Seraphim Blades Novels & Stories

The scissors came down clean. One stroke. No hesitation. The silk split along the blade like it had been waiting for permission. Seraphina set the scissors down without looking at them. Her fingers moved immediately to the edge of the cut…smoothing, reading the fall of the fabric the way a musician listens for a note slightly off-pitch. She lifted one corner by a fraction. Let it drop. Lifted it again. There.

Careful, I warned myself. She isn’t your mate. She isn’t yours. She’s a weapon. Nothing more! The ceremony continued. The square was silent. Hundreds of wolves filled the courtyard, their eyes fixed on the platform where Seraphina stood beside me. Torches flickered against the stone walls, painting the night in gold and shadow. Seraphina stood straight, her chin lifted, her hands folded before her. Like a Luna. Like she had never been chained. A murmur rolled through the crowd before slowly fading.

"You're kicking me out." Looking at his pitiful expression—he looked exactly like a massive, abandoned dog—the deepest corner of Seraphina's usually calm heart actually gave a very faint, almost imperceptible flutter. He was the absolute, unquestionable apex Alpha of the Blades, a man whose word was law. Yet right now, he was lowering himself to the dust in front of her. This massive, jarring contrast made her fingertips subconsciously curl inward. The cold, ruthless rejection already on the tip of her tongue actually hesitated for a fraction of a second.

"I know you are hiding among my wolves. I know you are planning to destroy everything I love." The crowd murmurs. "But I am not afraid of you. I am not afraid of your darkness. I am not afraid of your hate." I raise the Sun Blade. "I am the light. I am the queen. I am Seraphina. And I will never give up." The disciples reveal themselves. Dozens of them, their red eyes blazing. They attack. The battle is fierce, brutal. But I have the Sun Blade. I have Kael. I have the wolves of Silvermoon.

“Not at the cost of your life.” Alarms blared from above. Adrian lunged to the console. “Third-level defenses breached! We’ve been found!” Lyra drew her sword, eyes flashing red: “Seraphim are here.” From the far corridor came the rapid clank of metal boots. The steel door exploded inward. Dozens of silver-armored figures poured in — Seraphim soldiers, eyes glowing with soulless light, puppeted by blood energy. Evelyn drew her twin silver daggers and charged. Blood sprayed like rain. One slash, two bodies fell. But she felt no thrill — only emptiness.

"Even here. Even now. Especially here." The crucifix above blurred into haze, colors shattering in crimson and gold. Smoke thickened, swallowing light, swallowing prayer. Only sensation remained. Only him. And just as his fingers edged where no vow could shield her— She jolted awake. The dormitory lay quiet, dark. Sisters breathing steady in their innocent sleep. Seraphine's chest heaved, her habit clinging damp, thighs pressed tight together, shame slicking her skin. The rosary dug into her stomach, biting with cold beads.

He had never been surprised before. “Get down,” Adrian rasped, pulling me closer to the ground with the last of his strength. His arm shook around me but he didn’t let go. Wouldn’t. Even as blood soaked through my clothes and fear rattled my bones. I couldn’t look away. Seraphine struck again. Low. Fast. Ruthless. Her blade skimmed his ribs and this time he hissed, real sound, real pain. Dark blood bloomed through his coat. “You took everything from us,” she snarled. “From her. From me. From our mother.”

The tree spirit groused angrily, "You stole my wood to build your house, and I let that go. Now you're still working me like this? What a load of…" Seraphina pretended not to hear him. That night, Seraphina lay on her bed with her eyes closed, resting. A ripple of energy reached her senses. She realized someone was approaching and, without thinking, slashed out with an energy blade. Kieran hadn't seen Seraphina for several days and found it strange, so he came looking for her. Before he could get close, the energy blade hit him and forced him back several steps until he crashed against the door, breathing hard.

I chipped in the update. “Two idiot friends always amalgamating the most stupid ideas” “So what do you think of it?” I was immune to her insults already. Anyone that still gets offended by it is yet to understand that harshness was Hilra’s mother tongue. She thought for a moment and turned to the door when it sounded like someone was walking past. “According to Anthonier, the blade is still with her?” “Yes. I believe it is safest in her room. No one would believe I’d leave a blade that could end me in the hands of a mistress who had barely stayed a full week”