Seraphim Oc Novels & Stories

Seraphina walked towards her dressing table and took her strawberry flavor lip moisturizer and applied it over her lips because her lips were extra sensitive . She unwrapped the towel which was wrapping around her head and let her wet long hair fall all over her body and face. She was patting her head and hair dry with the towel when unintentionally her eyes fell on her mirror again but Seraphina felt like her soul froze whereas her heart beat halted by watching that reflection on the mirror which was behind her. She immediately turned around and her eyes widened in pure horror and shock, watching those icy grey eyes staring at her with that cavernous sinfulness in them for her.

"Phina, I can only hold this opening for a few seconds! The void energy is too dense for my physical strikes—it needs to be purified!" Seraphina looked at the altar. At its center, the Stone of Life—once a beacon of warm, universal colors—was trapped inside a cage of jagged, black crystals, weeping dark ooze that fed the vortex. "I know what I have to do," Seraphina said, her voice dropping into a deadly, serene calm. She stepped past Ryan’s shoulder, her pale hands beginning to glow with a brilliant, blinding white light. "Seraphina, wait!" Ryan caught her arm, his dark eyes wide with sudden panic. "You don't have your immortal vessel anymore! Pouring that much divine light through a mortal

They set it on the table and stepped back. The King gestured for me to come closer. “Behold,” he said softly. “The future.” He opened the case. Inside were small glass vials, each containing a single dark capsule that pulsed faintly with light as if alive. “What are those?” I asked. He lifted one between his fingers, admiring it like a jewel. “Perfection,” he whispered. “A synthesis of magic and science. Human creation meets supernatural evolution.” He handed it to me. “They call it ‘Seraphine’. A human invention, refined by my alchemists. It multiplies one’s strength, speed, and power, tenfold. Even the weakest omega could crush a warrior under its influence.”

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.

“That is becoming a recurring problem.” Her eyes held mine. “Seraph.” The syllables landed strangely in the room after the Omega had spoken them, no longer as shock but as definition, and yet still something in Greyfen’s collective body tightened around them. A remembered danger. A reverence old enough to embarrass the modern mind and therefore perhaps more powerful for surviving it.

Sleep did not cradle her gently. It consumed her. Dragged beneath dark waters, Seraphine felt her rosary coiled around her palm like chains. But chains snapped easily in dreams. The chapel stretched into infinity—towering arches, stained glass bleeding rivers of color across cold marble. Crimson pooled like blood, sapphire dripped like midnight, gold blazed like fire. Incense smoke coiled thick and heavy, clinging to her lungs, to her skin. Barefoot, she walked the aisle. Each step echoed too loud, her habit brushing her ankles, veil trailing like spilled ink.

“This is my fight too now. I’m not hiding while you deal with everything.” He didn’t argue. We walked to the meeting room together. His hand stayed on my lower back the whole way. Seraphina was already there, pacing. When she saw us, she stopped. “I found something,” she said. “One of my contacts got a sample of the serum. It’s real. The second phase activates with Draven’s scent or voice. It could weaken the bond. Make you… drawn to him instead.” I felt sick. Kael’s hand tightened on my back.

It gave Seraphina the delusion that she actually had power. "How dare you, Seraphina? Who the hell do you think you are?" Vivian was shaking. In a blind fit of rage, she swung her arm and slammed the phone against the wall. The screen shattered into a spiderweb of glass. As an omega, she didn't have a predatory aura to throw around. Instead, she leaked pheromones. The scent that was usually a fake, engineered sweetness turned toxic. It went sour, rotting like stagnant water in a basement until the room smelled like something had died.

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."

A sickening crack came from there, enough to tell me that she was dead. “Kaden Caelthorn. I was hoping to reduce our audience but it seems the girl still has a lot to learn,” Seraphina said, stepping fully into the light of the Moon. She was completely naked save for a small scrap of red clothing that hung loosely off her arms. When Seraphina looked at me, anger flooded my veins. This was not family resemblance. She was wearing my mate’s face.