Seraphim Fanart Novels & Stories

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."

“If we are playing artists today, I may as well join.” The maid hesitates, glancing at me. I nod once, giving a go ahead. Seraphina sits gracefully, smoothing her dress under her. She picks up a piece of charcoal, twirling it between her fingers. “So,” she says casually, “have you thought about it?” I continue sketching. “Thought about what?” I ask, though I know exactly what she means. She pretends to examine her blank page. “The ritual, of course.” There it is. My pulse does not even change.

Emerson POV The words sliced through the murmurs around me. They weren’t the worst ones. “Don’t look at her,” someone whispered urgently, too close to my ear. “Snake-eyes bring bad luck.” Another voice followed, lower, fearful. “That’s why the Alpha hates her. You don’t stare at things like that and survive.” My stomach twisted. Several pack members turned, their glares sharpening. Some looked away quickly, like my eyes might infect them if they lingered too long. One of them bared his fangs and lunged forward, his steps heavy and deliberate.

Korven’s jaw locked. Seraphine smiled, small and lonely. “Ah,” she breathed. “Thread.” Seraphine’s gaze lingered on the painting as though following some invisible thread only she could see. The image depicts a pale woman lying on a cracked stone surface, surrounded by scattered rocks. She has long, silvery-white hair that fans out around her head, catching the dim, cold light. Her eyes are closed, her expression serene yet lifeless, as if in deep sleep or death. She wears a delicate, off-shoulder white gown with intricate lace embroidery along the bodice and hips. The dress is slightly torn at the slit, hinting at wear or struggle, and its folds spill naturally over the uneven ground.

The markers responded, their faint glow brightening, lines catching a light that did not belong to the rising sun. Darius stiffened. “Seraphina—” “I’m alright,” she said, though her heart raced. “It’s not hurting me.” Maera shifted closer, protective instinct clear. “If it changes—” “I’ll pull her back,” Darius finished. Seraphina reached the center of the basin. The hum deepened, resonant and ancient, vibrating through bone and breath. Images surfaced—not forced, not overwhelming, but offered. Packs united beneath a single moon.

I just realized that when I was just a street away from entering our subdivision, therefore, I could only turn my car and find a place. While I was driving, my body was on autopilot. I don't even know where the heck I am, I just continue driving until my vision gazes upon this strange logo and name. The logo was shaped into an eye without a pupil or lashes, and it is called Seraphim. Why did I think it was weird? Well, seraphim mean angel right? So why is the logo something like that? I cannot connect the word angel or any symbolism in that logo. I just shrug my shoulders and turn my car towards the establishment. I don't need reasoning today, I just need a quiet place to stay all night.

He continued to lick me as I tried to ride it out. He came up, claiming my lips, allowing me to taste my own juices. "I love you, Maria." I layed my head against his chest, running my fingers across his tattoo as he rubbed his fingers across mine. " I'm an Archangel.. Wife of the Reaper...I'll fight beside you...you don't have to do this alone." He nodded and kissed my forehead, wrapping a piece of my hair around his finger. I fell asleep, in his arms.

A black silhouette that stood in stark contrast to the six white wings enveloping her body. The Goddess of Death—Seraphim. “You were supposed to come see me,” she continued.

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