Novel & Cerita Seraphim

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.

Restore what was lost. You are the future of Aurelian House. You are the future of the dragons. And the ember remembers. I will be with you, always. Seraphine Aurelian

The word came out broken. He leaned closer and rested his forehead on mine. “I’m here,” he said. “I’m right here, and I’m not going anywhere.” I closed my eyes. The confession sat on the tip of my tongue. I’m Seraphine. I came back for you. I love you and I never stopped. But the mark on my palm flared hotter again and a sharp stab traveled up my arm and into my chest. I gasped. My fingers jerked in his and Rhydian pulled back immediately.

"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.

A blinding, golden light erupted, and I felt the rush of a thousand lifetimes, a cascade of human experience so overwhelming it threatened to strip the skin from my bones. I stood behind them, acting as the stabilizer, my hands on their shoulders, pouring my love, my memories, and my defiance into the connection. I am Seraphina. I am a mother. I am an auditor. I am a woman who loves. I felt the Architect's presence—a cold, calculating consciousness that tried to purge us. It lashed out with reality-bending power, attempting to rewrite the very space we were standing in, trying to turn the chamber into a vacuum.

Leon asked again. "Angelica. Wait, why do you keep asking me? Have you forgotten her?" Owen remember that little girl back then, that girl has a round blue eyes since she is actually half blood, her mother is a filipina-chinese and her father is an American. The little girl also have a wavy long hair that Leon's often plays, she sure will be pretty when she grows up. "Why would I forget her?" Leon answering while crossing his arms in front of his chest.

I outburst in frustration. Damien chuckled. "She'll be fine; she's just afraid. She's awake, Sage, maybe not mentally but physically. She needs assurance that she's safe before she can heal completely and wake." My brows furrowed in confusion. "She's an Afsrid wolf." I didn't say a word yet, but I digested what he had just said.

“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.”

“Who are you? Why did you want to meet us?” The figure turned slightly, revealing a face that was both familiar and unsettling. It was a woman, her features sharp and commanding, with eyes that seemed to pierce through the darkness. There was something almost regal about her, an aura of authority that made her presence both intimidating and compelling. “My name is Seraphina,” she said. “I’m one of the higher-ranking members of the Primordials. I’m here to offer you a chance to understand our motives and intentions.” I narrowed my eyes, taking in her appearance. “And why should I trust anything you say? After everything that’s happened, why would we believe that you’re here to help us?”

Just scars down his spine. He turned. And she gasped. It was Devin. Or rather… a younger version of him. Gaunt. Hollow-eyed. Kneeling in front of a man who looked like his twin — but older, sharper. This one wore a crown of silver bone. “You will become fire,” the crowned man whispered. The young Devin looked up, tears in his eyes. “I don’t want to.” “You don’t have a choice, Ji-hwan. You are Seraphim. You were born to burn.”