Seraph Of The End Asuramaru Novels & Stories

“Nice to meet you.” “So, where’s your mate? I know I’m only a human, but I feel the draw to Reyes, needing to be near him. It may not be the same as what he feels for me, but I know that I don’t want to be away from him. I’m sure your human feels the same way,” Marlene says. “My mate isn’t human,” I say and five sets of eyes turn to look at me. King Kazimir lifts his nose in the air and takes a deep breath.

she nodded and turned away again. "Wait! I am the beta to the same Alpha that made you his Luna. You don't need to worry about anything. We are the team to support. What can a mere old man and an injured soldier do to us" he walked close to her and caressed her ear. "You are ours..." he held his hand as Sophie hit it off her ear. "Your end has come. I will remind you when it becomes clear to you. You will regret coming into this Manor and whatever your mission is here" she walked away hastily as she was almost getting tears streaming down her eyes.

Atlas said. Kord nodded. "In one of the more obscure texts I've read from Olon, one section was devoted to the prophecy of the ‘End Times'...emphasis theirs. A long-forgotten warrior would bind to a Bearer. Once the Bearer was complete, she would rise up against the gods that had imprisoned the magic of Oshamouri - their word for Azica." "Okay, assuming Scarlet is our long-forgotten warrior, Kiema is our Bearer, where does that leave the other prophesies you were telling us about?" Atlas asked. He was flipping through the pages of his notes.

Amara begged as her tears fell down her cheeks. The warriors only laughed at her plea. She then hugged her father, trying to protect him at all cost. “Argus, you've been an amazing servant. The Alpha trusted you more than anyone in Omega. How dare you do this to him?” “I didn't! I told you, it wasn't me!” “It wasn't him, believe us, sir! Please try to investigate further! There might be a mistake—” Amara wasn't able to finish her words when Isaac, the other warrior, attacked her.

Self-entitled punks. The first person I spotted was Scott, the Lions’ captain, leaning against one of the arcade machines with a girl wearing a far-too-short mini skirt pressed against him. A little on the side stood Trent, and then next to him, there he was—Sebastian fucking Burkhart. I felt my blood boil even more just by looking at him. He was leaning against a machine, smirking like the arrogant bastard he was. No care whatsoever for what he had just done. I swear to god I was going to kill him.

His stolen power was flickering wildly now, barely holding together. I walked toward him. He looked up at me and laughed weakly. “You think this changes anything? Even if you kill this body… I will return. I always return.” I stopped in front of him. “Not this time.” I raised both blades. Seraph’s eyes widened. “Wait—” I drove both swords straight through his chest. He gasped. Black blood poured from his mouth. The twisted golden fire around him flared one last time, then died completely. His body went limp.

Their dead stares pierced through her, but Seraphina’s attention was fixed solely on Armin, desperate for reassurance. Armin’s demeanor softened just for a moment, his expression shifting as he wrapped his strong arms around Seraphina, pulling her trembling body against his chest. The contrast between his warmth and the icy reality around them only deepened the tension in the room. Seraphina looked up at him, her tear-filled eyes searching for the truth, her heart torn between love and doubt. Her face pressed against his chest, and she felt the steady rhythm of his heartbeat, the one anchor in a storm she couldn’t control.

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.”

They reached the central atrium—and the sphere chamber, identical to the one beneath the rebel base. Only this one had been corrupted. Twisted red veins webbed across it, and suspended within was the child… eyes glowing, locked in some sort of energy cocoon. Ivy stepped forward, hand outstretched. “Mommy,” the girl whispered. The power surge knocked them all backward. Seraphina emerged from the shadows, draped in obsidian armor lined with glowing runes. Power radiated from her in waves. “I told you she’s mine,” she said. Ivy stood, blood at the corner of her mouth. “She’s not a weapon.”

Beside him, Maika walked silently, her aura simmering — equal parts rage, longing, and hope. They emerged into the clearing, and there she was. Seraphine stood in the center, her long silver hair loose over her shoulders, a soft glow clinging to her form like moonlight woven into flesh. She turned slowly, sensing the approaching auras. Her eyes met Maika’s first — and time stopped. For a heartbeat, no one moved. The wind itself seemed to hold its breath. “…Mother?” Seraphine whispered. Maika’s face crumbled. She stepped forward, arms trembling. “Elira…”