Owari No Seraph Novels & Stories

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.

We dismounted and the garrison wolves stayed with the horses and Caius positioned himself a respectful distance back and it was the three of us Orion, Seraphel, and me in the cold mountain air with the wind moving through the bare rocks around us. "You brought her," Seraphel said. She said it to Orion. "She had questions," he said. "I had questions. It seemed more efficient." "Efficient," Seraphel repeated. Something moved in her face that was not quite a smile. She looked at me again. "You have been reading the original curse text." "Yes," I said. "And the Covenant precedent records." "Yes." "And you went to the Covenant witness directly and asked her what could override the final clause."

“Then let it be begun.” Cassian looked toward the broken throne and said, almost with contempt, “What name do we give this patient little ghost of an empire.” Seraphel answered without hesitation. “The Order of the Seraph.” No one smiled. No one objected. Beyond the chamber the world remained black and ruined and new. The wolves had inherited their age. The old blood had gone to ground. Somewhere, perhaps already, some last unseen thread of sacred lineage moved quietly through human flesh, unnoticed by all the world.

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.

“You were made to remember everything. Forgetting was never your fault.” Seraphine moved closer. “Then remember me now.” Orien stared at her. “I do.” “Say my name.” “Seraphine.” The silver symbol on the child’s chest shone. The Heart’s voices softened. Elyra placed her other hand over Orien’s heart. “Orien.” The darkness around him shuddered. “Orien,” she repeated. Zevarion glanced toward them while blocking Malrec’s blade. Malrec noticed. “Stop looking at them.”

Candles burned in perfect symmetry, their flames unyielding, as though untouched by the air. Lucien dismissed the other clerics with a quiet command. “Leave us. The High Cleric’s orders were to contain her, not parade her.” The door closed behind them. The lock slid into place. Seraphina stood in the center of the room, hands bound loosely by silver thread that hummed faintly when she moved. She looked around, the walls were covered in symbols, prayers written to suppress, not bless. The air was colder here. “So this is mercy,” she said softly.

Kiyan’s shock was written on his face as he started searching his contacts for someone we could call to smuggle Valora out of my room before something crazier happens. In the blink of an eye, Seraphine was walking towards her. “Kiyan? What’s Sera doing?” Kiyan turned, and his face spelt horror. “Sera? What are you doing? Don't—” Before he could finish his sentence, Seraphine touched Valora, and she immediately started chanting the exact words Valora had been chanting for almost an hour. Kiyan and I looked at each other, and by the time we looked back, Seraphine was suspended mid-air, her eyes white as snow, her icy blue hair flowing just like Valora’s.