Seraphim Blades Novels & Stories

Darek’s eyes flick down to the blade, then back up to me. “You got here fast,” he says. “You should’ve been gone before I did.” “Why?” “Because you’re standing too close.” Nyxara lets out a slow breath. She lowers the knife a little more, but she doesn’t let go of it. Light flashes along the metal, and the bond shifts again. Heat flares in the center of my chest, sharp and sudden—then disappears just as fast. My eyes lock on the blade. “Where did you get that?” Nyxara doesn’t answer but the bond tightens again, just for a second. Enough to feel the strain of it. Darek follows my gaze to the knife.

It doesn’t even matter if I accept the rejection or not. As long as the elders has given their consent there was no say in it. But I didn’t want to feel like a loser. “Seraphim Breckinridge is hereby sentenced to death for the murder of my child. And the cause of harm to Blair and enough evidence we had seen. Everyone saw how you treated Blair and how you wanted to get rid of her.” He shouted, and he turned slowly staring at everyone in the room. “Seraphim is an hybrid, we know the blood of the witch is in her! She’s the power to have killed Blair’s baby because she could not have hers!” He yelled and veins were throbbing from his neck.

And they were relentless. Seraphina’s grip tightened on her silver blade, her eyes flicking back and forth between the battle and the encroaching pack. She couldn’t just stand there. She couldn’t let Luca fight alone. She dashed forward, blade raised, targeting the closest rogue. Her heart hammered in her chest as she closed the distance. The wolf snarled, its amber eyes narrowing as it turned toward her. But before it could strike, Seraphina moved. She ducked low, slashing the blade across its underbelly. The wolf howled in pain, but it didn’t fall. It staggered back, furious.

“Perhaps the Goddess will judge your wisdom.” Kael didn’t answer. He stepped behind the altar, motioning Seraphina closer. She hesitated only a second before obeying, letting herself be shepherded into place. He pointed at the empty cradle where the ceremonial blade should have rested. “This was the only blade that could kill an Alpha outright,” he said, low and gu ttural. “And it’s gone. My brother’s blood is on it. And now you—” his grip tightened a fraction on her arm “—are the only living link to the scene.”

Constantly tearing apart Fabian. Fabian yelled out, "Go away!" with his voice filled with agony. But Seraphina didn't hesitate. She couldn't leave him. Despite her opposition, she couldn't leave her partner. As the beast came back together, she grabbed another blade from his belt and charged forward. She was ready this time. The creature was ambushed by Seraphina's shrieking and screaming, as the blade fell to the ground. It screamed once more before falling to the ground, rendered lifeless.

Lengo pounced forward like a lioness with her blades penetrating deep into the enemy, blood seeping along the walkway and being soaked up into the gravel and staining the grass leaving a scar on mother nature. Krona heard a clunk of a mace hitting his shield and then the heavy weight of an overly large man up against him making him stumble a couple of steps towards the cliff edge, turning he saw an arrow protruding from a mans eye socket; quickly turning he slid his blade into another and then searched for another enemy.

“No, Mathias, you need to listen to me. When I met Nevaeh, I was scared. I was scared of what I felt for her and what might happen to her if she entered my world. Since we’ve gotten here, you’ve experienced a variety of things that have shaken your world. But I have to tell you, you’re being an idiot.” My head snaps forward at his comment. Not a lot of people dare speak to me in such a tone. I’m Mathias Black, head of the Council. A centuries-old Seraphim who has killed legions. Giving Mikhail my most withering scowl, I manage to grit out, “I think you need to walk away, Mikhail.”

he shouted to signal to Seraphine that he was successfully out of the building. The assassins in front of the building heard him and just as they were about to go, Seraphine came out in front of them. Using his two pistols, she immediately rocked the three in front of the building. This woman is really something. Her accuracy is very high. 6 down. There are four more remaining assassins surrounding the house. He went to the back of the building and immediately saw the two assassins there. A gunshot and one of them fell immediately. He threw one of my blades at the one left to keep alive to talk to whoever ordered them to do so. The blade hit his shoulder and he immediately kicked him to knoc

Despite his great mortification, his honest little brother twitched inside Levi’s mouth and swelled up a size. Levi’s smiling eyes glinted with what could only be victorious glee, both his slippery hot tongue and his hand wrapping around his baby’s length. And Noah… Noah wanted to die then and there! How shameful!! His own response was too shameful!!! QAQ ⚠ Very important news!!! Soul Shard Captor is going premium! ⚠

Turning in Rebeca’s direction, Selene asked in a curious tone, “What kind of sword is this? It is not an ordinary sword.” “Of course this is the blessed sword of Seraphim. Only a few high-rank angels have the power and ability to use it. It can destroy all dark energy with a single touch of it,” Rebeca explained till looking in the direction of Dad. What next happened was unexpected for all of us. Dad charged Armaros with that sword and in a swift motion, he cut two wings of Armaross with that Sword and surprisingly Armaros couldn’t even dodge his attack. He was faster than him.