Owari No Seraph Asuramaru Novels & Stories

"By moon and star, by fire and earth, Awaken now, reveal your worth. Astria's power, ancient and deep, In our hearts and souls, it shall weep. Awaken sisters, with this rhyme, Embrace the darkness of endless time!" A surge of energy pools into my body, pumping through my veins like molten lava, burning my insides, and I'm engulfed in a deep purple light that burns my skin like flames. My body levitates high in the air, and hot liquid spills from my eyes. "Seraphina!" Olive screams my name, trying to reach me, but it's already too late. Whatever this is, whatever is happening, has already been completed. I can't fight this anymore.

“Is Auri sad?” Seraphine brushed his hair back gently. “She’s overwhelmed,” she said. “And I’m going to help her.” She slipped a small charm into his palm — silver, etched with a crescent rune. “If Aurelia ever seems frightened,” Seraphine continued softly, “give this to her. It will help her calm down.” Lucas nodded solemnly. “I promise.” Seraphine stood. At the door, she paused. “Oh,” she added, smiling over her shoulder. “Don’t tell anyone about this. It’s our secret.”

Seraphine mused, lost in thought, until one of the lawyer's voices, Ben, brought her back to the present moment. "We are done, Miss Seraphine!" Ben's voice echoed, snapping her back to reality. "Oh! Great! Fantastic!" Seraphine exclaimed, reaching into her million-dollar Italian handbag. She pulled out a golden card and handed it to Aurora. Aurora was mesmerised by the card, its raw, captivating light gold surface adorned with buttons and features. "This is for you," Seraphine said, smiling warmly.

She added, and I saw a small crack form on the shell in her hand, though it was tiny enough not to let the contents leak out. “It’s raw,” Madame Koraline informed us, a slight lift to one eyebrow. “Just how I like it,” Seraph replied with a confident wink. I couldn't help but shake my head, smiling slightly at her typical flippancy. Our Prefect didn't even bother wasting her breath scolding Seraph. She simply continued with her explanation.

Amaris had not maintained any eye contact with me since she got into this car, she looked back at the Creekstone pack palace and something tells me that if I had not saved her from death, she wouldn't have gotten into this car with me and taken her chances with Alpha Kieran. "Darling, she has such nice cheekbones," Seraphina said, stretching out her hand to lift Amaris's chin and pull on her cheek. Seraphina has no control or sense for boundaries. "Can you stop doing that, Seraphina." I wasn't asking, it sounded more like a warning. She rolled her eyes and leaned back in her chair, scowling at me. "It is not that healthy, she looks malnourished and thin, I wanted to take her as my personal h

One of the maids that had been avoiding Orion's gaze was about to say something but Seraphina arrived in the middle of their conversation, walking slowly with her bag tightly strapped on her shoulder. “What is going on?” She asked with a sense of confusion, slowly moving her eyes from one of the maids to the other, but due to fear they all took their eyes down, except for the maid who was on the armband, and Seraphina just smiled before moving it to Orion. *Are we celebrating something here?” “I had no idea you do go out everyday,” Orion arched an eyebrow, placing a hand on the closest couch. “Umm…were you going to tell me?”

he said slowly, eyes fixed on the man above. The stranger descended the staircase with calm elegance. Every footfall echoed like a ritual. “My name is Seraph,” he said, his voice a slow threat. “I speak for what Voss left behind.” Dorian straightened, jaw tight. “He left behind rot.” Seraph’s smile didn’t waver. “He left behind vision. Velvet was the stage. We are the script.” Isolde’s gaze never left Vivienne. She stood by the piano, hands poised on the keys, watching like she knew something they didn’t.

"Dammit! Seraphina!" Seraphina didn't hesitate. She leapt into the air, her red and silver aura trailing behind her like a comet. "Step away from my daughter!" she commanded, her voice vibrating with authority. She brought her glowing hand down, casting a bolt of pure divine wrath that struck the brute dead-on. The creature shrieked as it disintegrated into nothingness. Luna gasped, sweating from the exertion of holding back the magical traps. "Thanks, Mom. That was... a little too close."

The shadows coalesced into a figure at the top of the stairs—a woman cloaked in deep crimson, her eyes glowing like coals. “You shouldn't have come here,” she said, her voice echoing unnaturally. “The balance must not be disturbed.” Aria stepped forward, her voice unwavering. “Who are you?” “I am Seraphine, last of the Moonbinders. Guardian of the Crown. And I will not let it fall into unworthy hands.” Damien snarled, baring his fangs. “We’re not here to steal it. We want to end this war.” “The war was fated,” Seraphine said. “Only one marked by betrayal and love can choose the fate of the crown.”

Valefar was scared of Sera, but there was something else in those intense, amethyst eyes of his. Delight. Arousal. That was new. My master had never looked at Seraphine as though she was anything more than a fancy gun with his finger hovering over the trigger. Ever since she turned eighteen, it was like she was reborn anew in the eyes of everyone. It disgusted me. “Diana,” Valefar’s voice stole my attention. “Bring Sera back to her room. I’ll select a mate without her.” “Of course, Master,” I bowed my head to him and started to help Seraphine up.