Romans & histoires Seraphim Supernatural

I watched his finger moving in circles on the surface of the polished metal table top. "I know, I'm not worthy, besides there have been many young bucks sniffing around intent on courting her. Even an angel came knocking at my door," he said with wide eyes as if still in shock about it. I grinned as Salgos told me about the angel that had taken an interest in Cyra. Apparently he had come when Lucifer was busy with us in the human realm. "He's an attractive man, shoulder length black wavy hair and blue, blue eyes. He has black feather wings. His name was Seraph and he's the son of Abaddon." I gasped softly and swallowed uncomfortably not realizing he had another son besides Ronin.

The Seraphim further shines out due to its attractive appeal. The description commented on the Seraphim's fundamental attributes. Nothing in it hinted at anything metaphysical, yet the System still gave him an F in X-Factor. Ves almost couldn't believe it. The Seraphim, a kludgy variant of the four hundred year old Fantasia model, carried the potential to ignite a mech pilot's performance beyond its pinnacle. "What makes the Seraphim so special? The R2-E, Phantasm and Nomad are also based off the Fantasia, but why don't they have a whiff of X-Factor?"

“This isn’t a hybrid. It’s an illusion of the gods.” “Model Seraphim. A mimetic. Capable of infiltrating any social structure. Irresistible beauty, programmed empathy, body language trained to mold itself to whoever observes it. Artificial intelligence integrated with magical psyche. It doesn’t just deceive — it enchants. It can assume the role of spy, messenger, confidant. It is the perfect weapon to destabilize governments… Or seduce key targets.” Sasha didn’t respond immediately. His gaze was sharp, but there was something more. A spark of fascination. Of distrust.

Numb the pain. I wanted something now, not to numb the pain though, but to wipe what I'd seen from my head. How could I lock away what he'd shown me? There wasn't a trinket box big enough to hold that horror. Behold the Seraphim , he'd said. Born of fire . The Great Winged Serpents. Caretakers of the Throne. Destroyers of the First. Changeless. Eternal . The Highest of the Most High . They are your gods. They are your saviours, your judgement and your damnation.

The woman behind the desk frowned deeply, her eyes widening in absolute shock as she stared at the two powerful supernaturals skidding to a halt in front of her station. "Wait, wait," the woman muttered, her voice shaking as she looked them up and down. "Oh... you are not one of these. You are not dead. I can smell life pouring out of you. So why are you here? Who gave you access to this place?" "Who gave us access to this place doesn't matter," Seraphina said coldly. She stepped in front of the desk, her ice-blue eyes glowing with a terrifying, lethal light that made the woman shrink back. Her voice was steady, but I could hear the desperate tremor underneath it. "We want her back. We came

He says as he patrols the perimeter with a stern gaze. "Yeomorah?" "Likely. The biggest threat right now is her mother. You cannot let her have Sera." "Why deny her her own mother?" "Seraphine should never have been born. She is a mistake in our bloodline. Her mother wishes to legitimize her, in both of our families. Her mother's father is ill. He has lived more than several lifetimes for their kind, and now he wishes to prolong his life. Seraphine is key to that. Ezekiel is not a good man, he has long fallen from his God. He is a fallen angel. He conceived Ivara with a human woman. He has conceived several other children over centuries, and ever so often he calls on one to sacrifice a child

She wraps her arm around Mikhail’s forearm. Michael smiles at the young mates, “It’s beautiful to see so many mated couples. In our time, it was a rare thing. Lana was the first and only archangel. Most rare females are Seraphims or half-bloods.” Nevaeh’s smile widens. “Weirdly enough, neither of you have called me a Nephilim like everyone else.” Michael nods, “Though we are fallen, we can sense most angelic bloodlines. Your lineage is quite strong. Your father must be an ancient Seraphim.”

Eden - or the black-haired apprentice wizard who was trying his best to coddle his brother - automatically shook his finger and charmed a few Clean spells on the floor before Balan forced him to do this. He groused: "I didn't write it on the test!" The First Blood fang of a vampire was the fang that fell out after they reach adulthood. It was very soft but had a wonderful protective effect - especially when it had a little bit of magic of elf - and was extremely, extremely, extremely sensitive to magical rituals involving blood. Balan sincerely prayed to all the gods that had ever been in the world that that young fang - damn it, he was infected with Eden's word habit - would be able to prot

Her eyes were gazing at Benjamin's lifeless eyes, until she felt that presence coming closer to her. Seraphina took her teary eyes upward and her soul clenched in extreme amounts of horror by watching that voracious sinner, who had just committed that ruthless sin, taking his predacious step closer to her. His barbaric grey orbs were penetrating her soul with its vicious intensity. His jaw was still tightened. The fatal deadliness in his eyes had turned more merciless. Seraphina clutched her clothes, feeling his every step, reducing the distance between their bodies. That demonic human was getting closer to her, which made Seraphina start taking her steps backward, away from him.

Was this reunion truly as innocent as it seemed? Before I could voice my concerns, a hush fell over the room. The air crackled with anticipation as an elderly figure, adorned in ancient robes, stepped forward—a revered seer who held the power of prophecy within his ancient bloodline. His voice carried a weight of knowledge as he addressed us all. "Seraphina," the seer intoned, his voice grave yet laced with a hint of foreboding, "your path is intertwined with both light and darkness, and the choices you make will shape the fate of not only your own heart but the entire werewolf lineage."