49 parts Ongoing MatureSupernatural x jewish mystics (WIP)
I do not own the supernatural characters
Erotic dark romance
Sheva means seven.
Seven sins. Seven seals. Seven chances before the end.
Born of Lilith and Samael, Sheva is no ordinary girl-she is prophecy wrapped in flesh. Smuggled through a cosmic rift into modern-day, Sheva was raised in a convent under the watchful eye of Sister Sinéad-who knew just enough to be terrified.
But fire finds even the most sacred places. When the flames consumes Sinéad, the only mother Sheva has ever known, salvation arrives in the form of a gruff, green-eyed hunter named Dean Winchester.
He pulls her from the fire. And she pulls a red thread from his plaid jacket.
Over a year passes, and Sheva's on stage now, wrapped in smoke and velvet, stripping for men who wouldn't survive ten seconds with what really lives inside her. So when Dean walks back into her club on a rainy night, after a case goes awry? It's pretty clear fate works in mysterious ways, and maybe her little red thread theory is true.
One night damns them both.
Batsheva rises.
And when the seals start cracking, and Heaven starts watching, Castiel descends-battle-scarred and aching for the man who's losing himself to lust and love. Sheva burns for Dean. Dean breaks for her. But Castiel? He wants them both.
Possession. Power. Polyamory.
Blood, prophecy, and bruised lips.
This isn't just a war between angels and demons.
This is the foreplay.
