Serafall Leviathan Novels & Stories

“My bad. I should have told you my name first. I’m Dante Verlice, Alpha of Dark Moon.” I’m doomed.

A feeling of comfort and safety enveloped me. "You have much to resolve with Iron Serpent. Not all of them are bad. There are some in their ranks that can, and will, help you in the fight to come. They have been prepared. They are waiting." With those last words, he vanished once more. Lukas' hand fell through the air as if Hellion's arm hadn't been there at all. "Well, guess I'm no match for some god." "I could have told you that," Asher, Atlas, Xander, and Taryk all said at the same time.

“And now he says I can’t use Charizard unless I bring a sacrifice!” I blinked. “I’m sorry, he did what now?” Arsen was still processing when Jade charged in behind him, dramatically holding up a red crayon like it was the elder wand. His voice was deep, serious, slightly British for some reason. “THE CARDS HAVE SPOKEN.” “We are five seconds from a full cult ritual,” I muttered, pinching the bridge of my nose. “And I still haven’t had a second coffee.” Then—because apparently the chaos gods weren’t done—Lorelai floated in. I say floated because she wore a sheer purple cape, a tiara perched sideways on her curls, and she was dragging the mop like it was a sacred staff.

“Quickly assess the situation. How many of them are there? Are we safe to proceed?” “Yes,” responded Kasper. “There’s more of us than them, let’s go!” Dane sounded a warning howl and the group responded, howling loudly before bounding towards the enemy, snarling and snapping. Lando looked up and made eye contact with Stig. “Dane, thank the Goddess you’re here,” Lucas mind-linked. He sounded awful. Just as Kasper closed the distance, Matt’s large, red wolf cornered Lando. He pounced with his jaws snapping, and sunk his teeth deep into Lando’s neck. He bit down with pressure, twisting and turning with a sickening force that halted every wolf in its tracks.

It had a small black handle with a long blade, the blade had swirls and spots of black and white mixing together ad it was glowing. I smiled and looked at the sky, Whatever this place, or timeline, or whatever this is, I will not let it go to waste. I flew straight up as some feathers detach themselves from the wing linings, I looked around for someone, ANYONE needing help. Then I saw it...Someone fight a tall, short-haired, red-eyed demon, with blood-red wings and I had a feeling it was Yaotzin, my Damien, My devil. So, I lunged forward and did a high kick with my leg straight upright on the chin and looked at Yaotzin then smiled a bit. He laughs a bit after coughing up some blood "Guess yo

Serafina’s POV: [In Her Car | Lumiere Fashion Studio | Morning] "Was this a blessing or a curse?" I asked myself. Silence, filled with distant car noises, was my response. I let out a groan, my gaze fixed on the car’s roof. All I saw was Aleskander — aka, the Sin Of Pride. Less than twelve hours ago, I wanted to meet Pride. To somehow get his help and burn Roderick and Vittoria.

Kael: “Orientation starts with the Drop. Survive it, you’re in. Die (well, we have excellent resurrection insurance).” He snaps his fingers. The half-pipe folds open like a blooming metal flower and becomes a vertical shaft that disappears straight down into darkness lit by violet lightning. Seras is already grinning like this is Christmas. Seras: “Shotgun.” She steps off the edge and free-falls, armor igniting into a blazing comet. Lucian swears once and dives after her, wings tucked for speed.

“WHAT?!” Seraphine raised her hand, and instead of channeling darkness, she focused on every good memory she had. The memory of Lucien’s hug. The memory of her mother’s voice. The memory of what it felt like to be free. “I CHOOSE LIGHT!” she screamed. She pushed her power outward. It wasn't dark anymore. It was silver, pure and bright. “ARRRGH!” Hellspawn screamed as her energy burned him like holy fire. His hand recoiled, loosening its grip. Seraphine fell forward, dropping to the ground, but she didn't run away. She stood up, trembling, and turned her back on him, walking slowly toward the circle.

From deep within the earth, Fenris’s laughter rolled like thunder, chains snapping one after another. The sky split, crimson light pouring down. And Serena lifted her hands, shadows and silver weaving together into a storm that made the world itself shudder. The war for her soul was no longer coming. It had already begun.