Novel & Cerita Seraphim Lucifer

his eyes were black as night, his hair had blazing flames on them, his hands were also on fire, he looked like a witch that possessed the fire element. He was unrecognizable as his features looked nothing like that of a werewolf at that moment. He looked more like a demon from hell, the people around took couscous steps back not wanting to be close to the demon their alpha has become, some of the pack warriors shifted to their werewolf forms getting ready for anything. “Lucifer has risen.” Whispered Lune Katherine to herself, Mercy took steps forward while Collin was looking at Damien waiting for him to get up from the ground. No one knew what he will do to him should he manage to get up fro

Malrec screamed, throwing a bolt of shadow that struck Lucian square in the chest. Lucian staggered, wings faltering, but he stayed upright. “Finish it, Sera!” The floor cracked beneath their feet as she stepped closer to the anchor. Every breath felt like a blade in her lungs. She could feel Malrec’s will clawing at her mind, whispering her name like a curse. Die again, Seraphina. Die again and again until nothing remains but ash. “No,” she whispered. “Not this time.” Her light erupted, swallowing the chamber whole.

He paused while Alexa Listened, "No one knew who he was or where he came from, but none of that mattered to Seraphina. She fell in love the very first moment she laid eyes on him at the bar, they had a son a year later," "Lucifer," She muttered, who would have thought the handsome devil was born in Hallow groove, she chuckled "Ten years later they had another, a beautiful body who looked much like his mother," "Lucian," She smiled. Lucifer spent a lot of time growing up in this town, it made her wonder why Lucifer had no memory of this place.

Worse—each one was tied to a life. “Sacrifices,” Eveline said, voice grim. “They’re using people to anchor them.” Seraphina looked over the map. “And if we destroy one?” “They’ll kill the host,” Lucien said. “And replace it.” “It’s a living ritual,” Dante added. “Smart. Vile. Effective.” Seraphina didn’t speak. She simply walked from the room. To the Temple of Flame. There, she lit a single candle. Then she knelt.

"Shahira's potions ensured that we did not die of the vampire blood. If it were not for her potions, there would have been no lycans. No me, and no you." I pondered his words. I knew what Lucifer was saying was not wrong, and maybe that was how it was supposed to happen, but that did not lessen the guilt. "So trust me when I say that there was no way for this to happen in any other way than it did." "You don't know that." "I most certainly fucking do." Lucifer's voice was loud and clear. "If I was never born..." Lucifer interrupted before I could complete. "There was never going to be any chance that you were not going to be born. I would not let it happen." He said holding my face in his pa

My legs are very weak and I have to cling to a dark wooden cabinet on which are several bottles of JB, causing them to stagger. -I was always there for you, Lailah. -I don't want to hear anything else, I don't want to know anything else. I want to go home. I want ...- And I'm not going to let that Azael get you in trouble. I'm going to use you to bring him here, and I plan to finish him off with my own hands. I will protect you. It's the last thing I get to hear before everything goes black. AZAEL

My eyes followed diligently as his thick fingers stroked his trimmed beard and he kept me roasting in the torrid silence for some seconds before speaking. "Pour daddy a drink, my liloco." The depth of his voice nearly had me trembling. Liloco. His blooming rose. The blossoming rose he could so ruthlessly cut at the stem and watch wither away if he pleased. My gut feeling told me Lucifer was not very pleased with me, but then again, he always makes me this angsty. I quickly poured him his preferred whiskey and presented him with the glass while being victorious in avoiding his searing gaze. I could feel those satanic eyes all over my skin, setting me ablaze as I returned to my initial positio

I froze. How the hell did he know my name? I growled, my eyes flashing with hellfire. "How the hell do you know who I am?" Sebastian's lips curled into a smirk, revealing the tips of his fangs. "Oh, sweetheart. Everyone knows the name of Lucifer's heir and who she is." My hand shot out, gripping his throat. The silver blade in my other hand pressed against his jugular. "Bullshit," I hissed. "I've kept a low profile."

“What just happened to you?” “I walked the fire,” Lyra rasped. “And it walked through me.” Her hands curled into fists at her sides, and for the first time, the flames didn’t devour her—they bowed to her. Seraphine descended slowly through the rift in the sky, her body wreathed in shadows. She no longer looked like a disgraced Luna. Her power had morphed into something darker, unholy. Her ounce-silver eyes now burned black, and her voice echoed as if spoken by a thousand ghosts.

Uncertainty gnawed at me about the number of Xandriel's men lurking on the property, and I knew we lacked the strength to confront them. "Seraphina?" I froze as a man emerged from a nearby room, blocking our path downstairs. He was in his twenties, bore the scars of war, and carried the burden of Xandriel's tainted reputation. Beneath his clothes, old wounds marked his body, reminders of battles witnessed firsthand. "I caught your scent," he said casually, almost surprised by his own detection. "I didn't know you were here."