Guren Owari No Seraph Novels & Stories

A cruel, dangerous smile spread across her face. "How about we play a little game, Arielle." ***** Moments later, Seraphina stood before her mirror. Her maid Hannah gasped softly. “My lady… you look stunning.” Seraphina was dressed in a stunning, ancient gown of deep blue and silver, embroidered with symbols of old Stormclaw blessings. The design shimmered like moonlight making her look every inch a queen. “Tonight,” she murmured, adjusting the fabric, “history remembers who stands beside the Alpha.”

Confident. “Yes.” She smiled slightly. “I’ve heard a great deal about you.” “That makes two of us.” Her gaze flicked briefly to my companions. “Tarek. Mira. Corvin. Lysa.” Tarek’s eyebrow lifted. “You know our names?” Seraphine shrugged. “Information is power.” Fair enough. “And you are Seraphine,” I said. “The same.” Her wolves remained silent behind her, but I could feel their attention measuring every movement.

Orion whispered in absolute amazement from his knees, "The Blade of the First Alpha..." The light then shifted, entirely surrounding Seraphina. Her simple healer's robes began to shimmer with celestial power, as bright silver threads woven from pure moonlight spread across the fabric. A delicate, beautiful circlet of living silver rested gently upon her brow, and her innate healing aura expanded violently across the entire garden grounds. The frozen ground thawed in an instant, and flowers previously buried deep beneath the winter snow bloomed into full, vibrant life. Morwen smiled through her joyful tears, whispering, "The First Luna has returned to us."

"The Luna who walked away?" "Look at the boy," an old man replied, crossing his heart. "He smells like the First Wolves." Ariyah kept her head down, her hood pulled low. She hated the eyes. She hated the way the air in the Citadel felt—stale, heavy with protocol and the stifling scent of Seraphina’s expensive oils. They reached the Great Hall, and there, standing at the top of the stairs, was the woman who had taken Ariyah’s place. Seraphina looked like a goddess of winter. Her gown was silver silk, her hair braided with pearls. But her face was a mask of cold, calculating fury. Beside her stood the High Priestess, the ancient woman who had warned Kael years ago.

The glow of their recent triumph over Xander was still faint, yet they were all aware that a fresh challenge was on the horizon. The woman glided with a predatory elegance, her veil flitting gently in the breeze. She declared, "I am Seraphine," with a cold and commanding tone. Unlike Xander, I don't solely depend on shadows. I am the equilibrium between brightness and shadows, and I will repair what has been disturbed." Lira's heart was beating fast, yet she managed to maintain a steady voice. We have encountered numerous obstacles, Seraphine. We will not waver at this moment. "What is it you are looking for?"

"I… I saw someone." Lorian frowned. "Who?" Aria hesitated, then whispered the name. "Seraphina." Elroth went rigid. "Seraphina?" he repeated. "That… That’s impossible." Aria turned to him. "Why?" Elroth’s expression darkened. "Because Seraphina is the Goddess of Darkness." Silence consumed the room.

he demanded, his voice resonating with a mix of authority and wariness. The figure stepped forward, throwing back the hood to reveal a woman with radiant silver hair cascading down her shoulders. Her eyes shimmered with an otherworldly brilliance, reflecting the moonlight like pools of liquid mercury. Tigreal couldn't help but be captivated by her beauty, though he sensed an underlying power that hinted at something far more dangerous. "I am Seraphine, a guardian of the forgotten realms," she introduced herself, her voice carrying a melodic timbre that echoed through the night. "I have been informed by Xirza's messenger of your quest and the turmoil that burns within you."

Lucky, she can't hear him right now. ‘Do you know her wolfs name?’ I ask her and see her trying to suppress her smile. What? I don’t know why I asked, but... I just wanted to know. Spear nods in agreement. We both wanted to know. ‘Seraphina. Quoia calls her Phia.’ She tells me, with happiness shining in her eyes. Spear growls a low, grumbly sound I had never heard before and I have to admit, I feel a little better knowing this. More at peace. I still have a raging storm of worry about her not coming home.

I ask Serah. I found her staring at her son. “I saw him move his fingers again. I think he is about to wake up. Maybe he can even hear us.” Serah says and I rush to check. “Son, if you can hear us. Can you try to move your fingers again.” I softly speak to Raphael's ear. I see his fingers move again. “My love. Can you see that? This is so amazing. I am so happy.” Serah says. “Serah, come here. I want to say something to you." I say to Serah. I take her hand and I make her sit right beside me.