Seraphim Lucifer Novels & Stories

I am an angel, and I am a human. Pushing through The Dragon’s flailing claws, I move toward the current of power and look down at the endless abyss. As if Lucifer senses my intent, he looks back at me and calls out, “Don’t Lana!” I shake my head as my tears rain down my face. “I love you, Lucifer,” I call out as I turn my sword to me and plunge it deep into my chest. Lucifer’s mournful cry resounds throughout the cavern as my body plunges into The Creator’s abyss.

When I reach the place, I hear Sunny croak out. "Hola mi querido niña." Seraphim, "Oh dear you finally came. I don't know how much longer we could have held up. The dark magic is draining us." I could barely hold in the sobs. Lucifer claims to love Seraphim but subjects her to such inhumane treatment. Seriously, who does that. They have lost their vibrance and their eyes are dull and lost their lustre. I feel myself getting angry but take deep breaths to calm down.

His dark navy eyes were in disturbance as Lucifer raised up his sword. “I am the God of Destruction,” Lucifer hissed. “And it is this day I end you.” Pushing the blade deep within Kronos’ chest, black tar covered the sword. Lucifer wasn’t satisfied and raised his sword again to plummet it into his head. The crack of bone had Parisa whine from afar, Hades holding his mate tightly.

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.

She mumbles in distress. Lucifer swallows deep before he asks. “You’re Lana, but you’re not quite Lana anymore, are you? What’s your name, Seraphim?” Lana bites her lip and looks down at her lap. “Hadraniel. My name is Hadraniel.” Lucifer flinches back as if he’d been slapped in the face, his mouth tightening with an untold emotion. “Hadraniel? The angel of love. That’s what your name means?”

The once clear blue sky turned a sickening blood-red. Dark clouds roiled, and lightning flashed. "By my blood! By my soul!" Seraphina screamed as her body began to burn from the inside out. "I offer myself as the final key! Lord of the Abyss, I summon you! Descend!" The light from the array grew brighter, and a malevolent energy surged out like a tidal wave. Everyone was thrown to the ground by the force. "Mother was right!" Seraphina's body began to turn translucent. "All werewolves in this world deserve to die!"

The scent of wild jasmine and sulfur told him exactly who she was. "Blood is just a liquid that keeps a heart beating, Lucian." Seraphina stepped out of the shadows. The glamour shimmered around her like oil on water. One second she was a haggard servant; the next, she was the witch who had haunted the Ridge for three centuries. Her fingers, tipped with black nails, traced the edge of his stone desk. "And Kaelor’s heart beats with a rhythm that excludes you." "He calls me brother." Lucian downed the glass. The liquid burned. Good. "He’s an Alpha. He has a code."

had been fulfilled. The feeling was difficult to interpret, but he had the urge to stay with him to continue listening to his words. “An old heavenly song? Why does Louis know such a song and why should he sing it or leave it to us? Is that why he left? Because of the song? ”Rafael nodded. “The heavenly choir, the most beautiful and purest voice in all the worlds. Lucifel ... God's representative and owner of this voice. ”Godric widened his eyes slightly. Lucifel? Rafael smiled dreamily and leaned forward against the ledge and let the evening sun warm him. “Back then I always wondered who Lucifel was. An unknown, pure seraphim, up in the first layer of heaven. So inaccessible and yet always

Slowly, they packed the unfilled grave. The old man held his hands to his back. Stared at the freshly dug soils. All these years, he lived behind the shadows of Nathalia. Hiding from the morbid influence of his kind. It's time to step out of the dark. To tell a story, Lucifer: Untold. *** WASHINGTON D.C. FBI HEADQUARTERS

said seraphine and searched for tools to remove those tied to their hands Seraphine immediately found the sharp end of the iron and there they removed the chains from their hands. "Akira I'll be back I'll just consume the demons that brought you here" Azrael said angrily and cocked his guns