Owari No Seraph Novels & Stories

Around her, the celestial thrones of the five Seraphims stood tall, as if the echoes of betrayal were but a farce. Each throne was a reflection of its master’s essence, forged from the first lights of creation — now dimmed beneath Luna’s cold dominion. On the right of Luna’s dais sat Sariel, the Seraph of Discipline and Secrets. His throne was carved from obsidian glass veined with silver light, the glow of distant constellations flickering faintly across his armor like the trapped breath of the cosmos. His gaze was sharp and detached. The eyes of one who had seen too much and judged too little. The lunar brilliance traced the severe planes of his face, his folded wings like midnight forged

Even when I wanted to hate you. Dorian's hand closed over hers gently. "Then let me help you. Let me carry this with you." Orion stepped back, watching them quietly now. But the moment shattered in an instant. Seraphina's knees buckled. Her breath hitched. The sigil on her chest blazed. And in her mind, a voice purred with pleasure. "Ah... the bond breathes again. So close... so close..." Tharion. Her scream ripped through the clearing.

This was horrible. “Then why aren't you stopping it?!” I demanded. “Because no rules are being broken.” My lips parted in disbelief. “People are taking advantage of them!” “No,” he corrected flatly. “The Seraphinas are just amplifying desire, not mind controlling anyone. In case you still don't get the concept, Seraphinas are rare female werewolves with special scents that stabilizes Lycans, especially during the heat cycle when we grow aggressive.” Oh.

"Quickly, move further into the pack lands. He is trying to shack and weaken the barrier. You will be hurt just by being near. Jacob, command your beta to shift. Only in wolf form can he sustain his life. Aloha command him. He should stay like that for an hour. The damage will be considerably lessened." Seraphim ordered Jacob. She was in charge this time because she knew whom she will be facing. It was no longer Harold but Lucifer, another seraph. Only he was a fallen angel. He was so dark and devious. Only Seraphim could counter his attacks at this point. Besides, she had a score to settle with him.

Gusto kong magtago sakanya dahil nagmayabang pa naman ako na mas matalino ako sakanya. Sumilip ako sa gilid ni Ted at tinignan si Leonardo. I raised my brows when I saw a girl talking to him. Nakangiti ang babae at ganun din si Leonardo. "Sabi mo hindi masyadong nagsasalita yang si Leonardo? Bakit enjoy na enjoy?" Napalingon si Ted at agad ibinalik ang tingin saakin. "That girl is Morgana. ABM yan pero kahit sobrang ganda niya loyal parin ako sa pagiging pink blood"

My wolf and I can't take it. ‘He might realise once this is done Quoi.’ My wolf Seraphina says with a whimper. ‘He won't. There is nothing to realise. I can't live in that space anymore Phia. I just can't. He doesn’t even say my actual name for Goddess sakes. I mean nothing to him. Never have. Never will. With all this going on, its opening too many wounds. Let's just get some space for a little.’ I beg her. I am too old for this drama.

Kaelor demanded, grabbing the warrior by his leather chest-plate, his golden eyes burning with an intense, royal wrath. ​"Dead at the outer breach, Your Majesty! The wolfless abominations and the black-veined beasts cut him down before we could sound the horn! The alliance is burning everything!" the warrior sobbed ​"They aren't burning anything else today," Seraphina said, stepping past Kaelor, her woolen hood falling back to reveal her silver-tinted hair. The dual hearts in her chest were vibrating with such force that the falling snow around her turned to a shimmering, silver mist before it could touch her skin.

Feeling a stir in my suit pants. Stomping hard on it. “I have to warn you, Seraphina,” I start in a gruff voice, “do not tempt the devil. Unless you’re ready to burn.” ---------

At the edge of the chamber. Sword in one hand. Fire dancing across the other. Seraphina. Smiling like she’d just walked into the wrong party and was about to rearrange the furniture. Corwin’s head snapped toward her. Seraphina tilted hers. “Did I interrupt?”

Since the witches returned to her body, Seraph was able to hog on her spiritual energy alone, letting her experience the joy of a spirit with a complete and concrete form. When Seraph raised her head back up, her features were seen and if someone saw them together, they would probably mistake them as sisters as they looked so much alike. Seraph was floating, exuding an orange light. Her long, flowy hair was also gently swaying as she hovered in the air. She looked like a free spirit, and this was true, because she and Amaryah were not equals yet. Seraph was waiting to be branded as she looked at Amaryah with expectant eyes, so Amaryah immediately began chanting.