Serafall Leviathan Novels & Stories

,Xavier said sarcastically. "The ruler of the underworld, Hades",Serena ignored Xavier and continued. "He gave her a second life. And now she has grown stronger. The only way I can defeat her is with the sword of death. You have to take us to the cave of Tamarin so I can retrieve the weapon and use it to end the war". Sozai sighed deeply. His handsome face looked sad and he looked towards Serena helplessly, his blue eyes pleading. "I'm going to lose you again, aren't I?".

I breathed. His voice changed slightly. “You’re looking at us both now, Saria.” And I knew that was the hint of Jonas. He’s already joined their souls and freed the one he trapped. Now, it was left to me to let Reeva rise. Once I’ve learned how. “I love you Saria, as I breathe, I will love you until I die. And likely long after that. Until I’m born again. And then I will look for you…” THE END

Magnetic like his sea-green eyes and inevitable like the shuddering I get when he touches my skin. I'm falling for Eren. (๑'• ₃ •̀๑)

Three massive figures stepped out. They were ten feet tall, clad in golden armor that shone like the sun. They wielded massive hammers and shields. They didn't look like monsters. They looked like angels. BOSS DETECTED: THE SERAPHIM. LEVEL: 99. TYPE: ANTI-VIRUS PROTOCOL. "They're hunting the glitches," Jax said, gripping his data-sword. "They delete anything that doesn't follow the script. They've already deleted the Merchant's Guild."

I gasped, a warmth spreading down my front, red and thick. Jaden's scream tore the sky. "NO! ISAIAH!" I collapsed into him, his arms catching me before I hit the ground. Leviathan looked... startled. And then furious. Hailey—Hailey’s roar cut through the battlefield like a divine siren. She appeared in a storm of light, her eyes glowing white. The moment Leviathan saw her, something in him faltered. "Retreat!" he snarled. Coward.

With his arms now free, the young man directs his hands to the third beauty still 'sleeping' at his chest, more precisely to her buttocks, grabbing each of her buttcheeks and squishing the supple meat in his hands. "Hmmmm…" Letting a throaty moan, the third beauty opens her eyes and looks up to the young man's face. Her deep purple eyes, that were slowly changing to pink color, expressed just one feeling at that moment, hunger. And not the one for food. Those eyes, combined with her long black hair that was arranged in twin tails, and the bountiful E-cup breasts pressed against the young man's chest, gave her a very devilish beauty. Her name, Serafall Sitri Leviathan, the only female member

“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.”

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

Columns of dark energy shot out, seeking to protect their master. "Seraphina, we need to intensify our song!" I shouted, my voice filled with urgency. With a nod, she closed her eyes, and a surge of energy flowed through her. Our harmonized song became a powerful symphony, its resonance spreading far and wide. The Leviathan, unable to resist any longer, began to retreat, its form slowly being sealed away in the very chains that once bound it. The battle at the outpost raged on. Altair, with a swift move, managed to land a blow on the dark figure, causing it to falter. Seizing the opportunity, the Meranthian warriors unleashed a barrage of attacks, driving him back.

Seraphine skidded back on ice. “How do we fight this?” Cassian shouted over the gale. Seraphine pushed to her feet. “Lightning.” She raised both hands. Sparks crawled along her arms—bright, dangerous. She thrust forward. Lightning cracked. It struck the heart of the vortex—destabilizing it. The wind screamed, scattered, reformed weaker. Again. Seraphine hit it again. The vortex collapsed—dissipating into harmless gusts. Silence. Then cheering.