Seraphim Novels & Stories

“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

After saying that Seraphina again vanished in the shadows. And Dakota understood that it is one of the members of twelve with these powers. The first member that directly come into his path was Seraphina, the master of disguise and deception. She possessed the ability to physically transform into anyone, making her a formidable adversary. Dakota understood that he couldn't let his guard down, as Seraphina could appear as a friend or ally, luring him into a trap. As he cautiously made his way through the dark corridors, Dakota relied on his heightened senses to detect any signs of Seraphina's presence. He knew that he couldn't trust appearances alone and remained vigilant, ready to confront h

There is no escape. He opens the door and when I see he's shirtless, my breath catches. - You know, I don't know how you can have the name of an angel when you're a demon- he whispers dangerously, getting closer and closer to me until he cornered me against the wall. He puts his two arms on either side of my body, and he looks me straight in the eyes, intimidating and explosive, like a time bomb. - You have the name of a demon, Azael- My breathing accelerates at dizzying speed due to the proximity of our lips.

> *It remembered her. The circle cracked. Light exploded. The ward-breaker from the gold-robed member ignited, ripping through the spell like a blade through silk. Seraphine stood in the center of it all — eyes glowing, hair whipping in the magical storm — and **did not fall.** > “I am Seraphine Elowen. > Daughter of flame. > Heir to queens who would not kneel. > And if you try to erase me— > then I will burn my name into the stone of this world.”

“Seraphina, if this came to you in a vision, and if your blood is the key…Do you know what this means?” Seraphina avoided her gaze and continued to look for a dagger though, her cheeks had flushed a bright red. “What does it mean?” Achilles asked them. Seraphina avoided his gaze and continued to busy herself. Helga sent a worried glance towards Seraphina. “What does it mean?” Achilles asked again though, his voice more firm this time. “It means that Seraphina is the same as King Xaveris, a Demi-God of sorts.” Achilles eyes widened at Helga.

Aeron chuckled dragging up a nearby chair and sitting on it backward, we cant! Thanis growled she didn't desert the host she was drafted and ascended into the Seraphim Guard, she's the Seraphim of Mercy now and she's mated too, are you serious? dude thats huge! Ezera cried who is she mated to? The Seraphim of Justice he answered she even has his mark on her neck and their wings even match his are silver and hers is gold you should have seen her today she looked so badass she took down all of the King of hells army total cleansing

Nero said. "A man should keep his word," Anthony replied. "I've always kept mine." "Good." Nero laughed. "Things aren't very peaceful at the northern frontier lately, so I won't stay long. Goodbye." He vanished into the night, leaving just as abruptly as he'd come. Once Nero was gone, Cassian whispered to Griffin, "Who's Seraphine?" "That's Scarlet. Her name is Seraphine King," Griffin answered. "Seraphine, the name of angels. One would imagine that someone named Seraphine is a captivating beauty, whose grace stirs hearts and whose presence enchants souls. It is a pretty name," Cassian mumbled.

I moved. I stepped behind the stranger, my fingers curling into the fabric of his shirt as my body sought shelter where my mind hadn’t yet caught up. My brother’s hostility burned too close too familiar. The stranger didn’t push me away. “Ryder,” he said calmly, without looking at Nicholas. “Loworth Ryder of New Orleans.” The name rippled through the crowd. My stomach dropped. “Are you a warrior?” I whispered, my voice barely holding. “You’ll find out soon,” he replied coolly. Then quieter meant only for me, “Prey eye.”

“Then let it be begun.” Cassian looked toward the broken throne and said, almost with contempt, “What name do we give this patient little ghost of an empire.” Seraphel answered without hesitation. “The Order of the Seraph.” No one smiled. No one objected. Beyond the chamber the world remained black and ruined and new. The wolves had inherited their age. The old blood had gone to ground. Somewhere, perhaps already, some last unseen thread of sacred lineage moved quietly through human flesh, unnoticed by all the world.