Owari No Seraph Mika Novels & Stories

Confident. “Yes.” She smiled slightly. “I’ve heard a great deal about you.” “That makes two of us.” Her gaze flicked briefly to my companions. “Tarek. Mira. Corvin. Lysa.” Tarek’s eyebrow lifted. “You know our names?” Seraphine shrugged. “Information is power.” Fair enough. “And you are Seraphine,” I said. “The same.” Her wolves remained silent behind her, but I could feel their attention measuring every movement.

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.

“W- What can we do for you, Sir? Did my Era do anything?” Dad handed him a glass of cold water. Mom was just leaning against the table. My parents began to exchange glances as Sir Mik drinks their offer because they were already thinking something. They're having a telepathic discussion. I exhaled a sigh. God, this is such a nuisance for me. “Is she being suspended, Sir? Or getting expelled?!” I let out a sigh as I locked my gaze on Mom. She's overreacting already! "No, no, no! In fact, she is the president of their block. Era is responsible from every angle, after all."

Most of the frame was other people's shoulders and the blur of crystal and candlelight. But near the left edge, facing slightly away,a woman in black. Tall. Still amid the movement around her. The photograph had caught her at the moment of some private calculation, eyes directed toward something off-frame with a quality of attention that was different from the attention of everyone else in the room. Everyone else was performing. She was observing. Laurent looked at the photograph for a long time. "Her name," Mirabel said, "is Seraphine Vale." He looked up. "The Butterfly Queen?"

Pretending the coffee tray he brought to the server room every hour on the hour was just kindness and not concern. And Seraphina? She was in the server room, surrounded by humming machines and cold, blue light. A screen glowed in front of her, casting eerie shadows across her sharp cheekbones. And it wouldn’t stop whispering her mother’s name. MIREILLE VALE Alias: Astra Status: Unknown Clearance: Red-Level (Honorary) Role: Communications Analyst / Target Profile Monitor Seraphina scrolled further. Subject Relationship: Observational. Emotional Interference Flagged. Her fingertips went numb.

We stood beneath the high windows as I stared at her. “What— “Shh,” Sera placed a hand on her lips, “they would hear us.” I blinked, standing with her. Eavesdropping wasn’t really my thing. I hated being excluded but if I was, I didn’t eavesdrop. This Seraphina seemed to be a very interesting girl. Her almost otherworldly hair shone in the bright light. Lavender silver. I didn’t think someone could have a hair color like that. She sharply turned to me, her eyes narrowed. “Did you hear that?” I blinked. “Hear what?”

The warlord folded his arms. "How long were you planning to keep lying?" The atmosphere changed instantly. Ariana felt it, so did Kael and Orion. Seraphina's expression remained unreadable. "You're becoming desperate." "Am I?" Malrik smiled. "Then why are you nervous?" For the first time since meeting her, Seraphina didn't immediately respond. The hesitation lasted less than a second. But Ariana noticed and so did everyone else. --- Orion's eyes narrowed. "What is he talking about?"

The witch doctor's eyes widened in horror. "No..." Liam gripped his sword. "What is it?" She stared at the glowing circle. "She found them." "Who?" The old woman's voice trembled. "Seraphine." At that exact moment...Inside the Soul Walk...The forest disappeared. The ground cracked open beneath Kiara's feet.Dark mist swirled around her. A woman slowly stepped out from the shadows. Long silver hair…..Pale eyes. A smile filled with cruel satisfaction. Seraphine. She looked at Kiara as though she'd been expecting her all along.

Haneul greeted. The Seraph only blinked. He seemed to have just awoken from a deep sleep. Being the highest order of angels, Seraphs didn't usually come down from the First Sphere. They did all their work there, closest to the Creator. Their transparent wings burning red-orange against the vast space of the Macroverse. Sometimes, they don't even bother taking a human form.

The shattered mirror still lay in pieces across the floor, glinting like frozen tears. Adrian crouched, brushing his fingers across one shard. It flared briefly with blue light. “Careful!” Mira warned. He didn’t move. “It’s reacting to your presence.” “Yeah, because apparently I’m a walking Wi-Fi signal for curses!” The shard flickered again—this time showing an image. Seraphina, kneeling before the same mirror, whispering: > “If he won’t love me, he will hear me. Forever.” Mira’s stomach dropped. “She did this on purpose.”