Seraph Of The End Mikaela Novels & Stories

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.”

She leapt into the center of the battlefield, sending shockwaves through the ground. Kael shifted back, blood running down his chest. “Seraphina. Stop this.” She shifted too, her human form rising from the smoke. “You belong to me, Kael.” “No,” he said. Her eyes turned to Aria. “Then she dies.” Seraphina raised both hands and hurled a wave of dark fire. Aria braced herself, but the fire parted around her. Everyone froze. Seraphina stared. “No... that’s not possible.”

- What does that mean, and what have to do with us? - I know the past, present, and future. This pack will disappear if Angel and Klaus don't get together. If they stay together, your Goddess will bless you forever. I tried tempting Jack, Brady, and Jackson, but Angel is still alive. You continue to do everything you can to try to get them together, thinking you can fight me. Everyone I've instigated has failed me, so now it's my turn. Be aware that the moment Angel enters the helicopter, it will explode in the air and kill the creature. You all know what will happen, but you won't be able to tell anyone. You can only watch. That day will be the beginning of the end for the Lycan Moon Pack,

With the last bit of my strength, I lifted my head, desperate to see William one more time. But in the end, I couldn’t. Darkness swallowed me whole. I died alone on a night no one would remember. Later, an ambulance took my body to the hospital. I hovered above as a ghost, watching Mike desperately try to save me, only to collapse in defeat, sobbing on the ground. "Thank you, Mike," I whispered, but he couldn't hear me. Then, he reached into my pocket, pulled out my phone, and glanced at it before dialing a number from his own.

The silver symbol on Elyra’s palm turned gold. Zevarion was thrown backward. “Elyra!” A wall of light formed between them. Inside it, the child appeared. Seraphine stood before Elyra, no longer smiling. Her eyes were filled with fear. “He is coming,” she whispered. “Who?” The child looked past Elyra. Toward Zevarion. “The one who remembers the ending.” The light behind Seraphine turned black. A figure appeared within it. Not Malrec. Not the Second Guardian.

“He wants my throne. Your crown. And our children. He wants to end prophecy and forge a new world of his own making.” Elianna’s grip tightened. “Then we end him.” Behind them, Elliot approached with Seraphina. Both were ready for war—Elliot with a silver helm under his arm, his expression sharp with tension; Seraphina glowing faintly with celestial energy, her staff etched with moonstone. “The scouts confirmed it,” Seraphina said grimly. “Malric is coming personally. He’s cloaked in death spells. He’s bringing reapers, banshees, corrupted knights, and a new beast—a shadowdrake bound in blood.”

Her fingers tightened slightly at her sides. “I can’t save you.” For a moment, she blinked rapidly. I could see pains in her eyes. Then it disappeared. She straightened again. Like nothing had happened. I leaned back and faced the crowd. “Proceed,” I said coldly. Elder Markus nodded. “Seraphina,” he commanded, “repeat after me.” Seraphina stepped forward. Her voice was steady. “I swear before the Moon Goddess…” The entire pack listened. “…that from this night forward, my loyalty belongs to SilverShade Pack.”

“I’m okay.” “You’re bleeding!” He touched the wound. “It’s not deep.” The woman smiled. “Not yet.” She raised her weapon again. Something inside me snapped. My blood began glowing. The rain around us stopped falling. Every drop froze in midair. The woman stepped backward. “What have you done?” I didn’t know. But Zero-D began crying. And the ground beneath us answered. A massive Serael symbol appeared in the street. Victor stared. “Seraphina…”

But at the moment, I’d much rather be involved with bringing down a werewolf-run drug running operation instead of a vampire-inflicted human homicide bordering pack lands. “Detective Fergeson, it’s nice to meet you. I’m sorry it has to be under these conditions.” I say, turning to shake his hand. “I’m Alpha Scarlett, the Alpha of the Crimson Snow Pack and these,” I point to Bree and Dax, “these are my Gamma and Lead Warrior, Bree and Dax.” Motioning to the others, I tell him, “this is Blake, Serafina, Theo and Conan, four more of my warriors. And this is Tasha and Channing, two of my trackers. Channing is the one who found the deceased.” I hear someone clearing their throat near me. “Oh, for