Seraphim Angel Tattoo Novels & Stories

There are even some paintings depicting angels fighting demons. "Here we are," Esme nods ahead. "The wings are where we start, and then we move from there." My eyes widen at the view of Azrael sleeping on the floor in his angelic form. He is wearing a hauberk, but it's covered in dried blood, which hints about Azrael recently having been in a fight. His blonde hair is messy, covering his face as he lightly breathes without a care in the world. It is rather funny how puny the women look next to him. The angel is dwarfing everything around him, which makes me wonder why he hasn't taken his human form? Doesn't he trust these people enough to let his guard down?

The original peace treaty still lay in the position it had millenniums beforehand, untouched by visitors. Dusty pages flipped silently. Words flew threw his mind at inhuman speed. He had been reading about the unwritten rule of pureblood angels. These angels were to only be royalty, however it came with a deadly price. Many of these newborns were ticking time bombs of anguish and destruction, having the power to level entire cities. Some never made it past infancy. This caused a very large shortage in heirs to the throne, with only one child surviving every millennium.

A black silhouette that stood in stark contrast to the six white wings enveloping her body. The Goddess of Death—Seraphim. “You were supposed to come see me,” she continued.

That claw tattoo on his chest peeked out from the open collar. He's my Alpha...My everything. I smiled softly, waiting for him to look my way. Then he extended his hand. And a tall woman with sleek black hair and icy blue eyes took it, stepping up beside him as if she belonged there. She wore a blood-red gown that hugged every curve. She is the one whom they called 'Seraphina Voss'. I knew her face from the pack photos. She's the daughter of an allied mafia family. She's very beautiful in that cold, sharp way that made men nuts.

Lysander shouted as a brilliant, blinding wave of celestial energy exploded from the altar. ​The sphere of light didn't stay inside the pendant. It traveled up the silver-white chain, sinking directly into the hollow of Seraphina’s throat. ​Seraphina gasped, her eyes flying wide as her knees hit the hard white stone floor. She didn't scream, but her chest heaved violently as a fraction of the celestial power flooded her veins, rewriting the silence in her blood. The silver crescent mark on her left wrist and the raven's wing on her right wrist flared to life simultaneously, burning with such intensity that the dark marks seemed to bleed pure light across her skin.

I was still in pyjamas sitting cross-legged on the bed, when Seraphiel and Aldric stripped off their shirts. It wasn’t planned. The room had grown warm, and they both moved like they needed to do something with their hands, or their bodies. Seraphiel yanked his black t-shirt over his head first, revealing the lean, sculpted lines of his torso. His skin was golden under the lamplight, muscles shifting smoothly as he tossed the shirt aside. He was all sharp definition and restless energy, broad shoulders tapering to a narrow waist, faint scars from who-knows-what marking his ribs like badges. Shirtless, he looked even more dangerous, like a storm barely contained in human skin.

The clouds above were steady now. The moon bright. He felt her. Stronger than before. But also— Weaker. “Stop,” he whispered softly, though he didn’t know why. In the world between, Seraphine finally dropped her hands. The scar had reduced to its original size. Not gone. But smaller. Quieter. She swayed slightly on her feet. The silver light under her skin dimmed faintly. The black mark on her shoulder spread a little wider. The ancient being spoke again.

With this weapon, I could become the master of the universe and make both demons and humans bow to me. To activate the powers of the Seraph Knife, I must mate with an angel or a supernatural being of high rank. At the peak of our mating, I have to call out the name of an angel loudly and stab the woman in the heart. I found out a long time ago that the most obvious angel was the werewolf Moon Goddess, so I was looking for a ranking werewolf female to mate with, one with a white wolf at best. But those were so rare; I’ve searched almost my whole life for them.

He can directly draw power from hell; he is said to be Lucifer's first born, and his demon is said to be Calcifer, or the fire of hell. Seraphina was deep in thought when Emmerich put his hand on her shoulder and said, "Believe me when I say that you are not to be blamed for their death. I'm not sure what you saw, what they told you, or why you left without even giving me a glance. But I'm not going to let you punish yourself in this way anymore." He said, and she looked at him, perplexed.

Amy looked at me and told, "Sam will be your guide and mentor till you become the full angel and get used to Angelina." Amy really has the commanding position in Angelina and she is really a wise princess.I can say that. However, what does she meant by "full angel"? I had a confused expression on my face. Amy sensed my confusion and replied: "When any human dies, god evaluates the person's sins and then send angels or demons to take the person. If the person is sinner then the demon take them in Demonalia Den and the person's soul becomes Demon by going through few tests and if the person is pure heart angel bring their soul to Angelina and the soul has to go through some test in order to be