Seraphim Fanart Novels & Stories

“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.

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.

Her hands on their own made their way to hug his neck whereas his hands cupped her waist and pulled her closer, forgetting there was already no gap between them. He pecked her neck and then her ear and trailed to her cheek. He kissed the corner of her lips and then joined their foreheads. They both were panting heavily against each other. Seraphina made no efforts to push him away because she didn't want to, not anymore. "You have become my forbidden need, Sera. A need I need to even breathe , " Seraphina slowly unlatched her lashes only to find his beautifully terrifying grey eyes on her. "You've made Arzal Grayson an obsessor, Sera. He is fucking obsessed with you, "

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.

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.

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."