Seraphim Angel Tattoo Novels & Stories

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.

“You think so?’ she beamed with excitement. “Yes, I do.’ Jeremy agreed with a giggle. Seraphina nodded. “Where is Seraphim?’ “He is on the balcony at the palace.’ Jeremy replied. “Ok.’ She ran towards the staircase in the palace. “Be careful and don’t fall down.’ Jeremy yelled after her. Seraphina ran over to the balcony and saw Griffith and Clyde having a conversation between themselves as Seraphim approached Griffith. Was Clyde’s and Griffith’s real name Seraphim and Zephyr? Seraphim smiled warmly. “You are certainly on edge, Zephyr.’ “Seraphim.’ Zephyr exclaimed with a bright smile. “You seem quite able, though you were beaten much more soundly than I. I swear you are a tough one, Zephyr.

He assured her. Seraphina Trevils was a powerful witch who had always helped Jake when hunting vampires. Emily suddenly started crying, overwhelmed by the series of events that had been happening. Blowing out a sharp breath, Jake inched closer to her and held her in his arms. "Everything is going to be okay." He said, as he patted her back. "I want us to name her Angel." She said in between sobs. "Angel it is then. Our little Angel." … Jake visited Seraphina Trevils the following morning to ask her to prepare a charm for Angel, as he had promised his wife.

Griffin then says, “Your Highness. We can save her. Pull out the knife when I tell you to.” Isabella and Griffin place one of their hands on Seraphina’s forehead and the other one next to the silver knife that is still embedded in her chest, while Savannah places her hands on Nathaniel’s shoulders. Griffin then opens his wings, spreading them out as Memphis lets his angel power flow through him as his eyes and wings start to glow. He rumbles to Nathaniel. “Now, take out the knife…”

He closed his eyes hearing her moaning his name, he left her neck, placed a soft kiss on her cheek. He moved back still holding her in his arms, he saw the mark he left on her, he traced his finger on dark red color circle, the devil inside him screamed in happiness, finally, he marked his Angel has his, he slowly whispered in her ears. “Mine, you are mine, my little dove”

He thought he heard the sound of the door opened and closed again but paid no heed to it as he took another sip of his drink with his eyes closed. Then perfume scents wafted in the air around him and he felt a feminine hand tug gently on his arm and made him lie on her soft chest. He tried to look up to see who she was but he couldn't make out her face as the room was darkened, his blurred sight not helping and she started murmuring light words of comfort as she loosened the buttons on his shirt. Too tired to care who the lady was and what she was doing, he resigned himself to his fate, imaging the woman to be His Angel but with a small thought at the back of his mind that her scent was not

"What could that be? Amelia asked shivering. "The question is who could that be " Eric replied quiet unmoved by the gun shots. "It could be Derek, Samantos, Anna or anybody ". He took the fork and knife. He held the full chicken on one of the trays with the fork and cut it with the knife. He picked it with the knife into his mouth savoring every taste. "God please forgive me, holy Mart take control. Angel Micheal, son of God. I mean Angel Gabriel, the son of God, oh my fucking God, someone should just take control ". She was breathing heavily as she said the prayers.

Numb the pain. I wanted something now, not to numb the pain though, but to wipe what I'd seen from my head. How could I lock away what he'd shown me? There wasn't a trinket box big enough to hold that horror. Behold the Seraphim , he'd said. Born of fire . The Great Winged Serpents. Caretakers of the Throne. Destroyers of the First. Changeless. Eternal . The Highest of the Most High . They are your gods. They are your saviours, your judgement and your damnation.

After several attempts, the vampire was satisfied with the dewy blushing beauty look she had managed to achieve. A knock sounded at her door, drawing Esper's attention from the mess of makeup on her vanity. She strolled over to the door and was greeted by a handsomely dressed Seraph. He was wearing black leather trousers, a white undershirt, a black vest tunic with silver accents, and his raven black hair pulled into his signature low ponytail with a couple stray strands hanging around his face. Seraph's breath was taken away when he laid eyes on the silver-haired beauty. He kneeled down and bowed before her on one knee. "Lady Esper, thank you for allowing me the pleasure of stealing you awa