Seraphim Novels & Stories

I echoed, though the words tasted like ash. When I left the chamber, everything felt like a nightmare. I walked until I reached the balcony overlooking the valley below. The city slept, unaware of the monster building an army in its heart. I pulled the vial from my pocket, holding it up to the moonlight. The liquid shimmered, red bleeding into black. Seraphine. A weapon that could turn every creature into a god… or a corpse.

His best friend, known as Seraphina, possessed an ancient knowledge of the supernatural world and had always been a reliable source of guidance. As Mr. Haven made his way through the bustling streets, his mind filled with questions and anticipation, he couldn't help but marvel at the vibrant energy of the city around him. Seraphina resided in a grand mansion nestled in the heart of a secluded enclave, a sanctuary where vampires and humans coexisted harmoniously. The mansion stood as a testament to the enduring bond between Mr. Haven and Seraphina, forged over centuries of unwavering friendship.

I tried to go upstairs but Nicholas's words stopped me. “You can't see her yet. She is being attended to by Seraphina,” Seraphina is here? Seraphina is a witch from the white witches’ clan. The white witches’ were the most powerful witches in the supernatural realm presently. In the past, it was the Gemini witches' who were the most powerful until their clan was wiped out making them extinct.

The chamber trembled as a blinding light radiated from her, pushing back against the darkness. Darius's confidence wavered for a moment, but he quickly composed himself, a wicked smirk curling upon his lips. "You think you can defeat me, Seraphina? You're just a mere mortal." Seraphina's eyes blazed with determination, her voice unwavering. "I may be mortal, but I am guided by something far greater than you can comprehend. Love and unity will prevail." With a wave of her hand, Seraphina summoned a surge of divine energy, fierce and unstoppable. The chamber shook as rock formations crumbled, and Darius struggled to maintain his footing.

Her eyes were gazing at Benjamin's lifeless eyes, until she felt that presence coming closer to her. Seraphina took her teary eyes upward and her soul clenched in extreme amounts of horror by watching that voracious sinner, who had just committed that ruthless sin, taking his predacious step closer to her. His barbaric grey orbs were penetrating her soul with its vicious intensity. His jaw was still tightened. The fatal deadliness in his eyes had turned more merciless. Seraphina clutched her clothes, feeling his every step, reducing the distance between their bodies. That demonic human was getting closer to her, which made Seraphina start taking her steps backward, away from him.

When he got to Vespera, she was asked which cartoon character she really loved and she replied: "The Goddess from the Sinbad cartoon." Ezekiel’s eyes twitched. His fists tightened and his hand holding the phone shook. The voices from the device only sank into the background of his mind as he stared at the smiley Vespera with less subconscious. Lorna's favourite character was also the Goddess Eris from Sinbad, Legend of the Seven Seas.

"I won't let them harm us." Aunt Cleo's voice sliced through the air like a warning bell, her words laced with urgency and gravity. "Aqua, you need to grasp the true threat of the coven. They're not just ordinary casters. Each possesses unique abilities, ranging from unnaturally swift regeneration and inhuman strength to the sinister power to manipulate creatures and even people, turning them into spies. Some even boast of an unnerving form of immortality, extending their lives far beyond the natural order. And worst of all, they have the terrifying capability to absorb the powers of other casters."

Then, standing with her hands over the ashes, she starts her chant. - Cande cineres Maiorum meorum, qui laesi mortui sunt, surge et fac angelum dubitare. fac Angelum nuntiare avunculo iter per hebdomadam morari. (Latin translation - White ashes of my ancestors, who died wronged, rise and make Angel doubt. Make Angel tell his uncle to delay the trip for a week.) The ashes slowly turn into steam, which rises and passes under the door. Traveling the distance between the rooms, it enters under the door, where Angel rests from the new attempt on his life.

" Damien joked. His opinion was that he had learned a lot about flexibility since he started work with a team of women. She made a face, and then continued. “Then there's the other tattoo. The sea eagle. The eagle flies high and symbolizes strength, courage and freedom. Spirituality and transcendence too. “I'm not that spiritual a guy. “Your alter ego, Kalti, is. "He's not my alter ego," he replied automatically. People always asked if Kalti was really him, and the answer was always no. — If a writer decides to write about one character over and over instead of creating several books about different types of people, I think the character should resonate with

Their wings weren’t feathers but pure light, their faces hidden behind veils of molten gold. “The Seraphs,” Soren said under his breath. “Travian’s enforcers.” One of the radiant beings spoke, its voice echoing across the valley. “Soren of the Gate. You were not meant to return.” Soren’s blade ignited in response — not drawn yet, but burning faintly in his hand. “Tell your masters I’m done being what they made me.” The lead Seraph descended further, its tone sharpening. “You bear power stolen from the divine heart. You are corruption wearing flesh. Yield, or we will purge this realm of your taint.”