Seraphim Oc Novels & Stories

“Is Auri sad?” Seraphine brushed his hair back gently. “She’s overwhelmed,” she said. “And I’m going to help her.” She slipped a small charm into his palm — silver, etched with a crescent rune. “If Aurelia ever seems frightened,” Seraphine continued softly, “give this to her. It will help her calm down.” Lucas nodded solemnly. “I promise.” Seraphine stood. At the door, she paused. “Oh,” she added, smiling over her shoulder. “Don’t tell anyone about this. It’s our secret.”

He simply walked, and the world seemed to bend around him. By the time he reached the ruins, the temple stood half-collapsed, ancient stones covered in black vines and shadow. Seraph’s essence had taken form again, a tall, flickering figure made of smoke and stolen light. He stood at the center of the broken temple, breathing hard. When he saw Rowan approaching, he laughed. “So the little omega finally decided to play god,” Seraph said. His voice echoed strangely in the open air. “You should have stayed in the palace with your kings. This place will be your grave.”

Sleep. "Seraphine has devised her own plan. You see, Sera can now possess a body. The others do not know this. Sera intends to infiltrate Yeomorah's side by possessing key people, until she is able to get close enough to possess Yeomorah himself. If she can possess him, she will disorient him enough that Ezekiel can finish him off." "Go on." Ezekiel urges. "If this plan fails, and Yeomorah trues to possess me to turn on my own, Seraphine will possess me and give him a time over it. It takes lots energy and focus to operate two bodies at once."

“I’ll patch in and rewrite the command script—if he doesn’t wake up first.” Aurora moved to cover him. Elias and Kai took flanking positions. Asher stayed by Damien’s side, wide-eyed but steady. Null knelt and began working. Seconds passed. Then the cradle twitched. A groan of metal. A crackle of static. Seraph opened his eyes. No pupils. Just pale, glowing white. And he moved. Fast. Too fast. The cradle burst apart as Seraph lunged down, landing between them with a heavy, unnatural grace. In one seamless motion, he sent Elias flying with a backhand and grabbed Kai by the throat, lifting him effortlessly.

“You know, Ren, you haven’t even told us much about your mate. What’s she like?” I let his words sink in. I let him rope my thoughts and guide them away from the rage. “Small,” I breathed. “She smelt like vanilla and peaches hidden under a coat of ash.” Seraphine was the most beautiful woman I had ever laid eyes on, but I didn’t want to be shallow. I paused and recounted our first meeting. “She… stood up to the demon even though he could have snapped his fingers and killed her. She wanted to be with me. There is no doubt that Seraphine was the white light we saw; she radiated purity. I couldn’t smell any other scents on her, either. She’s- Seraphine is a virgin.”

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

Up close, the intelligence in those eyes was unmistakable. “You brought this here,” she said softly. The creature didn’t speak. But it slowly pushed the crystal closer to her. Offering it. Seraphine hesitated. The Immortal immediately caught her wrist. “Careful.” “Why?” “That thing wasn’t meant for humans.” Seraphine met his eyes. “I’m not exactly human anymore.” He didn’t argue. Slowly, cautiously, Seraphine reached out. The moment her fingers touched the crystal— The world exploded with sound.

"Of course boss. You can trust me on that." What Ezekiel could just not bear to do was to sit down yet again un front of Silas Astor and have a conversation about marrying his other daughter while another woman's voice was living somewhere in his chest. Something that kept him late at night and caused him so much mental guilt. He looked at Philip who was standing with his tablet and his professional neutrality, probably waiting for any other further instructions. "That is all." "Alright." Philip turned to go. "One more thing." Philip turned back. Ezekiel looked at the surface of his desk for half a minute before looking up. "Vespera Nightingale. The actress currently in production with Jerry

Azriel The stench of ozone, chemical foam, and decaying flesh vanished the moment I scented her. Seraphina. She was pinned against the shattered glass, a small, midnight-black wolf held by the throat, her ribs barely moving as her life force flickered like a dying candle in a hurricane. The sight of her—weak, and inches from death—didn't trigger a chaotic explosion of rage this time. Thanks to Kieran’s training, the fury hardened instantly into a cold, diamond-sharp focus. My wolf and I acted as one perfect body.