Serafina And The Black Cloak Movie の小説・ストーリー

"He doesn't know the taste of real war." Before the fist could fall, a soft, heavy silence enveloped the alleyway. The rogue enchantment on Silas's hand suddenly vanished, dying out like a snuffed candle. Silas blinked, staring at his bare palm. "What the... who’s there?" Seraphina stepped into the alley, her cloak rustling softly. She didn't reveal her divine light, but she allowed a microscopic fraction of her absolute aura to leak into the enclosed space. The air pressure dropped instantly, making it difficult for the rogue warrior to breathe.

Kaelor dark fur cloak was pinned with the silver crescent emblem, catching the pale sunlight. ​"The mountains are treacherous, Ravenhart. But the jagged peaks will bottleneck their numbers. My vanguard can hold the rear, but we must move fast. Seraphina’s aura is getting louder by the hour." ​"I can hear you both, you know," Seraphina said, stepping up between the two massive Alphas. She pulled the hood of her simple woolen cloak over her silver-tinted hair, her fingers brushing against the moon-core crystal pendant that now rested permanently against the hollow of her throat.

"We'll find a way. But for now, we should leave this place. Kael's forces may be crystallized, but they won't be for long." A sudden rustling from the entrance of the temple caught their attention. A hooded figure emerged, slowly clapping. "Impressive. Truly impressive, Elara and Darius. To think you both managed to fend off Kael and his minions." Elara tightened her grip on the dagger. "Who are you?" The figure lowered its hood, revealing a young woman with raven-black hair and piercing blue eyes. "My name is Seraphina. And I've been watching you."

“No, Mathias, you need to listen to me. When I met Nevaeh, I was scared. I was scared of what I felt for her and what might happen to her if she entered my world. Since we’ve gotten here, you’ve experienced a variety of things that have shaken your world. But I have to tell you, you’re being an idiot.” My head snaps forward at his comment. Not a lot of people dare speak to me in such a tone. I’m Mathias Black, head of the Council. A centuries-old Seraphim who has killed legions. Giving Mikhail my most withering scowl, I manage to grit out, “I think you need to walk away, Mikhail.”

A large dazzling blood-like flame gradually enveloped the entire room and the image of Captain Black Beard and Seraphina also gradually disappeared because of this, until they could no longer see all the four cornered room because of the dazzling light. Mother. said Hana in her mind. They all close their eyes and cover with their hands. Captain Black Beard was running towards Seraphina. He was no longer had control over his body and mind. Seraphina close her eyes and the next happened was . . . In an instant the light disappeared, as if it had only been absorbed once and then everything feels like fine. When Hana and everyone opened their eyes, she saw Seraphina, her tears are dripping down

But he was only gone three weeks. The confusion stirred something uneasy inside her. Sereal’s eyes landed on Seraphina. She walked toward her, circling slowly, like a cat inspecting a mouse. “I see you brought a guest,” she said with a slight raise of her brow. “She’s Seraphina,” Nicolas replied, “from the Blackwood pack.” “Oh,” Sereal said lightly, though she didn’t look convinced. There was no wildness in Seraphina. No rough edges. She looked completely human.

Tonight, Luca was finally going to make his decision with or without his brother Theo. Meanwhile in her room, Seraphina stood in front of her mirror, her hands gently smoothing the fabric of her gown. It was an elegant, deep crimson dress that clung to her curves, embroidered with intricate silver designs that shimmered under the low light of the room. Her long golden hair cascaded down her back, the strands catching the eight glow of the candles scattered throughout the room. She adjusted her attire, her fingers brushing over the delicate lace at the necklace, when the door opened without a knock. She was shocked that he entered because he could have sent someone but he never did.

Seraphina adjusted the thin strap of her silk blouse and glanced at her reflection in the hallway mirror. Her long black hair flowed over her shoulders like a waterfall, her lips painted a bold crimson, and her almond eyes, sharp and unreadable, sparkled with subtle determination. ‘This man acts like I’m entering his circus... with him as the clown master. You’ve survived worse than this, Seraphina. Breathe. Just take him his damn coffee.’ she thought.

“Please, we mean no harm.” The door opened wider, revealing a figure cloaked in shadows. It was a woman, her face obscured by the hood of her cloak. Her hands, pale and bony, rested on the edge of the doorframe. “Who are you?” she asked, her voice low and raspy. “My name is Seraphina,” she said. “We’re looking for someone, a werewolf. He’s missing, and we believe you might be able to help us find him.” The woman didn’t respond right away. She tilted her head slightly, as though studying Seraphina, then shifted her gaze to the rest of us. Her eyes, dark and piercing, lingered on me for a moment longer than I was comfortable with before returning to Seraphina.

I didn't want to be subjected to the torture of having to put up with this shitty attitude. "Do you even realize what you have agreed to?" Silas scoffed, looking down at me like a dumb child incapable of making decisions. "We cannot let you in on any of our business or plans without you belonging solely to The Black Rose... there will be no out for you," Silas emphasized. "Not even when Elijah's killer is found," he declared coldly—or rather, with a satisfied tone.