Guren Owari No Seraph Novels & Stories

Elowen stepped off the train, her heart racing as she scanned the bustling city of Alphacrest. The cacophony of voices and the rhythmic clattering of luggage on the platform felt like a distant storm, but one familiar face stood out amidst the chaos. Seraphina beamed at her from the crowd, a handmade sign with Elowen's name scrawled in bright red letters held high. “Elowen!” Seraphina called, her voice cutting through the noise like a beacon. Before Elowen could respond, Seraphina swept her into a tight embrace. The familiar scent of vanilla and jasmine enveloped her, grounding her in memories of laughter and simpler times.

“Because I know it. You are lying to me. I’m not stupid.’ Suddenly, I felt a sharp pain penetrating my head. My body shook like there was someone pouring a bucket of rocks on me and I began screaming, falling to the floor. Images, laughter, and cries appeared before me. “Jeremy.’ the girl who almost looked like me ran across the sand in her dirtied gown. Jeremy looked at the girl with a smile. “Seraphina. What are you doing here? I thought you were playing in the garden.’ “Yes, I was.’ The girl named Seraphina replied in a sweet tone and stretched her hands with a bouquet. “Look what I got for Seraphim.’ “Wow. It looks nice.’ Jeremy uttered and wiped off dirt from his shoes.

Every detail seemed to radiate a sense of otherworldly allure, leaving me spellbound in the girl's presence. “Hi.” She said in smiles. “Didn't see you there.” “Aurora is the name.” “Hi, I'm Gwen.” I shook her hands in admiration. It was so cool to know she could control the direction of the wind. “You're very pretty.” She complimented me, smiling. “You’re prettier.” I replied blushing. “Don't try to be modest, you're the prettiest thing I've ever seen.” “Why does his taste have to be so rich?.” “Why is he so perfect?.” She lamented. We both laughed.

She would never agree to take it easy at home. “Do you think more monsters will try and come for me after I awaken?” Aurora asks from her seat. She looks absolutely adorable sitting there in a pink hoodie and faded jeans. Her brown hair comes down in curls, and her makeup is on point. She is wearing green contact lenses today, which suits her - even if I prefer her purple eyes. “I think so,” I won’t lie to her and sigh. “Purple-eyed werewolves are very special - you know that. They are descendants of the first wolves. The monsters know that and want your blood.”

"Clara, that's blasphemy!" "It's only a story," Clara defended, grinning. "Besides, didn't you feel it? The way the air changed when he entered? Like even God was listening." "You're impossible," Agnes muttered, though her lips twitched as if hiding a smile. Laughter bubbled up again, bright and dangerous, like children caught playing at the edge of a cliff. From her cot, Seraphine lay utterly still. Her rosary twisted tight in her hand, beads digging into her palm. She kept her gaze on the ceiling, refusing to be drawn in. But their voices crawled through her ears, tugging at the corners of her restraint.

He simply walked, and the world seemed to bend around him. By the time he reached the ruins, the temple stood half-collapsed, ancient stones covered in black vines and shadow. Seraph’s essence had taken form again, a tall, flickering figure made of smoke and stolen light. He stood at the center of the broken temple, breathing hard. When he saw Rowan approaching, he laughed. “So the little omega finally decided to play god,” Seraph said. His voice echoed strangely in the open air. “You should have stayed in the palace with your kings. This place will be your grave.”

“You could be ambushed.” “She will sense it.” “I hope she does,” Aria said. “Let her come.” Seraphine stood before her mirror glaring at the wound in her shoulder. The shadows whispered behind her. “She prepares the rite.” Seraphine growled, her silver eyes glowing red. “Then we strike before she completes it.” She stepped onto a balcony. Below her an army of shadow beasts, twisted wolves, and exiled warriors waited. At her side, a new figure emerged. Zane.

SERAPHINA POV Hi, let me introduce myself my name is Seraphina Amara Wolfe or Sera for short, I have just turned 18 and I am a werewolf. I have fire red hair, blue eyes that turn gold when my wolf Lilith come to the front. I'm not very tall at around 5'2, I am quite slim as I have been living on the run since I was 3 and haven't been getting enough food, I find just enough to survive if that's what life is. I can't tell you anything about my parents or what pack I was from, as I have no memory of them. I lived with a human family for a little while when I was 8 but once I shifted at 10 which hurt, they got scared and threw me out, I was just lucky they didn't kill me which I hear they do to

"Although I must explain to Seraphina how, as a family, they will be essential allies... perhaps a future betrothal in distant lines?" She looked at the next family on the list and her eyes lit up a little with hope. "House Velwraithe." Here, her eyes even dared to smile, as her mind worked and pressed a little harder. One, the Commander of the Royal and Noble Guard, Lord Sylen, and the other, her Commander in chief, Lord Everen. Sadly, Lord Sylen's mate was lost in the last Harpy war, and they had never had the luxury of having a clutch. Everen, on the other hand... he and his mate Orla had two clutches, the first was. Vexanna Velwraithe, their eldest and only daugher, and Vorian Velwraithe

' -Franziene/Yuna ~Stargem: Rewrite~