Seraph Dazzlegarden の小説・ストーリー

Lethal like poison yet, captivating, a different vibration accompanied it, like someone played an A zero on a piano. “Do not act smart with me, Seraphina. I won’t hesitate to end your life.” My blood froze. “You are nothing,” he murmured, voice silk over steel. “A pawn in our games.” A shiver ran down my spine. I should’ve been terrified. I should’ve begged him to let me go and indeed I was. I was terrified. He is known for how ruthless he is, killing anyone who dared to cross his path and now, I and my father dared to. However, I met his gaze, my heart racing and I whispered

The potent scent of roses combined with burning candle wax hit my face full force. And deep within, a single anxious thought repeated over and over in my head: Why do I feel like I just entered a cage? The second I was all the way inside, my nerves were instantly assaulted by the suffocating gazes of the onlookers. My shoulders slumped lower under the weight of the heavy and dark hood. I looked everywhere for a place to hide but then I heard her. “Elara!” Seraphine was standing in front of me. Her black velvet dress featured red roses embroidered along the sides. She was beautiful and dangerous. Seraphine advanced toward me with slow steps while keeping her smile steady and unchanging.

She nods downwards, and it takes me quite a while to realize what she’s insinuating. I scoff silently, keeping my dark gaze on her face. “And what exactly do you see in my eyes, Seraphina?” “Desire,” she slurs, and it clicks in my head that the vodka was getting to her head now. “I see desire in them. Lazaro. De Luca.” She scoffs, a belch following almost immediately. “Well, if you want this,” she continues, pointing again at her pussy, “you would have to come get it yourself.” She laughs, sliding the curtain to the side and revealing her dusky-gold skin in its full glory.

“You want me to fight.” “I want you to see.” The light within the goddess’s form dimmed. “The world will call you heretic. The Light will call you false. But balance cannot be worshipped. It can only be lived.” The silver light surged again, too bright to bear. Seraphina gasped and fell forward. Lucien caught her before she hit the ground. Her eyes were wide, glowing faintly. For a moment, her hair floated as if underwater, silver strands moving with a wind that wasn’t there.

“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.

Angelica shouted at them. "Why stop? It's interesting. Who would have thought that the goddess that everyone praising is actually a wicked woman who hides under her fake mask?" The lady in the audience speaks too. "I've heard you once talking about Sir Owen being a flirt and snatched away your boyfriend. Is your boyfriend that you mentioned is Sir. Leon Yu?" The girl continue. "That..." Angelica couldn't find her words to answer. Why is everything turned out like this? Does she really have to admit?

She swept back his charcoal colored black hair and kissed his forehead, causing him to lift his head up to gaze into her light brown orbs. "Toffee", Shiv rasped out, a smirk taking over his handsome features. "This is just the beginning", HADES glorious eyes were so dark that PERSEPHONE forgot to breathe. .... How's the chapter readers? Thank you ShineeSunshine ♥️

It burned brightly within her, a shield against the encroaching whispers that filled her mind. The veil flickered, destabilizing under her radiant will. “You will not take me! I am not your pawn!” she proclaimed, raising her hands as a warm golden light erupted, pushing back against the darkness. The tree quaked, the ground beneath them rumbling as the whispers rose to a panic. “Foolish child!” the voices screeched, bitterness bleeding into their tone. “You will regret this defiance!” In that moment, the whispers recoiled, withdrawing into the veil, and the shimmering curtain writhed as if in agony. The clearing grew quiet once more, the oppressive weight of the darkness lightening, yet Sera

Not the cautious kind it had once held during darker years, but the untamed laughter of children… of peace. Seraphina stood at the top of the garden steps, a soft smile playing on her lips. Her long hair was pinned up in an elegant twist, streaks of sunlight catching the fine lines at her temples. Motherhood, power, and love had all left their marks on her, and they were beautiful.

he said slowly, eyes fixed on the man above. The stranger descended the staircase with calm elegance. Every footfall echoed like a ritual. “My name is Seraph,” he said, his voice a slow threat. “I speak for what Voss left behind.” Dorian straightened, jaw tight. “He left behind rot.” Seraph’s smile didn’t waver. “He left behind vision. Velvet was the stage. We are the script.” Isolde’s gaze never left Vivienne. She stood by the piano, hands poised on the keys, watching like she knew something they didn’t.