Seraphim Blades Novels & Stories

Zitrey just glared at him and went inside. Matt, seeing how far the distance between them, but she easily closed it by split of seconds, then rubbing his neck and feeling the pain, he had thought, “She was still young, yet have extra-ordinary skills and killing intent. Doesn’t feel pain. Truly a masterpiece of the Dark Moon. A perfect killing machine, that’s why they don’t want to let her go. However, if she won’t go back, those geezer thought its just best to kill her before she will turn her back and come against them. Crimson Blade is the double blade that they raised, and might come to their head. The key to annihilate those bastards Dark Moon.”

My fingers are on my chin as I crouched and looked at it. The cover or the sheath was silver with a few pints of gold, I don't understand the engravings etched on it. Because of my curiosity, I held it and released it from its sheath. Unlike other sword, its blade was bluish and silver, the handle was wood in color and the cover was glass. It was not as heavy as it look. I lifted it up and swayed it... Imagining I was a samurai fighting some bad guys. I chuckled.

his aura lashed out, sending goosebumps to every inch of my body. “I am seraphim” I struggle to say amidst the unspeakable pain going through my body system. For a moment, I regret yielding to my father's words. By now, everyone was silent, even if a needle fell off at the moment, it would be heard. “Oh father, see the mess you put me all in the name of your selfishness.” I thought to myself and didn't know when my tear fell on the man's hands. Within the span of a second, I was mercilessly flung to the nearest wall nearby.

One gold. Every person on the battlefield stared in disbelief. Even Seraphine's eyes widened. "Impossible..." Aster whispered. "The Twin Blades." Elyan slowly smiled. "So the prophecy was incomplete." The red-eyed creature staggered backward. Fear finally appeared in its burning crimson eyes. "No... It cannot be." Seraphine looked at Kael and Rhydian with quiet pride. "It is time." Kael gripped the silver blade. Rhydian raised the golden one. The two swords began to resonate, filling the battlefield with blinding light.

The sapphire-jade crystallization had claimed her entire torso now, forming a shimmering, unyielding breastplate that pulsed with a rhythmic, vengeful glow. "Blades are made for the hands of masters, Sofia, and you are merely a tragedy I allowed to happen," Seraphina replied, her voice like silk drawn over a razor’s edge. She stood ten paces away, the Dark Heartstone floating between her outstretched palms. The air around the Queen was a swirling vortex of violet-black smoke, a vacuum that devoured the light Sofia emitted. "You speak of sharpening yourself, yet you look like a girl trying to stop an avalanche with a kitchen knife. Look at your skin. You are becoming the very cage you claim t

"My new Reapers are much faster than the old ones. They don't need a signal. They run on pure hate." She lunged. I swung the moon-sword, the silver light clashing against her violet blade. The force of the blow sent a shockwave through the room, knocking over the cradle. I managed to keep my balance, shielding Leo with my body. "Give him to me!" she screamed, her face twisting into a mask of rage. I didn't answer. I focused all my power into the sword, letting the silver light explode outward. The blast threw Seraphina back through the wall of the cabin, sending her tumbling into the snow outside.

As promised, I quickly send Jake a message that I'm on my way home now. "You're fast", I chuckle seeing Jake already standing in front of my door. "Couldn't wait to see you. By the way, your packet with these angel blades has just arrived." "Thank fuck, we really need them, to make it perfect", Jake laughs and shakes his head about my enthusiasm. "By the way they are called seraph blades." "Whatever, main thing is we look smashing together. By the way I love your real hair colour, but to my surprise this looks really good on you too."

Her armor was scorched, the metal twisted and melted where the blade had struck. "Magic," I breathed. "She's coating her blades in magic." "Obviously," Elise snapped, irritation visible in her eyes. "Now be quiet!" Seraphina struggled to her feet, but Brynhild was already on her. The northern warrior moved with brutal efficiency, her enchanted blades cutting through defense after defense. Seraphina fought valiantly. She managed to land one solid hit that drew a thin line of blood across Brynhild's shoulder. But it wasn't enough.

“Nah. Sold him to the black market. As a slave. Also, the women who saw your face have been removed. So don’t worry about it now.” “Thank you.” I started scrolling through the chapters of traditional herbs. “Busy?” “Nah. Just checking the skipped classes.” “I see. Have you met your first target?” “Not yet. I will soon,” I said, feeling something hard pressing against my back. It was the dagger His Majesty had gifted me. I took it out and looked at it carefully. It was a hundred-year-old dagger used by three generations of Alphas. The fact that it was still as sharp as a sashimi knife made me admire it even more.

Seraphine’s POV My eyes snapped open and everything around me was strange. The air smelled of herbs and smoke. My lungs pulled tightly as I tried to sit up. My arms shook under a weight with smaller arms and thinner wrists. My heart slammed against a ribcage that felt too narrow. I looked down and unknown hands stared back at me. Pale, long fingers, faint blue veins under skin that had never seen sunshine. These weren't my hands, my hands had carried baskets of herbs for the pack healer and held Rhydian's face the night he marked me.