Seraphim Novels & Stories

Restore what was lost. You are the future of Aurelian House. You are the future of the dragons. And the ember remembers. I will be with you, always. Seraphine Aurelian

The word came out broken. He leaned closer and rested his forehead on mine. “I’m here,” he said. “I’m right here, and I’m not going anywhere.” I closed my eyes. The confession sat on the tip of my tongue. I’m Seraphine. I came back for you. I love you and I never stopped. But the mark on my palm flared hotter again and a sharp stab traveled up my arm and into my chest. I gasped. My fingers jerked in his and Rhydian pulled back immediately.

"How's the coven treating you these days?" "So far so good," she replied with a casual shrug, though her eyes drifted toward Rockan as if he'd posed the question. She'd harboured feelings for him since our youth, but he'd never spared her a glance. Seraphina was a practitioner of light magic who had once served our mother faithfully. Though she'd become my close friend, duty called her back to her kind when their coven was liberated from demonic control. Now they stood as sworn allies to Rockan's leadership. "Hello, brother," I offered with an exaggerated bow, my eyes still ablaze with barely contained hostility. He acknowledged me with nothing more than a slight arch of his eyebrow.

Leon asked again. "Angelica. Wait, why do you keep asking me? Have you forgotten her?" Owen remember that little girl back then, that girl has a round blue eyes since she is actually half blood, her mother is a filipina-chinese and her father is an American. The little girl also have a wavy long hair that Leon's often plays, she sure will be pretty when she grows up. "Why would I forget her?" Leon answering while crossing his arms in front of his chest.

I outburst in frustration. Damien chuckled. "She'll be fine; she's just afraid. She's awake, Sage, maybe not mentally but physically. She needs assurance that she's safe before she can heal completely and wake." My brows furrowed in confusion. "She's an Afsrid wolf." I didn't say a word yet, but I digested what he had just said.

“Who are you? Why did you want to meet us?” The figure turned slightly, revealing a face that was both familiar and unsettling. It was a woman, her features sharp and commanding, with eyes that seemed to pierce through the darkness. There was something almost regal about her, an aura of authority that made her presence both intimidating and compelling. “My name is Seraphina,” she said. “I’m one of the higher-ranking members of the Primordials. I’m here to offer you a chance to understand our motives and intentions.” I narrowed my eyes, taking in her appearance. “And why should I trust anything you say? After everything that’s happened, why would we believe that you’re here to help us?”

Just scars down his spine. He turned. And she gasped. It was Devin. Or rather… a younger version of him. Gaunt. Hollow-eyed. Kneeling in front of a man who looked like his twin — but older, sharper. This one wore a crown of silver bone. “You will become fire,” the crowned man whispered. The young Devin looked up, tears in his eyes. “I don’t want to.” “You don’t have a choice, Ji-hwan. You are Seraphim. You were born to burn.”

Azrael has really gone through a lot of missions and been successful. Seraphine can't look directly as she treats Azrael. She's not intimidated in the presence of others but Azrael is on different level. She could hardly sew Azrael's wound properly and Azrael noticed this “Seraphine what are you doing. Hurry up so what can they do to Akira we need to hurry” Azrael said with mixed annoyance Seraphine realized and quickly sewed up Azrael's wound after which Azrael put on his black suit with Kevlar.

Something messier and more alive, the specific quality of beings who were figuring something out in real time rather than implementing a predetermined plan. _*]:min-w-0 gap-3"> The Seraph's six wings were doing something wings were not supposed to do, generating sound rather than simply catching currents, the specific sound of exhaustion releasing into something else, harmonics that had been pressed into the service of prescribed praise for longer than anyone present could fully account for, finally finding their own frequency. _*]:min-w-0 gap-3"> The Cherub was building. _*]:min-w-0 gap-3">

Something jealous flashed in his eyes. He caught my chin in one hand and forced my head up. “Who were you talking to?” Before I could answer, he wrenched the message stone from me, and the moment his own divine power registered in it, a small, possessive smile touched his lips. “Sweetheart, I see. You’re jealous.” He looked at the burns on my body, and something softened in his eyes that wanted to be tenderness. “Seraphina is the Goddess of Flame. A mortal cannot defy her. You understand?”