Seraphim Angel Tattoo Novels & Stories

That the world had tried to prevent from existing. And I was beautiful. I was terrible. I was free. "Sera." I turned to my best friend, my anchor, the girl who'd chosen to stand in the dark with me. Seraphina stood at the apex of the ritual circle. She looked like a weapon forged from starlight and prayer. Skin glowing with incandescent purity. Angelic wings fully unfurled, each feather shedding sparks of white-hot mana that hissed against damp stone. Beautiful. Terrified. Loyal.

"Happy birthday, my Sephi," Seraphina's heart fluttered. Her eyes slightly enlarged in happiness. She looked at the clock and it was exactly 12 in the morning and like always, he had wished her first. "May you get blessed with all the love, happiness and a long life, my angel. Many many returns of the day," Seraphina smiled and replied. "Thank you so much, Nate," For giving them their privacy, Arzal decided to leave. He turned around but Seraphina held his palm.

A black crest stitched with a silver flame. I knew that symbol. I’d seen it once, years ago. On a pendant my mother wore. The emissary in the middle stepped forward and removed her hood. She was tall. Ageless. Eyes like embers, watching me with unsettling clarity. “Seraphina,” she said. “Daughter of fire and blood. You don’t know me. But I know exactly what you are.” I stepped forward before Kieran could block me. “And who are you?” She smiled, slow and dangerous.

She couldn’t quite get her hair to sit to cover the Dhampir markings that sat in the center of her décolletage, also the same silver colour of her birthmark. All Dhampir’s were born with the 4 elemental markings somewhere on their body only, Seraphina had a fifth symbol nestled in the middle of the diamond shape markings. When she was 11, her childish curiosity had her ask her Master why she had the birth mark and the extra symbol with her Dhampir markings, she was stripped and beaten and left in the courtyard for 3 days and nights for thinking her ‘disfiguration’ made her special. She never dared ask anyone else again. Seraphina sighed as she recalled the memory and wiped a lone tear from h

“How about an angel?” He nods. “It would have to be a very old Archangel or Seraphim. Archangels only reign in heaven, which would be hard for humans to enter unless they’re dead. And the only powerful Seraphim still currently living on earth is Mathias. Lukan would have been a candidate, but he’s also dead, and he was mated to a Cherubin. It can’t be Mathias for the obvious reason that he’s living freely and is mated to a young seraph. Plus, it would also have to be two unlikely pairings. There are none alive with that kind of power who are paired.” I contemplate the options but draw a blank. “Damn, I guess that brings us back to square one.”

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.

He paused the video and zoomed in on each of his members wrists. There lay a tattoo of a snake eating its own tail. He took the video back and zoomed it on the other group's wrist. Iris eyes widened, her expression immediately turned grim. Her mind slowly getting a hang of what was happening. "You see, Iris I didn't kill your family." He flipped the slick laptop close and tossed it on the bed. "All of them are going to pay." She gritted her teeth her eyes staring ahead of her with determination. Cassian gave out a dark bone chilling chuckle. Iris recoiled.

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.

Angel whispered. “B-below the neckline. Where my shirt hides it.” The bastard grinned. Feral. He felt it stretch against his skin. Then—bite. Right below his collarbone. “Ahhh—are you a fucking dog?!” Angel yelped. “So this spot's okay?” the silver-eyed demon teased, voice all velvet and venom. “Y-yes,” he whispered while squirming. “P-please…” he begged again, “...just… be gentle.” The psycho laughed—low and sexy.

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).