Seraphim Oc Novels & Stories

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.

She had been telling herself this for eleven days. Seraphina Voss. I'm twenty-two years old. Formerly of the Ironveil pack, ward classification, Omega rank. Currently employed as a research assistant at the Velmoor Medical Research Institute, Section B, under Dr. Elan. Transferred from Ironveil seven months ago following the Blood Moon Ceremony. The rejected mate. Lyra set the first page down.

Sebestian was breathing hard above him as he slammed in and out over and over again. "aah!! Sebestian, please mark me! I'm ready!" Adom whined as he pulled Sebestian on top of him and scratched his back. He could feel his orgasm nearing, and his channel tightened around Sebestian's hard cock. Sebestian quickened his thrust as he became aware of the knot developing at the base of his thick cock. He was so close, so close, but he wanted to savor the moaning mess beneath him. Adom had his eyes closed, and tears coated his flushed red cheeks. His blush covered his ears and chest adorably, and it got Sebestian's alpha even crazier, seeing his omega enjoying what he did to him.

It wasn’t the battlefield of Obsidian—no, this was another kind of war, one fought with silk, shadows, and whispers. Queen Seraphina sat on a velvet throne carved into the heart of the nightclub, her gown a cascade of midnight. The mortals and lesser beings who filled the dance floor never glanced her way; glamours shielded them from what she truly was. Only those she allowed could see the glint of her crown and the frost of her eyes. She was swirling a glass of blood-red wine when he appeared. Caelum. He moved through the haze with predatory grace, his smile a thin crescent moon. He did not bow. He did not kneel. He simply came close enough for her to catch the faint scent of magic burning

“You think so?’ she beamed with excitement. “Yes, I do.’ Jeremy agreed with a giggle. Seraphina nodded. “Where is Seraphim?’ “He is on the balcony at the palace.’ Jeremy replied. “Ok.’ She ran towards the staircase in the palace. “Be careful and don’t fall down.’ Jeremy yelled after her. Seraphina ran over to the balcony and saw Griffith and Clyde having a conversation between themselves as Seraphim approached Griffith. Was Clyde’s and Griffith’s real name Seraphim and Zephyr? Seraphim smiled warmly. “You are certainly on edge, Zephyr.’ “Seraphim.’ Zephyr exclaimed with a bright smile. “You seem quite able, though you were beaten much more soundly than I. I swear you are a tough one, Zephyr.

With a blend of brotherly love and determination, he managed to grasp him firmly, struggling to contain him and stem the flow of dark energy emanating from him. "Oto, my Alpha, calm down," Seraphim murmured, hoping his words would reach Oto's mind. "Don't let the darkness consume you. Remember who you are and who you love." Seraphim's words appeared to reach Oto amidst the emotional tempest engulfing him. For a moment, their eyes met, and Seraphim felt a connection between their souls.

Aeron chuckled dragging up a nearby chair and sitting on it backward, we cant! Thanis growled she didn't desert the host she was drafted and ascended into the Seraphim Guard, she's the Seraphim of Mercy now and she's mated too, are you serious? dude thats huge! Ezera cried who is she mated to? The Seraphim of Justice he answered she even has his mark on her neck and their wings even match his are silver and hers is gold you should have seen her today she looked so badass she took down all of the King of hells army total cleansing

Yours — always a little too much, Seraphina

"Seraphina is the strongest female warrior of the Silver Moon Clan, the next Alpha, she will not lose." "Yes, Seraphina is a well-deserved female warrior in the werewolf Packs, the proudest daughter of Alpha Andrew, Ariana just learned simple witchcraft, it's just something to scare us." "Seraphina, teach this shameless Omega a lesson!" I heard the werewolves around me start booing, as if they wanted to see my ugly appearance. The arcane forces responded to my call, weaving through the atmosphere like ethereal threads. The room transformed into a battleground of mystical energies, where power and fate entwined.

It only helped fulfill their deepest obsessions, and only if that obsession was absolutely sincere. If your life was happy and peaceful, why would you climb the winding mountain path to the Crystal Temple, offering worship and spending money again and again? Thus, it never truly granted anyone's obsession. It simply led the people deeper and deeper into misery. And Jonathan was its most faithful devotee. The deity once told me, "That mortal Jonathan Perry is holding a string of prayer beads. They were given to him by the wicked mage in the Crystal Temple." Those prayer beads contained the mage's Divine Power. It used the beads to drive Jonathan further into his obsession—into madness.