Seraphim Lucifer Novels & Stories

Careful, I warned myself. She isn’t your mate. She isn’t yours. She’s a weapon. Nothing more! The ceremony continued. The square was silent. Hundreds of wolves filled the courtyard, their eyes fixed on the platform where Seraphina stood beside me. Torches flickered against the stone walls, painting the night in gold and shadow. Seraphina stood straight, her chin lifted, her hands folded before her. Like a Luna. Like she had never been chained. A murmur rolled through the crowd before slowly fading.

I yelled. "I don't... know. I'm... not sure," she coughed. "But for the spell to work, Saraphina is supposed to die to complete the ritual of full death so the earth can allow us Hermes’s powers. But she’s alive." "I know that!" I barked. "And instead of Lucian having her killed, I don’t know what kind of enchantment she has on him." I paced the room, fists clenched at my sides as I tried to keep my fury from exploding again. The very name Saraphina was enough to send fire coursing through my veins. That little thing was the only thing holding back my rise.

He tried to weave it back under his command yet the shadows resisted him, pulling tighter. Seraphine’s gaze locked onto his, but her eyes had changed. No longer frightened, they burned with an otherworldly light, silver and endless. “You shouldn’t have come,” she said. Lucien staggered back. Her voice wasn’t her own. It echoed with layered tones, thousands of whispers behind it. And then, in the blink of an eye, she lunged. Her hand shot forward, not fragile but blazing with silver fire. It struck his chest, and for the first time in centuries, Lucien screamed. His power tore loose, unraveling. He ripped himself out of the dream, crashing back into his body on the tower balcony.

I have always loved him. “DO IT.” She still remembers hellspawn's voice clearly in her head, making her stagger back against the wall. “STOP WEAKENING! HE DOES NOT LOVE YOU! HE NEVER WILL! END HIM! OR I END YOU!” Seraphine bit her lip until she tasted blood, tears streaming down her face silently. ‘Why?’ she screamed internally. ‘Why is it always like this? Why can’t I just have something good?!’ She saw the High Priestess approaching Lucien. She saw her hand him something silver, something that glowed. She saw him put it around his neck.

His hand comes down to guide mine lower on his cock, until we reach the base. “Shit.” His cheeks are flushed, head tilted back. I don’t immediately understand, not until his soft skin changes. Something inflates under my palm. Lucien’s hand closes around mine, pressing it there, circling the swelling protuberance like all he wants is for it to be enclosed, held within something. It grows larger, and Lucien’s stifled groans grow louder, and— “Seraphine.” He’s saying my name like a prayer. Like I’m the one thing standing between him and heaven on Earth. And that’s when I understand what he meant.

"Dammit! Seraphina!" Seraphina didn't hesitate. She leapt into the air, her red and silver aura trailing behind her like a comet. "Step away from my daughter!" she commanded, her voice vibrating with authority. She brought her glowing hand down, casting a bolt of pure divine wrath that struck the brute dead-on. The creature shrieked as it disintegrated into nothingness. Luna gasped, sweating from the exertion of holding back the magical traps. "Thanks, Mom. That was... a little too close."

her dad chimed in. I grabbed her face, trying to let he see my eyes, but she looked right through me. “My darling mate, what are they talking about?” “I’m talking about killing you, son,” Juden said, his voice carrying through his village. “Helen, daughter of the Alpha of Fiery Cross, mate of the Last Lycan, I COMMAND you to kill the last Devil, once and for all!” I dared to laugh, seeing my mate move forward, bringing her hands from behind her back as she came to embrace me. I caught her with such relief, finally feeling her in my arms at last.

The torchlight flickered across his features, casting deep shadows across his face. "Everything?" "Yes." "Seraphina—" "My power. My strength. My very soul." "Seraphina—" "I have to give it all." "Seraphina—" "To destroy the ancient thing." He gripped my shoulders. "No." "Lucien—" "No." "Lucien—" "I won't let you." "Lucien—" "I won't let you sacrifice yourself." I met his eyes. "Lucien—" "There's no other way." "Lucien—" "I have to do this."

I could give her jewelry every day if it gave me the perfect excuse to be able to touch her. Merda. (Shit*) Lucia turns and plays with the pendant, a soft smile on her lips. She does not realize it, but she is only a step away from me, and I can smell her perfume and see every detail of her skin. "Why a sun, Don Elio?" she asks me. "Because you are Lucia (light*). Go and join your friends. You have no business hanging out here with an adult." The bullshit I feed people, I swear!

-Amara's POV- "I watched, horrified, as Lucifer extracted information from Mrs. Jenkins. The shadows, the illusions... it was terrifying. But Alexander's words sent shivers down my spine: 'Erebus seeks the Dreamweaver's heart.' My heart? What did it mean?" -Lucifer's POV- "I summoned Raven, Kael, and Elara to devise a plan. 'Erebus will perform the ritual during the Lunar Eclipse,' I explained. 'We must stop him.' Raven nodded. 'I can disrupt the ritual's magical foundations.' Kael volunteered, 'I'll take care of Erebus's minions.'