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Sharp as a knife. My heart jolted. What was he going to do to me? The High Witch stepped forward and bowed her head. The entire room was silent. Her voice echoed off the walls, practiced and polite. “This is Seraphina Noir, last of the Noir Coven, a peace offering, Your Majesty. A gesture from the surviving covens.” Peace offering. What a lovely way to say sacrifice. I didn’t bow, didn’t kneel. My heart pounded so hard in my chest it felt like it wanted to come out, but I locked my knees and fixed on him for a few seconds before I quickly looked away.

Her head spun violently, her vision blurred, and with a soft gasp, she collapsed onto the cold floor. The world around her spun faster, the room becoming a distant blur as the darkness closed in. Blood pooled beneath her head, spreading across the floor, a cruel testament to Seraphina's vicious attack. Seraphina stood over her, breathing heavily, watching as Alysha lay motionless on the ground. A twisted smile of satisfaction played on her lips. This was the end of Alysha’s game. She had won. Without a word, Seraphina turned and fled the room, vanishing into the shadows, leaving behind the silent room and the broken body of her rival.

Yours — always a little too much, Seraphina

Ronan’s violet eyes snapped to Seraphina, his heart skipping a beat as he saw her being consumed by Ryker’s darkness. “SEREAPHINA!!” Roaring, he charged towards her as her golden and white aura flared brightly as she locked eyes with him, completing her words: “Offer myself up to the heavens.” As the words escaped her lips, Ronan’s eyes widened. Offer? Ryker’s darkness, having swallowed Seraphina, exploded instantly. It was drawn upward toward the sky by her divine energy, swirling violently as if the very realm itself was caught in the clash. “NOOOO!!!!” Ryker’s scream shattered the silence, a guttural wail that echoed through the fabric of reality. He tried to fight her power but the more

“Stop playing, Seraphina. Put him out of his misery and take him in your mouth.” ____ A. Gupta

Ronan’s POV I ripped my hand free and kicked it toward Seraphina’s projected form. Nyra turned at once. Seraphina’s tail of golden light lashed through the creature’s chest. It ignited from within and vanished with a shriek. Only Seraphina killed them. The rest of us only delayed. That truth settled fast and ugly. Spiro saw it too. His face hardened. Then he shifted. It happened like violence given permission.

The silver light immediately weakened. Suppression. Althea gasped sharply as the resonance inside her compressed violently. Pain exploded through her nerves. “I’m stopping the awakening,” Seraphine said coldly. “Now.” Elyria’s eyes widened instantly. “You’ll kill her.” “No,” Seraphine snapped. “I’ll save the world from repeating itself.” The words hit harder than expected. Because Seraphine believed them. Completely. Blue energy lashed across the chamber toward Althea. But before it reached her—

A blade of pure nothingness caught Fenrir across the chest, carving through his ancient armor as if it were parchment. Fenrir was thrown back, staggering into the gray dust. He collapsed to one knee, coughing up blood—but it wasn't the vibrant red of a living being. It was dark, tainted, and thick with the rot of the void. He looked up at me, his eyes clouded with a pain I had never seen in him. "Seraphina…" he wheezed, his voice a ghost of its former strength. "Its power… it far surpasses anything I held. Even at my peak, I was just a door… this is the room beyond."

Noong bata ako ay nakita ako sa dalampasigan. May kwintas na nakasuot saakin at may pendant na singsing kung saan may nakauikit na pangalang Serene. Pero hindi ko iyon sinuot. How come my biological parents gave me a necklace and not a letter? Nakakatawa diba? But I really wished that it was a letter. A letter full of explanations why they left me. I don't want to grow full of questions but here I am compiling questions that I can't even ask.

She shook her head in response to Blade’s questioning stare and tightened her lips to show how much she disapproved of it. I was left confused as to why Blade was requiring the old lady’s permission to reveal whatever was bothering him to me. I placed my other hand on our intertwined hands. “Please tell me, I am tired of being left in the dark. You just asked me to trust you and I do, why can’t you trust me?” His eyes met mine again and he leaned down to kiss my palm. “I trust you.” “Then tell me.” The old lady was seething inwards but Blade ignored her. “I have a condition.” He began. “I… I am somehow cursed.”