it. "A rogue. A strange one we think was a spy of some sort. " He said. "A spy but why?" He turned back to face me and shook his head. He sat on the edge of the bed taking my hands into his.