Seraphim Supernatural Novels & Stories

THE SERAPHIM REALM The Seraphim Court existed in a space between the mortal world and the supernatural realms...a dimension accessible only to those with succubus blood or those specifically invited. It was a place of impossible beauty and subtle danger, where desire itself was architecture and pleasure was currency. At the heart of the Court stood the Palace of Eternal Night....a sprawling structure of dark crystal and obsidian that seemed to absorb light rather than reflect it. In the throne room, empty for twenty-three years, a gathering was taking place.

I didn’t remember lying down. The dream started slowly, the way the worst ones always did. Dark water, or something like water, closed over my head without any sensation of drowning. Then came a voice, soft and old, patient in a way that made the hair on my arms rise before I even understood what it was saying. “Seraphine.” I turned in the dark, but there was nothing to turn toward, no shape or light, only the voice pressing in from every direction at once. “You know that name,” it said. “That’s perfect, means you remember what you are, even wearing what you’re not.”

This was horrible. “Then why aren't you stopping it?!” I demanded. “Because no rules are being broken.” My lips parted in disbelief. “People are taking advantage of them!” “No,” he corrected flatly. “The Seraphinas are just amplifying desire, not mind controlling anyone. In case you still don't get the concept, Seraphinas are rare female werewolves with special scents that stabilizes Lycans, especially during the heat cycle when we grow aggressive.” Oh.

When I reach the place, I hear Sunny croak out. "Hola mi querido niña." Seraphim, "Oh dear you finally came. I don't know how much longer we could have held up. The dark magic is draining us." I could barely hold in the sobs. Lucifer claims to love Seraphim but subjects her to such inhumane treatment. Seriously, who does that. They have lost their vibrance and their eyes are dull and lost their lustre. I feel myself getting angry but take deep breaths to calm down.

“Jerick is predictable. He’s driven by vengeance and pride. He’s building his force near the Forgotten Peaks, where the terrain is easy to secure but difficult to reinforce. A classic siege position.” I leaned forward, my knuckles resting on the edge of the console. “The problem is the Serpent,” I corrected, using the name Kelvin had adopted for her. “Seraphina is not a wolf. She doesn't have the instinctual flaws we rely on. We need her origin story. Where did she come from, and how does she know the rituals for siphoning Holy Power?” The vision Xian’na had shared—the beautiful, dark woman, the inverted cross, the cold intention to usurp the bloodline—had chilled me to the bone. This wasn't

" With those words, Seraphine made a strange movement, her body morphing into that of a magnificent wolf. Her fur shimmered with a mystical aura, and Tigreal was awestruck by her transformation. She was not just a beautiful but deadly wolf; she possessed hidden supernatural powers and enchantments. In a display of agility and grace, Seraphine leaped forward, landing gracefully in front of Tigreal. She moved with such fluidity that it seemed as though she danced upon the very air itself. Before Tigreal could react, he found himself pinned to the ground, his limbs held in a firm grip by Seraphine's powerful jaws.

"Dammit! Seraphina!" Seraphina didn't hesitate. She leapt into the air, her red and silver aura trailing behind her like a comet. "Step away from my daughter!" she commanded, her voice vibrating with authority. She brought her glowing hand down, casting a bolt of pure divine wrath that struck the brute dead-on. The creature shrieked as it disintegrated into nothingness. Luna gasped, sweating from the exertion of holding back the magical traps. "Thanks, Mom. That was... a little too close."

“I suppose we should drag Bethel out of bed then.” “Seraphina’s a what?” Aurelia shouted through the garden. Achilles shot her a glare, “Will you keep your voice down! I said, she may be a demi-god by blessing.” “What the hell does that even mean?” Achilles rolled his eyes, “King Xaveris was a demi-god, no it wasn’t a legend. He was a demi-god by blessing, not by birth. From what Helga explained, if Seraphina’s blood was accepted as an offering to use Spirit magic then, she may be a demi-god.”

He sighs, pushing his brows together, "Because Seraph Warriors are not human." Gulp. You don't need to worry, Katie." Zack tries to console me, "It's clear that your destiny was set a long time ago-you are our Seraph Sovereign now. You may mate with whomever you please." "Seraph Sovereign?" I repeat, trying to wrap my brain around the non-human thing but also, remembering what Aunt Kelly told me. A Seraph is actually...an Angel? Yeah, that was it. I try to swallow but can't get past the dryness. "And now I'm Dominic's mate? Can this possibly be real?" I begin to tremble, part of me hoping-no, praying-Dominic shows back up and flies me the hell out of here.

Azrael has really gone through a lot of missions and been successful. Seraphine can't look directly as she treats Azrael. She's not intimidated in the presence of others but Azrael is on different level. She could hardly sew Azrael's wound properly and Azrael noticed this “Seraphine what are you doing. Hurry up so what can they do to Akira we need to hurry” Azrael said with mixed annoyance Seraphine realized and quickly sewed up Azrael's wound after which Azrael put on his black suit with Kevlar.