Novel & Cerita Seraphim

The souls of these people are pure, and their auras sparkle with silver. Most bearers of Selene's gift live in their mountaintop cities. This is possible thanks to their unique Power - when a seraphim is faced with a life-threatening situation, its energy can take on a physical form in the form of wings. Unlike our Power, which cannot be seen and is impermanent, the Seraphim's Power takes on a physical form and remains so forever. At the same time, their magical abilities decrease, so many seraphim own weapons, compensating for what they have lost.

“This isn’t a hybrid. It’s an illusion of the gods.” “Model Seraphim. A mimetic. Capable of infiltrating any social structure. Irresistible beauty, programmed empathy, body language trained to mold itself to whoever observes it. Artificial intelligence integrated with magical psyche. It doesn’t just deceive — it enchants. It can assume the role of spy, messenger, confidant. It is the perfect weapon to destabilize governments… Or seduce key targets.” Sasha didn’t respond immediately. His gaze was sharp, but there was something more. A spark of fascination. Of distrust.

eight in a teardrop form. I heard the humans scream for victory. Raising their weapon in the sky to show Victory. I saw hope in the lost souls too. I saw a paper with pride written on it, burned before it touched my hand. The task is done and the seven deadly sins are gone. The barrier gets thick again. The heaven opens and the seven archangels kneel including Michael who is fighting the Nephilims to protect the humans. I defeated Samael and he is gone, same with Maria. The Nephilim that he help to escape just to give terror to humans are gone too. As well as his army of angels. They all turned into ash one by one as when their master got defeated. Husk and Tusk returned to themselves. A cu

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.

“No, Mathias, you need to listen to me. When I met Nevaeh, I was scared. I was scared of what I felt for her and what might happen to her if she entered my world. Since we’ve gotten here, you’ve experienced a variety of things that have shaken your world. But I have to tell you, you’re being an idiot.” My head snaps forward at his comment. Not a lot of people dare speak to me in such a tone. I’m Mathias Black, head of the Council. A centuries-old Seraphim who has killed legions. Giving Mikhail my most withering scowl, I manage to grit out, “I think you need to walk away, Mikhail.”

Numb the pain. I wanted something now, not to numb the pain though, but to wipe what I'd seen from my head. How could I lock away what he'd shown me? There wasn't a trinket box big enough to hold that horror. Behold the Seraphim , he'd said. Born of fire . The Great Winged Serpents. Caretakers of the Throne. Destroyers of the First. Changeless. Eternal . The Highest of the Most High . They are your gods. They are your saviours, your judgement and your damnation.

Michael nods, “Though we are fallen, we can sense most angelic bloodlines. Your lineage is quite strong. Your father must be an ancient Seraphim.” “Yeah, he’s pretty old,” she answers cheekily. Michael and I chuckle in response because even the oldest Seraphim isn’t as old as we are. We were the first. “My brother Kell and his mate were unable to come here due to scheduling conflicts, but they are working on helping Lana as well. Mara is a Breija and is working on her visions to see if she can glean any information on the Destroyer’s prophecy. She also has the power to absorb and interpret information from scriptures.” Mikhail s

"The kind you'd never dare look in the eye." Miriam gave her a shove, scandalized. "Stop saying such things! You'll curse us all." But the damage was done. The image hung there, vivid, forbidden, and Seraphine hated that she could see it so clearly in her mind—a man cloaked not in rags or robes, but in something heavier. A presence that didn't beg for mercy, but demanded silence. That night, after Compline, the sisters retired to their dormitory. The long chamber was filled with rows of narrow beds, each draped with thin linen sheets. The room buzzed softly with whispered voices, though silence was expected.

I lament almost in tears. My mother holds me by the arm and leads me to one of the sofas where we both sit on it and she gives me a critical look. "When you mindlinked me earlier about your sudden visit, I knew there was something. Talk to me honey, what's going on over there?" "Mum, it's Cassie. Cassie is trying to steal Elijah from me" "Who the hell is Cassie?" "Cassie, the Alpha of the West Wing Pack. She is Elijah's mate and she lives with us in the castle. She is trying to take Elijah away from me"