Seraphim Fanart Novels & Stories

Power surged upward in violent columns, tearing open a gateway between worlds. And within that light Seraphine stepped through. She did not look human anymore. Her eyes glowed silver-white, pupils dissolving into pure radiance. Her hair floated weightlessly around her, threaded with strands of light. Her skin shimmered faintly, inscribed with glowing sigils that pulsed with each heartbeat. She looked like a goddess descending into hell. “Seraphine,” Lucien breathed. Her gaze snapped to him instantly. For one fragile moment, the chaos faded.

He can directly draw power from hell; he is said to be Lucifer's first born, and his demon is said to be Calcifer, or the fire of hell. Seraphina was deep in thought when Emmerich put his hand on her shoulder and said, "Believe me when I say that you are not to be blamed for their death. I'm not sure what you saw, what they told you, or why you left without even giving me a glance. But I'm not going to let you punish yourself in this way anymore." He said, and she looked at him, perplexed.

I watched his finger moving in circles on the surface of the polished metal table top. "I know, I'm not worthy, besides there have been many young bucks sniffing around intent on courting her. Even an angel came knocking at my door," he said with wide eyes as if still in shock about it. I grinned as Salgos told me about the angel that had taken an interest in Cyra. Apparently he had come when Lucifer was busy with us in the human realm. "He's an attractive man, shoulder length black wavy hair and blue, blue eyes. He has black feather wings. His name was Seraph and he's the son of Abaddon." I gasped softly and swallowed uncomfortably not realizing he had another son besides Ronin.

As I got closer, I could see the others more clearly—council members I’d known my whole life, and strangers wearing the deep blue and silver that marked them as Frostfang. And there, standing beside the cold and feared Alpha of Frostfang, dressed in delicate white embroidery stood a tall and lean figure. Seraphina. She was beautiful—breathtakingly, undeniably beautiful. She had been born with fierce red hair, a rare trait that marked her as a strong warrior. Deep blue eyes and full lips that were enough to stir any man. But looking at her stirred nothing in me except a vague sense of dread.

She paused at the runway’s end, hands folded gracefully, embodying fragile purity. Backstage whispers rose. “She didn’t come…” “Her turn is now…” The music shifts. Lights dimmed slightly. Silence expanded. Then— A shadow steps forward. Seraphine emerges. For a heartbeat, the time seemed to freeze. Her dress was no longer what they had destroyed. Black silk wraps her body like night itself, perfectly fitted, flowing without a single visible seam. From her shoulders descended a sheer cape that shimmers faintly, long enough to trail behind her like liquid moonlight. Her face is bare with no makeup.

"Mam, you're so looking so beautiful," Seraphina trailed her eyes towards the full-length mirror. Her petite body was wrapped in a beautiful flowing blood red gown, which was strapless. Her face was covered with a thin layer of makeup. Her dark long lashes were curled up and looking more big. Her lips were painted in a matching blood red lipstick. Her hair was tied up in a high beautiful bun. The dark makeup over her eyes was complimenting her light eyes, beautifully, but Seraphina had no interest to wander her own beauty. "Indeed this colour is complimenting your beauty so well," The girl said, fascinated with Seraphina's alluringness, until her eyes travelled towards the door.

A sickening crack came from there, enough to tell me that she was dead. “Kaden Caelthorn. I was hoping to reduce our audience but it seems the girl still has a lot to learn,” Seraphina said, stepping fully into the light of the Moon. She was completely naked save for a small scrap of red clothing that hung loosely off her arms. When Seraphina looked at me, anger flooded my veins. This was not family resemblance. She was wearing my mate’s face.

Three massive figures stepped out. They were ten feet tall, clad in golden armor that shone like the sun. They wielded massive hammers and shields. They didn't look like monsters. They looked like angels. BOSS DETECTED: THE SERAPHIM. LEVEL: 99. TYPE: ANTI-VIRUS PROTOCOL. "They're hunting the glitches," Jax said, gripping his data-sword. "They delete anything that doesn't follow the script. They've already deleted the Merchant's Guild."

She asked with a friendly smile, putting Annie at ease. Catching a whiff of the air, Annie couldn't help but ask in surprise, "You... you're a lynx?" Seraphina affirmed with a nod, "Indeed, I am, sweet omega fox. My name is Seraphina, the pack healer, but everyone calls me Sera," as she extended a welcoming hand to Annie. ""Now, both of you, come with me," Seraphina beckoned, turning on her heels and leading them towards a back room. As they walked, Annie couldn't shake the feeling that something was off—not a bad vibe, more like a tickle to her memory.

" With those words, Seraphine made a strange movement, her body morphing into that of a magnificent wolf. Her fur shimmered with a mystical aura, and Tigreal was awestruck by her transformation. She was not just a beautiful but deadly wolf; she possessed hidden supernatural powers and enchantments. In a display of agility and grace, Seraphine leaped forward, landing gracefully in front of Tigreal. She moved with such fluidity that it seemed as though she danced upon the very air itself. Before Tigreal could react, he found himself pinned to the ground, his limbs held in a firm grip by Seraphine's powerful jaws.