Owari No Seraph Novels & Stories

No vital signs are present and Barima is grey and dull, withered beneath a very vibrant Seraphine. Sera sits straighter, back arching as she tilts her head back and hums to herself, still in her demon. Her long tongue flicks out to clean her face and a bad of drool rolls down her long neck and disappears into her cream blouse. Her hands run along her shoulders and chest sensually and a sigh emerges from her now clean lips. She rolls Barima over and sniffs her, perhaps searching for missed blood or lingering energy. Upon finding nothing, she stands and gingerly kicks the woman flinging her body half up onto the couch.

The vampire retrieved her laptop and darted back into her room. Once back inside, Esper plopped onto her bed and opened up her computer. After logging in, she quickly opened up a blank document and started typing down her thoughts. Seraph – insanely attractive, likes to have fun, enjoys classic television, very athletic, Imperial Guard, excellent pianist (also plays guitar and cello), is eager to learn about me, very passionate, causes spark like sensations when we touch (is very handsy because he also feels them), adorable when sleeping.

Seraphina’s steps were slow, calculated, as she closed the distance between herself and Alora. Her eyes glinted with a mix of false warmth and something far darker. She reached out, her fingers brushing against Alora’s cheek, her touch deceptively gentle. “You are so beautiful, Alora,” she murmured, her tone sweet. “Those big golden curls and those baby blue eyes... like a doll.” Alora, trembling, tried to muster a smile, her eyes flicking up to meet Seraphina’s. But it was a weak, fragile attempt, and the fear in her eyes was unmistakable.

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?”

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.

My knees nearly buckled, but I caught myself. For a moment, the only sound was the soft clink of ice against glass as he took a slow sip of his drink. Then, finally, he looked at me with unreadable dark eyes. And then, a smirk graced his bearded face. "Seraphina Moreau." His voice was smooth, but laced with something colder underneath. "We finally meet." I held his gaze, refusing to look away. I would not break. "Who the hell are you?" I demanded.

"Seraphina is the strongest female warrior of the Silver Moon Clan, the next Alpha, she will not lose." "Yes, Seraphina is a well-deserved female warrior in the werewolf Packs, the proudest daughter of Alpha Andrew, Ariana just learned simple witchcraft, it's just something to scare us." "Seraphina, teach this shameless Omega a lesson!" I heard the werewolves around me start booing, as if they wanted to see my ugly appearance. The arcane forces responded to my call, weaving through the atmosphere like ethereal threads. The room transformed into a battleground of mystical energies, where power and fate entwined.

Numb the pain. I wanted something now, not to numb the pain though, but to wipe what I'd seen from my head. How could I lock away what he'd shown me? There wasn't a trinket box big enough to hold that horror. Behold the Seraphim , he'd said. Born of fire . The Great Winged Serpents. Caretakers of the Throne. Destroyers of the First. Changeless. Eternal . The Highest of the Most High . They are your gods. They are your saviours, your judgement and your damnation.

Closing her eyes, she clutched the stone with both hands and took a deep breath. “Ut inveniet quod habet non fuit Perdita autem capta est simplici ex corde invicem et ductus paenitudine ostende mihi faciem eorum innocentes animarum et ego revertere et in domum suam” The air around Seraphina began to whirl and cocooned her in a miniature tornado. Her dark hair floated around her and a bright, white light began to emanate on her forehead before slowly spreading across her body.