Seraphim Fanart Novels & Stories

Perfumed air spilled out, thick and floral and cloyingly sweet. Inside, Seraphine sat draped in a pearl-colored silk robe, lounging like she belonged on a throne rather than a chaise. Her silver-blonde hair cascaded in polished waves, nearly blending into the icy tone of her skin. She didn’t look real—she looked carved from winter itself. And her eyes—icy blue and glinting like frost—landed briefly on Eden. It was only a glance, but it sent a chill down Eden’s spine. Seraphine turned her attention to her reflection instead. “I need to look perfect,” she said.

He said. Season 2 ended here! Author note: Hello everyone!! Please continue to read ARCANUM because, there will be a side story which about Steven and Nicolai. See you on Season 3!!!

Even though we're not related but I feel a very deep connection with him and I don't know why, he once mentioned that I remind him of Sienna. Since I opened my eyes ten years ago and glared at him I felt a connection. He's the only person close to me right now and I'm not losing him even if I have to die doing so but I'm not dying right now, I have a mission to complete. I'm going for them, I'm going to be their worst nightmare. The queen of terror. They call me, Amphitrite the dark angel.

Sylen said, his voice rougher than before. "No, not yet," Seraphina scowled, as a bead of sweat dripped from the tip of her nose to the hard floorboards of the training room. "I wasn't finished." "You were," With sudden interjection, Sephora stepped lightly into the circle for the first time. As though it belonged to her and there hadn't been a sparring match ongoing just moments ago. She looked up at Sylen through long dark lashes, her long dark hair starkly contrasting her pale eyes and fair skin... that against her pale blue eyes that flickered silver in the light... those lips, blood red naturally and full in peripheral view... "Weren't you, Commander?"

“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.”

Yours — always a little too much, Seraphina

The Seraphim further shines out due to its attractive appeal. The description commented on the Seraphim's fundamental attributes. Nothing in it hinted at anything metaphysical, yet the System still gave him an F in X-Factor. Ves almost couldn't believe it. The Seraphim, a kludgy variant of the four hundred year old Fantasia model, carried the potential to ignite a mech pilot's performance beyond its pinnacle. "What makes the Seraphim so special? The R2-E, Phantasm and Nomad are also based off the Fantasia, but why don't they have a whiff of X-Factor?"

Tears of emotion rolled down Nara's cheeks as she said with a trembling voice: "I am yours, Serafín, and you are mine." Seraphím clasped her tightly in his arms, melting into a passionate kiss that sealed their eternal love. The magical energy surrounding them was so powerful that they could feel their souls merging into one. As they embraced, onlookers could observe how Seraphím's Archon, now much larger than before, extended his majestic wings. Gently, he enveloped Nara with them, and gradually, she began to take on the same colours as him. Her white hair shone with divine light, and her eyes radiated a depth of knowledge and love that transcended the earthly realm.

Bethel sounded almost deranged. Seraphina looked from Bethel to Rose and Melanie who were all stood waiting. Seraphina felt her cheeks flush under their stares and then slowly started to pull the arms of her dress down to reveal the large silver dragon that started on her left shoulder and gradually made its way across her chest, stopping slightly before where her Dhampir markings sat.