Owari No Seraph Bloody Blade の小説・ストーリー

I bit into her shoulder, hot blood filling my mouth. “Gah!” Seraphine roared, but she did not yield. She twisted and struck back, her claws slashing into my ribs. “Ah!” I cried out softly. The world spun, but I stayed on my feet. “For Nightclaw,” Lily growled in fury. I leaped forward. My fangs sank into Seraphine’s throat. “Aaaah!” Her scream cut off abruptly. Her body trembled, growing weaker. I released her as she collapsed onto the ground, drenched in blood.

The Luna Power Awakens Fully Lyra’s POV Silence crashed over the entire arena and I stared at the ritual blade in the Elder’s hand and the metal looked strange, old and dangerous. The symbols carved into it glowed faintly under the arena lights and my heart rang hard inside my chest and the Elder stepped toward Serena first. “Blood willingly given binds the ritual.” Serena held out her hand calmly, there was no fear and no hesitation and the blade sliced across her palm and then blood dripped into the stone bowl slowly.

"Hold up, I'll stop you there uncle, I'm sorry. Ehm, you called her owl-something and akwshinis, did I get that right?" "No. And you cut me off again. I'll explain just once, so listen- so I can get back to telling you the whole story. Owlignus is their specie, they are shapeshifters but mostly owls. They are witches, old witches, and we all know ancient witches are very powerful. They feed on owls, which is weird because of what they are, but legend has it that they get their powers from owls, so every Friday night, they feast on owls. They are evil, of course, and they are good too. Just like human beings, some of us are kind while others are sadistic. And Akwanisis is a title for the chos

Saphira did the best she could to explain what it was like being blind. One day, Xavier had a pretty rough conversation over the phone with one of the pack leaders. He growled and rubbed his face. “Xavier? Are you okay?” Saphira softly asked as she walked into their shared office. Xavier sighed before saying or doing anything. “No. Varian, the leader of the Misty Haven Pack, is threatening Orion, Lyra, Darian, and Diana. A few others have as well. I fear there’s going to be a war between the packs.” Xavier explained with a frustrated growl.

Aeron chuckled dragging up a nearby chair and sitting on it backward, we cant! Thanis growled she didn't desert the host she was drafted and ascended into the Seraphim Guard, she's the Seraphim of Mercy now and she's mated too, are you serious? dude thats huge! Ezera cried who is she mated to? The Seraphim of Justice he answered she even has his mark on her neck and their wings even match his are silver and hers is gold you should have seen her today she looked so badass she took down all of the King of hells army total cleansing

"Look at your so-called queen! I am the new Alpha now! And she? She is exactly what she always was—just a weak, pathetic Omega, writhing in the dirt where she belongs!" He walked over to where his dropped sword lay near a crevice, picking it up with a theatrical flourish. The blade glinted in the dim light, cruel and hungry. He stood over me, grinning like a winner. He raised the heavy steel weapon high above his head with both hands. "Goodbye, Seraphina," he sneered, his voice dripping with venom. As the blade plunged toward my heart, something deep within me snapped. It wasn't the magic of the Lycan bloodline. It was something older.

A blur shot past me. Rhider. He was a storm. His blade hit the first dragon mid-air, knocking it off course, then spun and took the second with a slash that sprayed molten blood across the snow. But one still landed, slashing across his ribs. Seraphina screamed. He didn’t fall. He staggered. Then stood straighter. The wound is already closing. No one heals that fast. No one. I gritted my teeth, watching as he gathered Seraphina into his arms and dragged her behind a shield line.

Then on the Blade of Ardyn. A faint smile touched her lips. "You finally claimed it." The words carried familiarity. Recognition and expectation. Liora tightened her grip on the sword. "Who are you?" The woman removed her hood. Silver hair cascaded across her shoulders. Moonlight seemed to shimmer beneath her skin. Her appearance resembled the First Luna so strongly that several warriors gasped aloud. The stranger inclined her head gracefully. "My name is Seraphine." Nobody spoke. The name meant nothing to us. Yet Lucien's reaction told a different story.

The battlefield crackled with energy as light and dark forces clashed, each side vying for dominance. Seraphine yelled in frustration, her veil coming off and uncovering a face that showed a mix of brightness and shadow. With a fierce intensity in her glowing eyes, she unleashed a powerful burst of energy, pushing the defenders back. Lira was hurled to the floor, her sight blurring. She clawed her way upright, feeling the pain from the collision throughout her body. "We must not quit," she uttered, addressing herself more than anyone else. "We must continue with our efforts."

Every time the Seraphina tried to find an opening, Arielle’s blade was there to block. Arielle moved in, a feint to the left followed by a heavy shoulder check. Seraphina stumbled, her regal poise slipping as she nearly hit the floor. The hall gasped and murmured in disbelief. Seraphina was losing. Desperation flared in Seraphina’s eyes. As Arielle stepped forward to deliver the final blow, Seraphina let her wolf loose. The air shifted. A sudden force slammed into Arielle throwing her hard onto the stone floor, her sword slipping feet away from her hand, leaving her defenseless.