Novel & Cerita Seraph Of The End Mikaela

“I’m not who you think I am.” “You are,” he said, stepping closer. “You are Queen Seraphine Elara Vellaria Landon Vaelthorne.The Nexus of Lycan Carl and Vampire-Witch Maika. My wife. The one who stopped the Council from awakening Lucifer.” “Lucifer…” she echoed, her face pale. “The name keeps appearing in my dreams.” He was beside her now, but didn’t touch her. He knelt instead, his head bowed. “I swore I would protect you. Even from yourself.”

She smiled. I made to smile back but an excruciating pain filled my body causing me to groan in pain. I looked down at my self and saw blood flowing out of my side. The bullet hit me instead. Makaila followed my eyes to my body and screamed when she saw the blood. I gave her a sad smile as I fell straight to my knee, my vision getting blurry. The last thing I heard was Makaila screaming my name before I feel into permanent darkness. **** Makaila's POV

I love him so much, but it will be wiser to end things with him. Me — I have found him, Raphael. He is in a really bad shape. So please, it's better if we end things up right now, Raphael. I am sorry, but I am ending our relationship. I say, and my words hurt me so much. I never knew that it will ever reach this point. A point where we had to end things between us. It was so sad to say goodbye. Raphael — babe, please. Don't end things up with me. I love you, Serah. So please don't end things up with me. I just cannot live without you, my love.

We landed with my back facing the ground full of marbles, shattered bottles, and garbage while she landed in a kneeling position with her blazing eyes still staring at me and her hand on my neck. “Never forget that I AM MIKHA’EL,” She said in a thundering voice that made the whole place shake, and she stood up and spread her wings and flew away in her phoenix form. Like nothing happened. Yes, I am nothing compared to her. HE IS MICHAEL who disguises himself as a teenage girl. WTF?

Drake has hope in his heart. "Yes, alpha," Millie answered. "She just needs to regain her strength by now..." she paused. "Emily’s soul was in the temple of the moon goddess." "How did you know?" "The prophecy tells." She replied. When the war ended, Drake took care of his son while watching Emily and waiting for her to wake up. That day, rouges and hunters were all dead. Blood was scattered around, but his soldiers and his Beta cleaned up the mess. Bury the dead and remember those who gave their lives.

"Your own path?" Marcus scoffed, shoving Layon away and releasing his t-shirt, "You are your father's son. What other path is there?" The salt-and-pepper-haired alpha glared at Layon with such distaste that Layon was certain he wasn't going to like what came next. Sucking in a deep breath, Layon prepared himself for all he was about to admit. "I would never have found Reebah without the help of Angel Hale." That's when Marcus's eyes did turn utterly black, so black in fact that the whites entirely disappeared and Layon knew that the alpha's wolf was just barely being restrained. Though he had fought his father several times to train

“Elysia.” The word left her lips like a prayer and a wound together. The name hung between them, fragile and heavy. Beneath her glove, the mark on her palm began to pulse again, faint and steady, answering some call far away. The glow was dim, but it was enough to paint the snow at her knee in shades of silver. Lucien turned toward her, studying the quiet resolve in her face. “You are certain?” “I felt her,” Seraphina whispered. “When the bells began, I felt the Light stir. That brightness in the sky, that heat in the air, it was her.”

Mazikeen was securing the last buckle. "Are you comfortable, Seraphina?" I asked. She didn't answer. Her eyes were fixed on the window, her jaw clenched. I knelt beside her seat, my face close to hers. "Mazikeen," I began, my gaze sweeping over my second-in-command, "is a loyal companion. In some old texts, Mazikeen was said to be a succubus, one of Lucifer's most trusted. Powerful. Dangerous. She holds her loyalty above all else. Disrespect her again, Seraphina, and you'll face more than just her hardened face." I paused, letting the warning sink in. My eyes flickered back to Seraphina’s defiant profile.

On that day, I will sever every connection between Raelor and me. I will never return. That night, Raelor did not come back. The pack forum already displayed a letter of gratitude from Seraphine. It described in detail how Alpha Raelor accompanied her to pray before the statue of the Moon Goddess. Photos were attached. Raelor supported Seraphine as she knelt before the Moon Goddess, his expression reverent. Mirella Raven, Seraphine’s mother, held his hand, smiling warmly. In one image, his hand rested protectively over her barely visible abdomen. His gaze was gentle. They looked like a family.

She leans forward slightly, the dim light casting jagged shadows across her face. Selena exhales, her breath ragged. She shakes her head, her hands tremble slightly—the tremor in her hands betraying the icy calm she’s trying to maintain. “No… but She did leave her name tho… Seraphina, was it? And something about trouble… way worse than the attack on Valentine, is already here. Watching.” Her voice falters, but her eyes hold steady, glowing faintly in the low light. The last word hangs in the air, heavy and thick, as if the presence of this unseen force has already infected the space. Demika’s brows knit together as she leans forward, her voice almost a growl. “And you’re sure she looked lik