Seraphim Fanart Novels & Stories

Damien plugged the drive into his holopad and frowned. “Siberia,” he muttered. “Of course.” Ava narrowed her eyes. “This place Project Nephilim it’s not a lab. It’s a womb.” Seraphina was no longer just a prototype. Her pod had drained. She now stood upright, dressed in a thin, silver gown that shimmered like liquid mercury. Her hair fell in wet curls past her shoulders, and her eyes unnaturally large and silver-flecked glowed faintly even in the dark.

I summoned it from the central field: a pillar of pure Moonbane light, arcing skyward like a goddess's spear. It pierced the clouds, visible for miles, a challenge and a lure. The enemy faltered, chants hitching. And there she was, Seraphine, emerging from the rear lines on a steed of writhing shadows, her black robes billowing like wings, eyes blood-moon red. At last, her mind-voice purred, laced with triumph. The Tear senses its true mistress. She raised a hand, and the horde parted, shamans amplifying her call.

The souls of these people are pure, and their auras sparkle with silver. Most bearers of Selene's gift live in their mountaintop cities. This is possible thanks to their unique Power - when a seraphim is faced with a life-threatening situation, its energy can take on a physical form in the form of wings. Unlike our Power, which cannot be seen and is impermanent, the Seraphim's Power takes on a physical form and remains so forever. At the same time, their magical abilities decrease, so many seraphim own weapons, compensating for what they have lost.

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

The appearance of Seraphina, the Queen of Gold and Sapphire, turned the "Total Deletion" of the Deep Web into an "Emergence." She stood in the center of the grey static, her body made of "Solidified Starlight" that pushed back the grey static with a terminal, ancestral brilliance. She didn't look like the "Seraphina-Skin" or the "Starlight Construct." She looked like the "Original Heresy"—the one who had started the North’s "Biological Chaos" a thousand years ago.

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