Seraphim Supernatural Novels & Stories

A growl from Hunter brought her back to alert, and in the next instant, she was able to stop two more trees from hitting not only herself and Gavin, but Aiden and the other wolves as well. “So, that’s your decision.” Seraphina sighed with disappointment “Very well, then. We will do what is necessary to purify your soul and open your paths. Even if it means losing a potential slave or two…” As the witch spoke, the confusion of smells flooded the noses of Corinne and all the other wolves and tigers that were there with them, just a second before several shifters of various species, some mercenaries and others with strange white eyes, almost milky, as if they were no longer completely rational,

It was Hell. Memories of Demetri wormed in and out of my head. I could see him, but I couldn't seem to wake myself to get back to him. Was he doing this to me? "Seraphina," His voice called out to me, but I could not move or respond. I was too entranced by the sight before me proving that I was not alone in this dimension. Her abnormally pale skin and dull, light brown hair made her look significantly older than the last time I had seen her, but maybe that was because she was dead.

Damien plugged the drive into his holopad and frowned. “Siberia,” he muttered. “Of course.” Ava narrowed her eyes. “This place Project Nephilim it’s not a lab. It’s a womb.” Seraphina was no longer just a prototype. Her pod had drained. She now stood upright, dressed in a thin, silver gown that shimmered like liquid mercury. Her hair fell in wet curls past her shoulders, and her eyes unnaturally large and silver-flecked glowed faintly even in the dark.

Seraphina looked at Silas, her hand touching his gold-and-sapphire skin one last time. "I didn't die thirty years ago to see you become a puppet, Silas," she whispered. She turned and lunged for the Silver Alpha, her liquid-gold aura expanding into a massive, world-ending wing of starlight. "I am the original 'Heresy'!" Seraphina roared. "And the Queen is closing the account!"

Power surged upward in violent columns, tearing open a gateway between worlds. And within that light Seraphine stepped through. She did not look human anymore. Her eyes glowed silver-white, pupils dissolving into pure radiance. Her hair floated weightlessly around her, threaded with strands of light. Her skin shimmered faintly, inscribed with glowing sigils that pulsed with each heartbeat. She looked like a goddess descending into hell. “Seraphine,” Lucien breathed. Her gaze snapped to him instantly. For one fragile moment, the chaos faded.

I would scream at this damn machine if it weren't for the little baby suckling peacefully at Orchidid's breast next to me. "You're talking about people, not commodities," I hiss. Orchidid 's hand touches my shoulder. "Orchid," she says in a pacifying voice. "Remember. The seraph is a machine. He doesn't think like you and me." She's right, of course. I take a deep breath to calm my nerves. “Look around,” Seraph says. "Aren't you omegas valued?"

Haneul greeted. The Seraph only blinked. He seemed to have just awoken from a deep sleep. Being the highest order of angels, Seraphs didn't usually come down from the First Sphere. They did all their work there, closest to the Creator. Their transparent wings burning red-orange against the vast space of the Macroverse. Sometimes, they don't even bother taking a human form.

Enril has taken it upon himself to inform everyone that young Luc perished from freezing. Gil has remained indoors the entire time, while Leía avoids her father due to her lingering blue eyes. She explains that she is accompanying Gil under the Alpha's directive. Seraphim grapples with understanding his true identity as an Elder and a wise primordial Archon. Despite his evolving role, he struggles to master all aspects of his new responsibilities. Disagreeing with Enril and Aren's plan to eliminate Luc, he feels powerless to intervene. Seraphim dedicates himself to clandestinely observing the Elders' actions, currently within the residence of Elder Honoré.

He can directly draw power from hell; he is said to be Lucifer's first born, and his demon is said to be Calcifer, or the fire of hell. Seraphina was deep in thought when Emmerich put his hand on her shoulder and said, "Believe me when I say that you are not to be blamed for their death. I'm not sure what you saw, what they told you, or why you left without even giving me a glance. But I'm not going to let you punish yourself in this way anymore." He said, and she looked at him, perplexed.

“I apologize about yesterday. I heard you all came to visit me. Seraphina must be mad at me for not listening to her and ended up hurting myself. I’m going to have an earful once she sees I’m awake.’ Seraphim explained with a calm expression as he rested his back on the pavement beside Zephyr. “Those Alphas and vampires, they visit me every single day, taking advantage of my weakened state and surrounding me like bees. I know what they want from me, which makes me feel so disgusted. It’s quite tedious, really. I love my peace and quiet. I wish just once I could send them away out of my sight. They are such a pest with no soul but wicked ambitions in their hearts,’ he stated with a sigh. The