Owari No Seraph Asuramaru Novels & Stories

“What did you say?” A figure stepped from the shadows behind the throne. Graceful. Poised. Seraphine. Her long silver-blonde hair flowed in waves over her shoulders, her smile soft and subtle. She wore the traditional Luna robes—a gown embroidered with the Wolfe crest and lined with mating runes. Lucian staggered back a step. “You can’t be serious.” Seraphine tilted her head, amusement flickering in her icy eyes. “It’s nice to see you again, Lucian Wolfe.”

I outburst in frustration. Damien chuckled. "She'll be fine; she's just afraid. She's awake, Sage, maybe not mentally but physically. She needs assurance that she's safe before she can heal completely and wake." My brows furrowed in confusion. "She's an Afsrid wolf." I didn't say a word yet, but I digested what he had just said.

Not disappear. But change. “You wanted to be remembered.” The creature’s voice became small. “I wanted someone to say my name.” “What is it?” He looked at her. No one spoke. The chamber held its breath. Then the creature whispered: “Orien.” The silver light returned. The Heart pulsed. Seraphine’s eyes widened. “Orien.” The creature flinched at the sound of his name. Elyra repeated it. “Orien.” The black Moon Sigil across Zevarion’s throat cracked.

“Tell me your name.” The woman smiled. Then she looked at Amara. “My name is Seraphina.” Amara’s heart suddenly stopped. She doubled over. “Ah!” Lucian caught her. “Amara!” A vision exploded inside her mind. A palace. Three moons. A throne. Lucian standing beside her. And Seraphina— standing before them. Crying. Then Amara saw blood. Lucian’s blood. Her own hands covered in it. Seraphina screaming. And a child—

“I’ll patch in and rewrite the command script—if he doesn’t wake up first.” Aurora moved to cover him. Elias and Kai took flanking positions. Asher stayed by Damien’s side, wide-eyed but steady. Null knelt and began working. Seconds passed. Then the cradle twitched. A groan of metal. A crackle of static. Seraph opened his eyes. No pupils. Just pale, glowing white. And he moved. Fast. Too fast. The cradle burst apart as Seraph lunged down, landing between them with a heavy, unnatural grace. In one seamless motion, he sent Elias flying with a backhand and grabbed Kai by the throat, lifting him effortlessly.

Seraphine took a sip of her juice in an unhurried manner. "Yes, I heard him muttered it in a small voice." Mira went along. Arlan had even lifted his head just to look at the two, shaking his head. This girl seemed to have indeed found her partner in crime, making her devilishly more frightening than before. None could win a debate against her. Coupled with Seraphine who indulged her, who would dare to mess with this girl? There was also Azarias, whose power was unknown. However, his aura alone could deter a few werewolves from approaching.

“No, Mathias, you need to listen to me. When I met Nevaeh, I was scared. I was scared of what I felt for her and what might happen to her if she entered my world. Since we’ve gotten here, you’ve experienced a variety of things that have shaken your world. But I have to tell you, you’re being an idiot.” My head snaps forward at his comment. Not a lot of people dare speak to me in such a tone. I’m Mathias Black, head of the Council. A centuries-old Seraphim who has killed legions. Giving Mikhail my most withering scowl, I manage to grit out, “I think you need to walk away, Mikhail.”

"Well darling, I cannot speak wolf language but yes it's me, grandpa. I will heal the seraph, just enough for her to return to her realm. She will need time to recuperate. Then I will heal you and your wolf. Ready?" Before I can say anything, he touches the broken wing and it becomes whole again. I feel Seraphim stirring up and Sunny as well. I can feel the gasps from both of them in my head. I quickly shift back to my human form to allow them to speak. "Sunny, my Lord. The first-ever wolf to be created. Thank you for your kindness, Apollo." "The second highest in the hierarchy of angels my Lord. The name is Seraphim. Thank you for reviving me. I will forever be indebted to you."

Aurora uttered as she pushed her chair back and walked up to the happy group, with slow, measured steps She crossed her arms and smirked at Celeste who was looking very uncomfortable, “You’re saying that you are really Seraph?!” The question landed differently this time, and the air in the room seemed to shift. It was not an admiration. Rather, it was scrutiny laced with mockery. Celeste swallowed hard, and raised her chin defiantly, “Yes, that’s exactly what I’m saying.” “Interesting.” Aurora answered, a faint smile curving his lips, “Because Seraph’s first clinical breakthrough was at seventeen, stabilizing a compound most senior researchers couldn’t even balance.”

While Amaris herself has black hair and dark brown eyes, her wolf has a white coat of fur and bright lilac-colored eyes. I've never seen such a beautiful creature in all of my eighteen years. I have heard of a pack of wolves who have white coats, but I always thought it was a legend—one not even of this realm. It is said that the pack of white wolves have magical powers—able to harness the elements: earth, wind, fire, and water—but only a single element each. Their pups are always born in pairs—twins. But, Amaris doesn't have any siblings that I know of—her only friend being that one boy that took his life a few days ago.