Seraphim Novels & Stories

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.

"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."

I pulled him to his feet took him in my arms and went down to meet Emily, I hugged her as well. “You are acting strange Dan. What will you eat for dinner? I told you not to hurt. You hurt yourself last night. I would make some...” Emily was rasping on and on and I listen to all that she said until my eyes caught someone smiling and waving at me. Jamal’s Luna? “It’s Sera. Seraphim, that’s my name.” She chuckled and smiled sweetly at me. “Is this real?” “If you think it is, then yes.” She crosses her hand at her back and nodded thoughtfully.

One thing was made clear, Bree Davidson was almost done, They could both sense her soul exiting inch by inch giving way for the darkness, The daemon began to to advance, it claws extended and it's maw dripping spittle, it eyes black displaying intense hatred "Get ready to die!" it howled and lunged for Moira whose magic instantly deflected it backwards, but unlike before the Wraith landed quite well on it's feet moving back only a few meters, it made another lunge at her There was large crack as the earth split open, and from its depths came the hands of souls dragging and clawing at the demon "Ustanite iz dubina i zatražite pale" Hades called in a raspy voice his eyes glowing a faint yellow

Those eyes are the pure blue-green of the ocean which can drown anyone in its current, along with its long curly eyelashes like the waves which can pull you in its depth. But then suddenly there is a knock at the door. I immediately look away, my heart beating fast as if I’ve just committed a grave sin. Eren’s eyes narrowed. “Let me see.” He gets up from the couch and walks to the door. I follow him and stand behind. He opens the door and I smile as I see the least expected person. Azure Heredia. “Azure.” I say which makes Eren frowns. “What are you doing here?” Azure is breathtaking. He is of white skin, with azure blue eyes. His face is squarely shaped and perfectly shaved. As for his hair

Since the witches returned to her body, Seraph was able to hog on her spiritual energy alone, letting her experience the joy of a spirit with a complete and concrete form. When Seraph raised her head back up, her features were seen and if someone saw them together, they would probably mistake them as sisters as they looked so much alike. Seraph was floating, exuding an orange light. Her long, flowy hair was also gently swaying as she hovered in the air. She looked like a free spirit, and this was true, because she and Amaryah were not equals yet. Seraph was waiting to be branded as she looked at Amaryah with expectant eyes, so Amaryah immediately began chanting.

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.

"A beautiful creature, even in death. I can see why you fixated on it...oooh. The stomach. That will scar even when she is resurrected. Shameful. What is her name?" "Seraphine." He nods gruffly and lowers to the ground, outside the circle and begins to emit energy as he chants. I do not miss him lick the floor beside him to consume a forgotten trail of Sera's blood. "Delicious. I imagine drinking straight from the living host will be much, much better." He cleans his mouth and begins to chant again.

Yours — always a little too much, Seraphina

He can directly draw power from hell; he is said to be Lucifer's first born, and his demon is said to be Calcifer, or the fire of hell. Seraphina was deep in thought when Emmerich put his hand on her shoulder and said, "Believe me when I say that you are not to be blamed for their death. I'm not sure what you saw, what they told you, or why you left without even giving me a glance. But I'm not going to let you punish yourself in this way anymore." He said, and she looked at him, perplexed.