Seraphim Angel Tattoo Novels & Stories

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

No sound within would travel outside. Teddy did not waste time. He went straight to the point. "I know you all know that Summer has another spirit which bears wings. Her name is Seraphim. An angel. Not just any other, but the highest in the hierarchy of angels. She was brought to us to help fight Lucifer. Who has taken over the body of Harold Hades." Gasps fills the whole room. However, he drops yet another bombshell.

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."

“Oh.” Hope looked at her. “What?” Seraphina slowly stepped backward. “This shouldn’t exist.” Kieran looked at the baby. “What is it?” Seraphina shook her head. “Not what.” She corrected herself. “Who.” Hope frowned. “You know him?” “No.” Seraphina swallowed. “But I know what he represents.” She pointed toward the baby’s chest. A tiny symbol appeared. It looked like a circle surrounded by four points. Hope recognized it immediately. “The Fourth Choice.”

I scoffed, "Who am I to be mad at you for such a silly reason? We just met a few days ago, we're not even friends." "Don't say that, Angel," he said, softly, lifting my face with the tip of his index finger and his thumb. "Yes, you're not a friend to me, you are so much more. Eversince, the day you came into my life, you changed it, Cherry. What was a dark, gloomy day, you turned it into a bright sunny one. You are the echo to my silence. You are happiness to my sadness. You are the light to my darkness, Angel. And I'd be damned to see a tear in these God damn beautiful eyes because of me," he softly wiped the small trace of tear at the corner of my left eye with the tip of his thumb. "I'm s

Angel hid her face in the pillow and groaned. "Let me see" I said and made my way to the bathroom. I stood in front of the mirror and stared at the mark that Angel has made. I smiled at the dark little spot on my skin. I liked the feeling of having her mark on me and I really wished that I could do the same with her. What the hell is happening to me? I walked back to the living room and saw Angel's face bright red as my friends annoyed her. "Guys, stop" I said while chuckling and sat next to Angel. "Thank you" she mumbled whole glaring at Daniel. I watched as she finished her third can of beer.

I squint against the glare. The leader descends from the sky. An Angel. His wings are folded behind him—massive, snowy white, every feather looking as soft as a cloud. He has a face of absolute perfection. A straight nose, full lips, lines carved by God himself. Skin like pearls under moonlight. Eyes that glow with a faint, holy light. Silver-white hair flows down to his ankles. Cherubim. One of the Upper Three Orders of Angels. I know my mythology. Seraphim, Cherubim, Thrones. Cherubim are known for having "many eyes" and the ability to gaze directly at the light of God. They accept the light without emotion, purely and openly.

They didn't go far, probably confident I'd never find out. I followed Kaelen to a dark corner of the estate. A woman with flaming red curls was wrapped around him. She wore a leather skirt that barely covered anything, showing off her curvy figure. I heard Kaelen call her Seraphina. The tattoo—S.E.R.—flashed in my mind, a fresh stab of pain. Seraphina clung to Kaelen, tracing circles on his chest. "Alpha, what took you so long? I was freezing out here waiting for you," she cooed, her voice dripping with smug satisfaction.

[Kael's POV] I lay her down on the altar stone and for a moment I just look at her, really look, taking in the way the violet light catches on the fresh marks I carved into her skin, how they glow faintly like embers under the surface, matching the ones burning across my own chest and abdomen. Seraphine’s eyes are wide but steady now, no more pretending this is only the temple’s will forcing her hand. She reaches up and traces the spiral over my heart with one fingertip, careful around the thin lines of blood that have already started to dry, and the simple touch sends a jolt through me stronger than anything her body has done so far.

“Or maybe because you attacked it.’ “Probably.’ Seraphim muttered with his shoulder-length hair flowing with the wind. “By the way, Zephyr, tell me. How did the fight end? Don’t mind me fainting before the fight even got started?’ “It was because of that black star and moon birthmark on the left side of your neck,’ Zephyr pointed out. “The monster seemed to recognize that thing on your neck. That’s why it never attacked you and knocked me out instead.’ Seraphim smiled and touched the birthmark on his neck. “This birthmark seems to protect me from evil. It has always protected me from a lot of things which I, myself, I’m unaware of. All thanks to my mother, I guess.’ Zephyr looked at his feet