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My fingertips scrape uselessly against the floor. Somewhere above me, Seraphine’s breath shudders with ecstasy. “Yes. Yes. There it is.” I feel something being pulled, dragged, out of me. Not all of it. Not enough to kill me. But enough to make the world tilt and spin violently. My vision blurs. My ears buzz. My wolf’s cries fade. Seraphine steps back, breathing hard, clutching a swirling orb of white-and-shadow energy in her hand. My energy. She looks radiant.

Seraphina lifts her chin, smiling with the confidence of someone who has returned from death itself. The witch's deal has healed her and other affected person from the infectious illness she got from Lorenzo's cave .Her eyes glow with the kind of darkness that has no forgiveness, no boundaries, no end. She steps forward, right to Lorenzo—who suddenly trembles like a fool who has gambled everything and finally realizes the dealer was Death all along. "You owe me something," she purrs. Lorenzo's jaw clenches. "Seraphina…." She doesn't wait, she snatches the great black book right out of his hands.

“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.”

“I’ll patch in and rewrite the command script—if he doesn’t wake up first.” Aurora moved to cover him. Elias and Kai took flanking positions. Asher stayed by Damien’s side, wide-eyed but steady. Null knelt and began working. Seconds passed. Then the cradle twitched. A groan of metal. A crackle of static. Seraph opened his eyes. No pupils. Just pale, glowing white. And he moved. Fast. Too fast. The cradle burst apart as Seraph lunged down, landing between them with a heavy, unnatural grace. In one seamless motion, he sent Elias flying with a backhand and grabbed Kai by the throat, lifting him effortlessly.

We were on the verge of something, and I wasn’t sure if we would survive the plunge. A unexpected noise—barely more than a whisper of movement—sent everyone into high alert. I drew my weapon, examining the trees. “Show yourself,” I urged, my voice firm despite the pounding of my heart. A figure stepped into the light, their face obscured by a hood. “Peace,” they said, their voice quiet and beautiful. “I mean you no harm.” “Who are you?” Ava demanded, her hand on her blade. The figure pushed aside their hood, revealing a young woman with stunning, silver eyes. “My name is Seraph. And I know who you’re looking for.”

'Oh my god. Oscar's eyes clouded over again, fire burning brightest in the centre of the deepest obsidian. 'No god, Casey. Just him. Just Helel. The Seraphim knew it. They saw it when they set eyes on Lucifer. They saw that he would have a son whose destiny would be to claim the Throne of the First, but it was the Endorian who saw what he would do to unite us. No more Fallen. No more war. Balance once more. Equals.' I exhaled even though it did nothing to erode the tightness in my chest or the thickening in my throat.

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

Without a second glance at Roray, Seraphina moved into the room, taking the only seat remaining. Her mother was at the other end of the table, seated at the head. Where she was at the other end, where a large man sat at the other end. He had deep-set amber eyes, which seemed overly alert, despite the man's relaxed posture. Such bright eyes were adorned with eccentric eyebrows in a rounder head than usual.

Seraphina purred, her voice a sultry whisper. Orion turned to face her, his eyes meeting hers with a mix of respect and desire. "Seraphina Valkyrie, the pleasure is all mine," he replied, his voice deep and commanding. From that moment on, a connection sparked between them, one that transcended the boundaries of their usual encounters. Seraphina saw in Orion not just a sex slave, but a partner who could match her intensity and fulfill her deepest desires. Orion, in turn, was drawn to Seraphina's power and the promise of a unique experience.

She inhaled, letting her power soften, her presence settle— “Stop it, Sera.” The words cracked like a whip. “That shit only works when I allow it.” Her breath stalled. “Now,” he snarled, “tell me what the fuck is going on.” She studied him for a heartbeat longer than necessary. This was different. So she chose the truth. “Seraphine is ramping up for war,” Sera said evenly. “And it will be brutal. Her targets aren’t weak points. They’re statements. Black River. Obsidian Ridge. South Dakota." Sera continued softly.