Seraphim Vs Angel Novels & Stories

I begin to exclaim when Eros's words suddenly replay in my mind. Far from, darling. Just wait and see. "Fuck my life... that son of a bitch was right. It was real." I state, feeling as though a bucket of cold water has been thrown over me. "I'm guessing your referring to meeting with the Gods who marked you?" he asks, and I nod my head. "Yes, it's very real. Greek gods and angels are both real. Us angels, are descendants from the Greek Gods themselves. Here to aid them when they please." he begins to explain.

I greeted him and kissed him. "Thank you!" he thanked "Oh! By the way, let me introduce you to someone," he said, my brows furrowed. He stood up and I followed him with my gaze, my chest throbbed when I saw the man he was talking to. "Devi!" I was slightly surprised when Shaun mentioned my name "This is Alex, my friend." Shaun said and gave me a sly grin. Dang! I didn't think that he was the guy who crashed my car and was with Tim in the picture. Why did I just realize it now?! My God! Devi!

Their eyes glowed like living suns, and each step they took scorched the underworld floor. “Beautiful,” Malik whispered, his voice dark velvet over the roar of molten rivers. “And deadly. Stay close.” I nodded, feeling the pulse of the mark on my chest respond, coiling like a living flame. They think they can take us? The first Seraphim struck without warning, wings slicing the air, sword glowing white-hot. Shadows rippled under my feet as I stepped forward, hands raised. Smoke shot out, wrapping around the angel like chains of night. Fire followed, molten and black, curling and bending to my will.

There are three celestial orders: The Lowest (angels and archangels) The Middle (Dominions, Virtues, Powers) And the Highest (Thrones, Cherubim, Seraphim) Seraphim can't be made from mortals. Only from the hand of God. But Thrones? Thrones can be reborn from other beings. Thrones enforce divine justice. That's what I am now. The firebrand. The judge. The balancer of scales. “You can transform into your other forms, Jacob,” the voice of God says. “How, Father?” I ask.

He took us in after the Supernatural Council tried to execute us. As for me, I’m a Nephilim. A Nephilim is what we call a supernatural who is part angel and part human. I have long black feathered wings, claws, and fangs. My eyes glow like a blue glow stick when I change into my Nephilim form. Angels don’t have fangs or claws. Alex told me that for a long time, angels believed that Nephilim was unnatural. It was against divine law or something for angels and humans to mix; nevertheless, they have children together. It didn’t help that Nephilim have claws and fangs. Some feel that we are closer to being demons than angels.

They are all arranged in their sizes, from smaller to bigger ones. "It's like I've read almost all of these books. They're all familiar to me." Sumire said to herself as she read the titles on the side of the book. The maiden continued to look further inside. Sumire went to the left side of the wall when she saw the painting of three biblical angels: The first one is the Cherubim, an animal-human hybrid, depicts as having four faces facing each direction: that of a lion, an ox, an eagle, and a human. They have straight legs, four wings, and bull hooves for feet that gleam like polished brass. One set of wings covers their body, and the other is used for flight. Followed with Seraphim, “the f

he raised his hand, blood and light merging, “…am its vessel.” His skin cracked; silver‑laced bone spines sprouted, forming blazing white wings. “I am Seraphim.” Above, the holy circle widened, and from its center a pair of colossal wings of light unfurled, covering half the city. --- Back with Evelyn. The ground shook. A beam of energy pierced the clouds and struck where she stood. Evelyn was hurled back, clutching Lucien to her chest. “Evelyn Cross.” Alaric’s voice boomed across the skypart angel, part demon.

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.

I waved my hand, “Wolve Winner over here.” Anthony disentangled himself from Mischief, casting me a wary glance. Mischief, however, curled his lip. “Wolve Winner,” he mimicked, “a god who doesn’t care over here.” A god? I stumbled backwards, catching myself against the wall. I trembled as I rubbed Zhen in my pocket. The Realm of the Seraphim was a realm of lords? Huh, that really did explain the ego…and the sarcasm. A werewolve, an angel, and a god all living in the House of Heights with me: it was like the start of a bad joke.

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.”