Serafines Y Querubines Novels & Stories

Confident. “Yes.” She smiled slightly. “I’ve heard a great deal about you.” “That makes two of us.” Her gaze flicked briefly to my companions. “Tarek. Mira. Corvin. Lysa.” Tarek’s eyebrow lifted. “You know our names?” Seraphine shrugged. “Information is power.” Fair enough. “And you are Seraphine,” I said. “The same.” Her wolves remained silent behind her, but I could feel their attention measuring every movement.

I summoned it from the central field: a pillar of pure Moonbane light, arcing skyward like a goddess's spear. It pierced the clouds, visible for miles, a challenge and a lure. The enemy faltered, chants hitching. And there she was, Seraphine, emerging from the rear lines on a steed of writhing shadows, her black robes billowing like wings, eyes blood-moon red. At last, her mind-voice purred, laced with triumph. The Tear senses its true mistress. She raised a hand, and the horde parted, shamans amplifying her call.

The souls of these people are pure, and their auras sparkle with silver. Most bearers of Selene's gift live in their mountaintop cities. This is possible thanks to their unique Power - when a seraphim is faced with a life-threatening situation, its energy can take on a physical form in the form of wings. Unlike our Power, which cannot be seen and is impermanent, the Seraphim's Power takes on a physical form and remains so forever. At the same time, their magical abilities decrease, so many seraphim own weapons, compensating for what they have lost.

In recognition. His glowing body curved around hers in the sky, gold around gold, phantom light around phantom light. Seraphina’s usual pride softened into awe so deep I felt it in my own chest. She moved closer, almost reverent now, and pressed her forehead to his. Aurelion lowered his head until their crowns touched, and the light between them flared, warm and sacred, bathing the rooftop in gold.

Haneul greeted. The Seraph only blinked. He seemed to have just awoken from a deep sleep. Being the highest order of angels, Seraphs didn't usually come down from the First Sphere. They did all their work there, closest to the Creator. Their transparent wings burning red-orange against the vast space of the Macroverse. Sometimes, they don't even bother taking a human form.

“I’ve known you since before your first breath, child of light and shadow.” A shiver ran down Elena’s spine. “I don’t understand.” “You will,” Seraphine said, stepping closer, her bare feet untouched by the debris. She reached out a hand and pressed two fingers against Elena’s forehead. The touch was cold—too cold. Images flooded her mind. A wolf with eyes of gold and silver intertwined. Twin lights—one burning, one healing. A mark splitting the sky in two. Then—her own face, crowned with light, standing between two Alpha wolves drenched in blood.

Kiyan’s shock was written on his face as he started searching his contacts for someone we could call to smuggle Valora out of my room before something crazier happens. In the blink of an eye, Seraphine was walking towards her. “Kiyan? What’s Sera doing?” Kiyan turned, and his face spelt horror. “Sera? What are you doing? Don't—” Before he could finish his sentence, Seraphine touched Valora, and she immediately started chanting the exact words Valora had been chanting for almost an hour. Kiyan and I looked at each other, and by the time we looked back, Seraphine was suspended mid-air, her eyes white as snow, her icy blue hair flowing just like Valora’s.

He took a step towards his mate, but she shied away. "I don't know that. You lied to me about who are. I don't even know what name to call you. How do I know everything else wasn't a lie?" Esper met Seraph's gaze at last. Tears rimmed her eyes, threatening to stream down her face. "You can call me anything you want. Seraph and Gabriel are one and the same. They are both me. I may not have been honest about my origin, but I promise my feelings for you are true." Seraph yearned to reach out and touch her. He could feel Esper slipping away, but if he could just hold her, maybe she would feel what was in his soul.

A pulse of warmth in my chest that doesn’t belong to me — but belongs to someone else. Him. The alpha with eyes like a storm ready to devour the sky. Lucien. Why do I even remember his name like a brand burned into my thoughts? --- Seraphine’s melodious voice calls from behind me. “Sister, come look! The musicians brought crystal flutes. They say they shine brighter when played under the full moon!” She hurries close, slipping her arm into mine. Seraphine — the darling princess. The fragile bird everyone believes needs constant protection. Gentle smile, soft voice… sweet poison.

Azrael has really gone through a lot of missions and been successful. Seraphine can't look directly as she treats Azrael. She's not intimidated in the presence of others but Azrael is on different level. She could hardly sew Azrael's wound properly and Azrael noticed this “Seraphine what are you doing. Hurry up so what can they do to Akira we need to hurry” Azrael said with mixed annoyance Seraphine realized and quickly sewed up Azrael's wound after which Azrael put on his black suit with Kevlar.