Seraphim Novels & Stories

Even though we're not related but I feel a very deep connection with him and I don't know why, he once mentioned that I remind him of Sienna. Since I opened my eyes ten years ago and glared at him I felt a connection. He's the only person close to me right now and I'm not losing him even if I have to die doing so but I'm not dying right now, I have a mission to complete. I'm going for them, I'm going to be their worst nightmare. The queen of terror. They call me, Amphitrite the dark angel.

"You just have to choose. Do you choose to be the victim Caleb tried to save, or do you choose to be the Priestess who saves her King?" The mist parted. Six guards from the Obsidian Crest emerged, their eyes glowing violet. Behind them, Seraphina rode a massive, dark wolf, her face contorted with a frantic, ugly rage. "Silas!" she shrieked. "You traitorous dog! I knew you were too close to the human!" Silas stood his ground, his blade humming. "She’s not a human, Seraphina. She’s your ending." Seraphina laughed, a sharp, jagged sound. "She’s a corpse in a white shift. Guards, kill the Enforcer. Bring me the girl’s heart. My father needs the hybrid blood before the eclipse ends!"

"You're a Phlegeton Demon! You're evil!" Seraphine denied with difficulty, "N-No, I-I'm not." "Seraphine, second-in-command of the Phlegeton Legion. That's you, right? This is a void scroll. Everything that's recorded here is true! How dare you deny it?!" Guerrian's eyes turned bloodshot as he tightened his grip around Seraphine's neck. Seraphine could not move. She had lived in the Celestial Skies for over 300 years. In order to hide her demonic aura, she used up most of her powers, which was why she was always weak.

They were not just soldiers; they were acolytes, a cult of death and darkness. Seraphina was dressed in a flowing red robe, her hair unbound, her face a mask of pure, unadulterated ecstasy. She was not just a woman; she was a conduit, a vessel for a power that was older than the mountains, a power that was consuming her from the inside out. "You're too late," she said, her voice a low, hypnotic murmur that seemed to come from everywhere and nowhere at once. "The ritual has begun. The veil is thin. The old gods are listening."

She asked with a friendly smile, putting Annie at ease. Catching a whiff of the air, Annie couldn't help but ask in surprise, "You... you're a lynx?" Seraphina affirmed with a nod, "Indeed, I am, sweet omega fox. My name is Seraphina, the pack healer, but everyone calls me Sera," as she extended a welcoming hand to Annie. ""Now, both of you, come with me," Seraphina beckoned, turning on her heels and leading them towards a back room. As they walked, Annie couldn't shake the feeling that something was off—not a bad vibe, more like a tickle to her memory.

Lethal like poison yet, captivating, a different vibration accompanied it, like someone played an A zero on a piano. “Do not act smart with me, Seraphina. I won’t hesitate to end your life.” My blood froze. “You are nothing,” he murmured, voice silk over steel. “A pawn in our games.” A shiver ran down my spine. I should’ve been terrified. I should’ve begged him to let me go and indeed I was. I was terrified. He is known for how ruthless he is, killing anyone who dared to cross his path and now, I and my father dared to. However, I met his gaze, my heart racing and I whispered

“WHAT?!” Seraphine raised her hand, and instead of channeling darkness, she focused on every good memory she had. The memory of Lucien’s hug. The memory of her mother’s voice. The memory of what it felt like to be free. “I CHOOSE LIGHT!” she screamed. She pushed her power outward. It wasn't dark anymore. It was silver, pure and bright. “ARRRGH!” Hellspawn screamed as her energy burned him like holy fire. His hand recoiled, loosening its grip. Seraphine fell forward, dropping to the ground, but she didn't run away. She stood up, trembling, and turned her back on him, walking slowly toward the circle.

“Moira was… unbalanced. We’ve spent centuries trying to undo the damage she caused.” “And yet my mates still die.” “Because you keep trying to break a curse you don’t understand.” The witch’s silver eyes found Selene, who’d insisted on being present despite Dorian’s protests. “But she understands, doesn’t she? Or she’s starting to.” Selene’s mark burned at the attention. “Who are you?” “Seraphine. High Priestess of the Lunar Coven.” She smiled, and it was both beautiful and terrifying. “And I’m here to help you not die.”

He immediately inspires confidence and security. Henry is almost as tall as Santo, but he is much more slender in build. He has curly blond hair cut short and sky-blue eyes that shine with kindness and gentleness. What's more, Henry is a hopeless romantic who believes that he will find the love of his life at the corner of a street. Henry is an angel of kindness, and Santo is a demon that the Lord has placed on Earth to remind us of the existence of purgatory. And my husband, Elio, is the only person in this world who can control this demon.

“Jerick is predictable. He’s driven by vengeance and pride. He’s building his force near the Forgotten Peaks, where the terrain is easy to secure but difficult to reinforce. A classic siege position.” I leaned forward, my knuckles resting on the edge of the console. “The problem is the Serpent,” I corrected, using the name Kelvin had adopted for her. “Seraphina is not a wolf. She doesn't have the instinctual flaws we rely on. We need her origin story. Where did she come from, and how does she know the rituals for siphoning Holy Power?” The vision Xian’na had shared—the beautiful, dark woman, the inverted cross, the cold intention to usurp the bloodline—had chilled me to the bone. This wasn't