Serafines Y Querubines Novels & Stories

The clearing pulsed with dark light. Red lines spread across the ground in jagged shapes, glowing like veins. The air buzzed with the hum of Seraphine’s magic, thick and sharp, choking every breath. At the center of it all, Seraphine stood with Isla clutched tight in her arms. Her cloak swirled around her like living smoke, her eyes glowing red as fire. Her voice rose in a chant, the words sharp and harsh, twisting the air. The red glow beneath her feet grew brighter, reaching for the child in her arms.

She was burning—with desire, with curiosity, with need. "Show me," Luna breathed, unable to deny it. Seraphine's smile was both triumphant and tender. She led Luna deeper into the fire, where a stone altar stood, warm and waiting. With a gentle but commanding hand, she guided Luna to lie back on the stone, her hair fanning like dark silk. Seraphine stood above her, gaze devouring every inch of Luna's body. Then she knelt, her hands tracing Luna's thighs, parting them with reverence.

"The kind you'd never dare look in the eye." Miriam gave her a shove, scandalized. "Stop saying such things! You'll curse us all." But the damage was done. The image hung there, vivid, forbidden, and Seraphine hated that she could see it so clearly in her mind—a man cloaked not in rags or robes, but in something heavier. A presence that didn't beg for mercy, but demanded silence. That night, after Compline, the sisters retired to their dormitory. The long chamber was filled with rows of narrow beds, each draped with thin linen sheets. The room buzzed softly with whispered voices, though silence was expected.

The scarlet robes tore away to reveal a monstrosity of biblical proportions. It was an Abyssal Seraph. It had no face, only a halo of blinding, anti-light. Six massive wings made of jagged dark matter and rusted bone unfurled from its back, scraping against the vaulted ceiling. “REPENT.” The Seraph’s voice shattered the marble statues lining the walls. "I don't do confessions," Killian roared. The Alpha King launched himself into the air, his form exploding into the thirteen-foot Shadow Lycan. He didn't just jump; he manipulated the gravity of his own shadows, rocketing upward to meet the Seraph in the air.

Now Arzal was speechless, at her angry comeback. "Because obsession and love have different paths," Seraphina uttered, gaining everyone's attention towards her. "Obsession and love might have the same destination but they follow different ways to reach that destination, Neva," Arzal was wordlessly staring at Seraphina, as she stated. "Love believes in giving and sharing but obsession believes in taking and snatching only," Those words were coming out from her heart as Seraphina had lived on that fine line between obsession and love.

Eros said. “Seraphina?” He asked. “She’s here. I saw..” Eros paused, trying to control his breathing. He looked like he was going insane right now, but the truth was that he’s truly going insane. “She’s here, Azriel. Seraphina is here in the Great populace just like you said.” Eros completed his words. “I saw her.. I didn't entirely see her face, but it was the same scent. she was with a werewolf, an injured werewolf. Now, I can’t find both of them.”

Tears of emotion rolled down Nara's cheeks as she said with a trembling voice: "I am yours, Serafín, and you are mine." Seraphím clasped her tightly in his arms, melting into a passionate kiss that sealed their eternal love. The magical energy surrounding them was so powerful that they could feel their souls merging into one. As they embraced, onlookers could observe how Seraphím's Archon, now much larger than before, extended his majestic wings. Gently, he enveloped Nara with them, and gradually, she began to take on the same colours as him. Her white hair shone with divine light, and her eyes radiated a depth of knowledge and love that transcended the earthly realm.

Serafina’s POV: [In Her Car | Lumiere Fashion Studio | Morning] "Was this a blessing or a curse?" I asked myself. Silence, filled with distant car noises, was my response. I let out a groan, my gaze fixed on the car’s roof. All I saw was Aleskander — aka, the Sin Of Pride. Less than twelve hours ago, I wanted to meet Pride. To somehow get his help and burn Roderick and Vittoria.

Aeron chuckled dragging up a nearby chair and sitting on it backward, we cant! Thanis growled she didn't desert the host she was drafted and ascended into the Seraphim Guard, she's the Seraphim of Mercy now and she's mated too, are you serious? dude thats huge! Ezera cried who is she mated to? The Seraphim of Justice he answered she even has his mark on her neck and their wings even match his are silver and hers is gold you should have seen her today she looked so badass she took down all of the King of hells army total cleansing

The inhabitants of hell are; Seraphim (singular "Seraph") are, literally translated, "burning ones". The word seraph is normally a synonym for serpents when used in the Hebrew Bible. Cherubim have four faces: one of a man, an ox, a lion, and an eagle (later adopted as the symbols of the four evangelists). They have four conjoined wings covered with eyes (although Revelation 4:8 appears to describe them with six wings like the seraphim), a lion's body, and the feet of oxen. Cherubim guard the way to the tree of life in the Garden of Eden (Genesis 3:24)and the throne of God (Ezekiel 28:14–16).