Novel & Cerita Owari No Seraph Of The End

He yanked my hair, dragging my head back as he whispered, voice dripping with venom, “You’re a worthless wolf that I use whenever I like. You are lower than a slave. You have no right to fight back. You have no right to speak. You are a wolfless, barren omega.” His words sliced deeper than his hands ever could. My chest tightened. Rage simmered beneath my skin, burning me alive. He finally released my hair, shoving me backward. I lifted my head, my teeth clenched. My fists trembled at my sides as I whispered, “Reject me then.”

Seraphina’s POV Aric lifted his gaze to look at Lazaro, who now stood behind me. “What is it about the death of my mother that I should mention to my wife?” Lazaro continued, his tone menacing, and I slowly turned around to see that his eyes were filled with murderous rage. Aric scoffed, walking over to where Lazaro stood. “I was just having a light-hearted conversation with Ms. Seraphina, over here, Lazaro. You really should calm your hor—“

Chapter 11 Diana (Diana’s POV) I stared at Seraphine lying in the pool of that boy’s blood. White hair strewn around her, tears and plasma marring her gentle features; she looked like a wounded Goddess and I hated her all the more for it. What made me hate her beyond redemption though, was the way Valefar looked at her. I had never seen such an expression on his face. The realm had shaken when Seraphine raised her voice and sparks of light crackled around her. Valefar was scared of Sera, but there was something else in those intense, amethyst eyes of his.

“We are now in the same position. Don’t point those red witchy nails at me like I’m still an intern. In two days, I’ll have mine done,and they’ll be as sharp as yours. It will serve as a reminder that we're now equals. And if you think you're still the superior because everyone takes orders from you,well think again, you got this position after working five years for it, and I became your equal in five hours. Think about what would happen in five days, “Hey Seraph, for now I'm above you, so you better reduce that tone” she barked, still pointing those fingers at me. “You know what I'm thinking of making mine sharper. Pointier. More threatening. It’ll remind you that I’m no longer beneath you

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

The once clear blue sky turned a sickening blood-red. Dark clouds roiled, and lightning flashed. "By my blood! By my soul!" Seraphina screamed as her body began to burn from the inside out. "I offer myself as the final key! Lord of the Abyss, I summon you! Descend!" The light from the array grew brighter, and a malevolent energy surged out like a tidal wave. Everyone was thrown to the ground by the force. "Mother was right!" Seraphina's body began to turn translucent. "All werewolves in this world deserve to die!"

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.

Yours — always a little too much, Seraphina

He simply walked, and the world seemed to bend around him. By the time he reached the ruins, the temple stood half-collapsed, ancient stones covered in black vines and shadow. Seraph’s essence had taken form again, a tall, flickering figure made of smoke and stolen light. He stood at the center of the broken temple, breathing hard. When he saw Rowan approaching, he laughed. “So the little omega finally decided to play god,” Seraph said. His voice echoed strangely in the open air. “You should have stayed in the palace with your kings. This place will be your grave.”

Ronan’s violet eyes snapped to Seraphina, his heart skipping a beat as he saw her being consumed by Ryker’s darkness. “SEREAPHINA!!” Roaring, he charged towards her as her golden and white aura flared brightly as she locked eyes with him, completing her words: “Offer myself up to the heavens.” As the words escaped her lips, Ronan’s eyes widened. Offer? Ryker’s darkness, having swallowed Seraphina, exploded instantly. It was drawn upward toward the sky by her divine energy, swirling violently as if the very realm itself was caught in the clash. “NOOOO!!!!” Ryker’s scream shattered the silence, a guttural wail that echoed through the fabric of reality. He tried to fight her power but the more