Seraph Of The End Mikaela Novels & Stories

A woman who would forever live in their hearts. That was the end of the story, but the grief and love would never truly end.

said seraphine and searched for tools to remove those tied to their hands Seraphine immediately found the sharp end of the iron and there they removed the chains from their hands. "Akira I'll be back I'll just consume the demons that brought you here" Azrael said angrily and cocked his guns

“Hey, Seraphina!” “Hey, what’s up?” Seraphina appeared at the end of the hall on the third floor, tears streaming down her face. She looked rough, with cuts on her face and signs of distress. My heart sank when I saw her, and I rushed over as she reached out her arms. “Oh, hey! It’s you?”

Seraphina Right in my eyes, my soldiers loyal to me begin to die at the hands of those whose loyalty is obviously bought. I freeze on the spot, not knowing what to do. But one thing is certain, I will not let him win this. I howl so loud, reminding them who their alpha is. I feel my eyes glowing red as the surviving soldiers turn to me, blocking their ears. They drag their feet towards me, their palms on their ears. I glance at Raze, his eyes are wide in shock, fear emerging out of it as him and his mistress blocks their ears as well.

The word came out broken. He leaned closer and rested his forehead on mine. “I’m here,” he said. “I’m right here, and I’m not going anywhere.” I closed my eyes. The confession sat on the tip of my tongue. I’m Seraphine. I came back for you. I love you and I never stopped. But the mark on my palm flared hotter again and a sharp stab traveled up my arm and into my chest. I gasped. My fingers jerked in his and Rhydian pulled back immediately.

That the world had tried to prevent from existing. And I was beautiful. I was terrible. I was free. "Sera." I turned to my best friend, my anchor, the girl who'd chosen to stand in the dark with me. Seraphina stood at the apex of the ritual circle. She looked like a weapon forged from starlight and prayer. Skin glowing with incandescent purity. Angelic wings fully unfurled, each feather shedding sparks of white-hot mana that hissed against damp stone. Beautiful. Terrified. Loyal.

One by one, they stepped into the tether, their bodies flickering as they were pulled back to the living world. Micah was the last to look at Melania, whose form had begun to disintegrate into smoke. SHe turned to him and smiled before mouthing words he could barely see except… “...soon, my love.” He didn’t speak. He just stepped into the light. *** It was absolute chaos, but one Laurie welcomed when she saw Serif and the reinforcements storming the clearing. Her idea worked, but it didn’t stop her sister from attacking her. Laurie threw a bolt of magic, but Lillian twisted her fingers and snapped it apart in midair, a wicked grin spreading across her face.

Michael nods, “Though we are fallen, we can sense most angelic bloodlines. Your lineage is quite strong. Your father must be an ancient Seraphim.” “Yeah, he’s pretty old,” she answers cheekily. Michael and I chuckle in response because even the oldest Seraphim isn’t as old as we are. We were the first. “My brother Kell and his mate were unable to come here due to scheduling conflicts, but they are working on helping Lana as well. Mara is a Breija and is working on her visions to see if she can glean any information on the Destroyer’s prophecy. She also has the power to absorb and interpret information from scriptures.” Mikhail states.

“Single shooter. Sniper-grade. Military precision. They’re not here to kill us, they’re here to take her.” Roman turned to Elena. “Who are they? Why are they after you?” Elena looked from Alma to Roman then slowly pulled back the sleeve of her blouse. On her arm was the same serpent-and-sword sigil. “I was Seraph,” she said quietly. “Before I became Lena Hartwell. Before I was your mother.” Alma staggered back. “You, you were one of them?” Elena nodded, tears in her eyes. “I defected. I ran from the program. I thought I’d buried it all. But Damien found me. He wanted to use me to build his version of Seraph. I refused.”