Seraphim Supernatural Novels & Stories

"The kind you'd never dare look in the eye." Miriam gave her a shove, scandalized. "Stop saying such things! You'll curse us all." But the damage was done. The image hung there, vivid, forbidden, and Seraphine hated that she could see it so clearly in her mind—a man cloaked not in rags or robes, but in something heavier. A presence that didn't beg for mercy, but demanded silence. That night, after Compline, the sisters retired to their dormitory. The long chamber was filled with rows of narrow beds, each draped with thin linen sheets. The room buzzed softly with whispered voices, though silence was expected.

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."

SERAPHINA “Sera, do you need help?” Eros asked, glaring at River. It wasn’t really a question at this point, but if I ever said yes, I’m sure it would be chaos. Eros is the head of security at the Velvet Fang. He’s also a hybrid werewolf-bloodhound demon. He doesn’t acknowledge his demon heritage, and his werewolf blood is more dominant. We all consider him Aida’s honorary beta. He’s very serious with his job, and that’s mostly the reason why I remained unbothered about rude customers aside from the wards surrounding the building.

“You can’t keep running from this. You’re drowning, Selena… it may not be so obvious at the moment, but surely, you’re sinking bit-by-bit.” Selena’s sharp inhale echoes in the room, but before she can respond, there is a creak by the door of the inn. Both young ladies turn, and the world seems to hold its breath—a ripple in the atmosphere that precedes something momentous. The door swings open. Seraphina steps into the inn with an air that is both eclectic and regal. Her presence is effulgent, radiating a raw, dangerous power that none of her family members—neither Valentine nor Chloe, not even Dr. Percy—could ever hope to match. Seraphina embodies something far more ancient, more primal. Sh

Seraphina listened attentively as I poured out my story, my struggles, and my desperate need for answers. With a gentle nod, Seraphina began to weave her magic. She closed her eyes and murmured words that felt ancient and sacred, her hands moving gracefully as if guided by unseen forces. I watched in awe as the room seemed to shimmer with an ethereal glow, as if the very fabric of reality was bending to accommodate the mystical powers at play.

"How's the coven treating you these days?" "So far so good," she replied with a casual shrug, though her eyes drifted toward Rockan as if he'd posed the question. She'd harboured feelings for him since our youth, but he'd never spared her a glance. Seraphina was a practitioner of light magic who had once served our mother faithfully. Though she'd become my close friend, duty called her back to her kind when their coven was liberated from demonic control. Now they stood as sworn allies to Rockan's leadership. "Hello, brother," I offered with an exaggerated bow, my eyes still ablaze with barely contained hostility. He acknowledged me with nothing more than a slight arch of his eyebrow.

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

“Get that cursed thing away from me! I’d rather you burn me with a hot iron than touch me with that damned chain!” The effect was immediate. Whatever enchantment had been placed on Seraphina reacted violently to the holy-water-laced strikes; after only two strikes, her defiance crumbled. She sagged against the restraints, panting, eyes wild with fear. My father stepped closer, his voice low and frightening. “Now answer properly. Who do you serve? Who ordered you to carry out this attack?” Pinned under the hot burn of the holy water, Seraphina couldn’t resist the pressure. Her reply trembled out of her in a shaky whisper. “M-my lord… the one I serve… he’s a night magus… Nareth.”

A black silhouette that stood in stark contrast to the six white wings enveloping her body. The Goddess of Death—Seraphim. “You were supposed to come see me,” she continued.

his aura lashed out, sending goosebumps to every inch of my body. “I am seraphim” I struggle to say amidst the unspeakable pain going through my body system. For a moment, I regret yielding to my father's words. By now, everyone was silent, even if a needle fell off at the moment, it would be heard. “Oh father, see the mess you put me all in the name of your selfishness.” I thought to myself and didn't know when my tear fell on the man's hands. Within the span of a second, I was mercilessly flung to the nearest wall nearby.