Romans & histoires Seraphim Tattoo Design

“She… stood up to the demon even though he could have snapped his fingers and killed her. She wanted to be with me. There is no doubt that Seraphine was the white light we saw; she radiated purity. I couldn’t smell any other scents on her, either. She’s- Seraphine is a virgin.” My own words made me salivate and I had to swallow it. I hoped that the guys didn’t notice, but it was difficult to contain myself the more I thought about my fated mate. “God, I want to mark her.” My leg began to shake impatiently. A primal urge stirred within me and I quickly tamed it. “Her name is Seraphine Lowell.” “Lowell?” Roderick looked puzzled. Kenton beamed and bounced on his heels like an excited puppy. “Yo

A cruel, dangerous smile spread across her face. "How about we play a little game, Arielle." ***** Moments later, Seraphina stood before her mirror. Her maid Hannah gasped softly. “My lady… you look stunning.” Seraphina was dressed in a stunning, ancient gown of deep blue and silver, embroidered with symbols of old Stormclaw blessings. The design shimmered like moonlight making her look every inch a queen. “Tonight,” she murmured, adjusting the fabric, “history remembers who stands beside the Alpha.”

His voice remained calm but something shifted in his eyes. My wolf surged forward, giving me strength and clarity. Without thinking, without planning, I reached out and grabbed the front of his robe. "Nova, what are you doing?" Seraphina moved forward. I yanked hard, tearing the fabric. Buttons scattered across the floor. There, on the Elder bare chest, was a tattoo. Black ink forming symbols I did not recognize. But I knew what it was immediately. It was a rogue mark. Gasps filled the room. The other elders stood, backing away. The guards reached for weapons.

Lysander shouted as a brilliant, blinding wave of celestial energy exploded from the altar. ​The sphere of light didn't stay inside the pendant. It traveled up the silver-white chain, sinking directly into the hollow of Seraphina’s throat. ​Seraphina gasped, her eyes flying wide as her knees hit the hard white stone floor. She didn't scream, but her chest heaved violently as a fraction of the celestial power flooded her veins, rewriting the silence in her blood. The silver crescent mark on her left wrist and the raven's wing on her right wrist flared to life simultaneously, burning with such intensity that the dark marks seemed to bleed pure light across her skin.

“I can’t protect you when you insist on being stubborn. There are things you don’t understand yet.” Something about the way he said yet made my pulse trip. “My brother sent something,” I said quietly. “Yes.” He crossed the room and set a folded document on the table beside the bed. “Read it.” My hands shook as I unfolded the paper. Nicholas’s seal stared back at me—cold, familiar. Kill her if you want. Just make sure she never returns to Lafayette. If you’re not quick, I’ll do it myself. The words blurred. No contract. No conditions.

Nathan said, beaming. Seraphina nodded with a grin and then looked at the beautiful cage before her which was also made up of grey colour. Happy birthday Seraphina was widely written on it and beautiful candles were illuminating its beauty more. "Go ahead," Nathan spoke. Seraphina looked at her brother, who was standing on her right and then she turned her head and saw him, who was present on her left and was also staring at her with a smile. Seraphina clutched Nathan's hand in her and secretly held Arzal's palm too with her other hand, before closing her eyes and making her wish.

A single desk sat beneath the window, parchment curling at the edges, ink bottles dry. And on the wall, in faded paint, a sigil neither of them had seen before — two flames intertwined, one silver, one black. Lucien stepped closer. “Is that…?” Seraphine nodded slowly. “The twin fire.” Lucien traced the symbol without touching it. “What do you think it means?” “That I was never meant to stand alone,” she whispered. They said nothing for a while. Then Seraphine turned to him. “Tell me something true.” Lucien’s brow lifted. “Just one?”

An hour later, I was in the home office organizing files when my phone buzzed with a text. It was from Seraphina. It was a picture of a tattoo design. I recognized the pattern—the intricate rose on Dante's left chest, encircling a name. That name used to be "Isabella." In this new design, it was "Seraphina." Beneath the photo was a line of text: "It'll be finished tomorrow. Thanks for stepping aside, Isabella." I stared at the picture, remembering when he got that tattoo. It was our first anniversary. He said he wanted to carve my name over his heart, to make me a part of him forever.

The cracked circle surged with black light, and images flashed across the stone cathedrals burning, altars split in two, blood running down Seraphina’s hands. Lucan growled, stepping between her and Astra. “If you touch her” “I already have,” Astra murmured. “You just didn’t notice.” Then her eyes snapped to Seraphina. “Go on, finish the seal. Touch it. Call your name out loud. Let’s see if the world still stands after.” Seraphina stared at the circle. Her hands ached with power. Her rune was burning on her palm, glowing gold and red at once.