Seraphim Fanart Novels & Stories

I also wouldn't mind if you have constructive criticism about my book. SERAPHIMS- Also known as the burning ones. They are the highest angelic class and are caretakers of God's throne constantly singing praises to God. They are described as fiery six-winged beings with two wings that cover their faces and two that cover their feet and the last two they use to fly.

The clash of forces creates a dazzling display of light and darkness, illuminating the battlefield. Fenrir, his fiery gaze never leaving Seraphina, charges towards her, his claws extended. "It's time to end this, Seraphina! Release the grip of darkness on our world!" Seraphina laughs, her voice echoing with twisted delight. "You think you can defeat me? I am immortal, invulnerable!"

The vampire retrieved her laptop and darted back into her room. Once back inside, Esper plopped onto her bed and opened up her computer. After logging in, she quickly opened up a blank document and started typing down her thoughts. Seraph – insanely attractive, likes to have fun, enjoys classic television, very athletic, Imperial Guard, excellent pianist (also plays guitar and cello), is eager to learn about me, very passionate, causes spark like sensations when we touch (is very handsy because he also feels them), adorable when sleeping.

Aeron chuckled dragging up a nearby chair and sitting on it backward, we cant! Thanis growled she didn't desert the host she was drafted and ascended into the Seraphim Guard, she's the Seraphim of Mercy now and she's mated too, are you serious? dude thats huge! Ezera cried who is she mated to? The Seraphim of Justice he answered she even has his mark on her neck and their wings even match his are silver and hers is gold you should have seen her today she looked so badass she took down all of the King of hells army total cleansing

“You think so?’ she beamed with excitement. “Yes, I do.’ Jeremy agreed with a giggle. Seraphina nodded. “Where is Seraphim?’ “He is on the balcony at the palace.’ Jeremy replied. “Ok.’ She ran towards the staircase in the palace. “Be careful and don’t fall down.’ Jeremy yelled after her. Seraphina ran over to the balcony and saw Griffith and Clyde having a conversation between themselves as Seraphim approached Griffith. Was Clyde’s and Griffith’s real name Seraphim and Zephyr? Seraphim smiled warmly. “You are certainly on edge, Zephyr.’ “Seraphim.’ Zephyr exclaimed with a bright smile. “You seem quite able, though you were beaten much more soundly than I. I swear you are a tough one, Zephyr.

Numb the pain. I wanted something now, not to numb the pain though, but to wipe what I'd seen from my head. How could I lock away what he'd shown me? There wasn't a trinket box big enough to hold that horror. Behold the Seraphim , he'd said. Born of fire . The Great Winged Serpents. Caretakers of the Throne. Destroyers of the First. Changeless. Eternal . The Highest of the Most High . They are your gods. They are your saviours, your judgement and your damnation.

Haneul greeted. The Seraph only blinked. He seemed to have just awoken from a deep sleep. Being the highest order of angels, Seraphs didn't usually come down from the First Sphere. They did all their work there, closest to the Creator. Their transparent wings burning red-orange against the vast space of the Macroverse. Sometimes, they don't even bother taking a human form.

I would scream at this damn machine if it weren't for the little baby suckling peacefully at Orchidid's breast next to me. "You're talking about people, not commodities," I hiss. Orchidid 's hand touches my shoulder. "Orchid," she says in a pacifying voice. "Remember. The seraph is a machine. He doesn't think like you and me." She's right, of course. I take a deep breath to calm my nerves. “Look around,” Seraph says. "Aren't you omegas valued?"

"Do you feel it, too? The pull?" "I do," Seraphina replied softly. She looked down at their joined hands. A faint, ethereal luminescence was beginning to radiate from her skin—not the blinding gold of her warrior days, but a gentle, pearlescent glow that looked like liquid moonlight. "The divine realm is calling us back. The threads that bound us to these mortal vessels are finally fraying." "Are you afraid?" Ryan asked, his golden eyes searching hers. Seraphina let out a soft, melodic laugh that drifted across the dark water. "Afraid? Of returning to the source of all light? No, my love. I am just... incredibly grateful. Look at what we leave behind."

Such stupidity at this hour. “You mistake my restraint for weakness,” I say quietly. “No,” she whispers. “I see how tired you are.” Her thumb brushes once over the fabric of my sleeve. “She will never understand this world the way we do,” Seraphina continues. “She will always question it. Resist it. And one day, when it demands something of her she cannot give, she will leave.” “You underestimate her,” I say. “I see her clearly,” Seraphina replies. “She doesn’t want this life. She wants freedom. Art. Open skies and not councils and blood rituals.”