Seraphim Fanart Novels & Stories

Seraphine threw her head back and laughed. The sound echoed through the hall. Years of obsession finally consuming itself. “I tried doing this their way.” Power surged around her. The air itself seemed to twist. Several warriors stumbled backward. The Lycan Commander moved instantly. Putting himself between her and me. But Seraphine never looked at him. Only me. Always me. Tears filled her eyes. Yet she was smiling. That smile!! “If I can’t have it…” The darkness around her expanded. Ancient symbols ignited across the floor.

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.

As if even a servant girl took a dislike to his looks in general, then surely even her own daughters would follow suit as well. "I'm not sure…" Seraphina mused, sat down on the matching chair in front of the dressing table, clearly away somewhere in her own thoughts. "Whatever you think may look nice and appropriate with my armour?" She then seemed to come back and break from her reverie, looking around to Lyla, "Have you seen any of them, yet?" She quizzed. A fluttering mix of anxiety and curiosity in her eyes.

They are all arranged in their sizes, from smaller to bigger ones. "It's like I've read almost all of these books. They're all familiar to me." Sumire said to herself as she read the titles on the side of the book. The maiden continued to look further inside. Sumire went to the left side of the wall when she saw the painting of three biblical angels: The first one is the Cherubim, an animal-human hybrid, depicts as having four faces facing each direction: that of a lion, an ox, an eagle, and a human. They have straight legs, four wings, and bull hooves for feet that gleam like polished brass. One set of wings covers their body, and the other is used for flight. Followed with Seraphim, “the f

“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.”

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?"

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.

“This isn’t a hybrid. It’s an illusion of the gods.” “Model Seraphim. A mimetic. Capable of infiltrating any social structure. Irresistible beauty, programmed empathy, body language trained to mold itself to whoever observes it. Artificial intelligence integrated with magical psyche. It doesn’t just deceive — it enchants. It can assume the role of spy, messenger, confidant. It is the perfect weapon to destabilize governments… Or seduce key targets.” Sasha didn’t respond immediately. His gaze was sharp, but there was something more. A spark of fascination. Of distrust.