Seraphim Fanart Novels & Stories

Vexor in front staying close, his bulge rubbing on my pussy again as he moved, Kaelan at my side leaning in to kiss my neck, his tongue licking slow and wet up to my ear, the hot breath sending shivers down my spine. "Let's get this robe off, show us that body you've been hiding," Kaelan said, his fingers untying the sash of my robe slow, pulling the silk open to expose my lace bra and panties underneath, my breasts heaving with each heavy breath, nipples hard and visible through the thin lace, poking out like they were desperate for attention. Thalía whistled loud from where she stood filming, her phone steady in her hand. "Damn, Seraphina, let them have you, girl! This is gold!" Her voice

Amaris had not maintained any eye contact with me since she got into this car, she looked back at the Creekstone pack palace and something tells me that if I had not saved her from death, she wouldn't have gotten into this car with me and taken her chances with Alpha Kieran. "Darling, she has such nice cheekbones," Seraphina said, stretching out her hand to lift Amaris's chin and pull on her cheek. Seraphina has no control or sense for boundaries. "Can you stop doing that, Seraphina." I wasn't asking, it sounded more like a warning. She rolled her eyes and leaned back in her chair, scowling at me. "It is not that healthy, she looks malnourished and thin, I wanted to take her as my personal h

Chapter 1: The Summoning Price Candles flickered wildly in the ancient stone chamber hidden beneath the crumbling ruins of Eldrath, their flames dancing as if alive with the forbidden magic I had unleashed. My heart hammered against my ribs as I traced the final line of the intricate summoning circle with my own blood, the metallic scent mixing with the musty air of forgotten tomes and decaying tapestries. I was Seraphina Vale, a twenty-five-year-old arcane scholar who had dedicated her life to dusty scrolls and protective wards rather than the desires that stirred in my treacherous body. My form had always been a curse and a secret longing—lush, heavy breasts that strained against the laces

Seraphina appeared in full projection, tethered to me by a pulse of living gold, her scales bright enough to make the morning sun look pale. The army reacted. I felt it before I heard it. A collective inhale. A shift through hundreds of bodies. Aetherfang wings tightened. Dragons straightened. Vaelcryns lifted their heads. Primas stared like old prophecies had stepped into flesh before them. Seraphina spread her wings above me. Beautiful. Terrifying. Regal beyond anything I could pretend to be. Her golden eyes swept over the army. Then she lowered her head slightly. Not submission. Acknowledgement.

That the world had tried to prevent from existing. And I was beautiful. I was terrible. I was free. "Sera." I turned to my best friend, my anchor, the girl who'd chosen to stand in the dark with me. Seraphina stood at the apex of the ritual circle. She looked like a weapon forged from starlight and prayer. Skin glowing with incandescent purity. Angelic wings fully unfurled, each feather shedding sparks of white-hot mana that hissed against damp stone. Beautiful. Terrified. Loyal.

( she says as she took down a couple of adversaries with a swipe of her blade) Serayah rushes forward cutting left and right with her blade with little effort being wasted downing the demons that stood in her path, she stood still when she realized she was surrounded on all sides DEMON #5 : What are you going to do now, scum DEMON #6 : Die like the scum you are… ( several of the demons around her create sharpened poles made out of hell fire and proceed to throw it at her) SERAYAH : Tch, not on your life….. Heavenly art : Embodiment of the seraph – first form Bright flames come down from the heavens and engulf Serayah in a bright blaze that disintegrated all the poles hurled at her and caused

Tears of emotion rolled down Nara's cheeks as she said with a trembling voice: "I am yours, Serafín, and you are mine." Seraphím clasped her tightly in his arms, melting into a passionate kiss that sealed their eternal love. The magical energy surrounding them was so powerful that they could feel their souls merging into one. As they embraced, onlookers could observe how Seraphím's Archon, now much larger than before, extended his majestic wings. Gently, he enveloped Nara with them, and gradually, she began to take on the same colours as him. Her white hair shone with divine light, and her eyes radiated a depth of knowledge and love that transcended the earthly realm.

This was horrible. “Then why aren't you stopping it?!” I demanded. “Because no rules are being broken.” My lips parted in disbelief. “People are taking advantage of them!” “No,” he corrected flatly. “The Seraphinas are just amplifying desire, not mind controlling anyone. In case you still don't get the concept, Seraphinas are rare female werewolves with special scents that stabilizes Lycans, especially during the heat cycle when we grow aggressive.” Oh.

“Most people aren’t controlling Helios.” Seraphina’s smile widened slightly. “Fair point.” She gestured toward the painting beside her. A massive abstract canvas filled with chaotic colors. “Do you like art?” Elena looked at it briefly. “I prefer things that make sense.” Seraphina laughed softly. “That’s exactly why I chose this piece.” She turned fully toward Elena now. “The world rarely makes sense.” Elena studied her carefully. “So this is the third test.” Seraphina nodded. “Yes.” “And?”

The carvings had changed since their last visit—what once were whispers etched in runes were now open mouths, screaming silently. Cassian flinched. “They’re… hungrier.” Seraphina laid out the ritual components: four relics, harvested at great cost—bone from the First Flame, ashes from a dying star, blood of a true heir, and a feather from the wing of the Shadow Seraph. Each was placed at a point around the mural, forming a diamond. Vulture stood watch, arms folded, scowling at every tremble in the stone. “If this thing even blinks, I’m shooting it.”