Seraph Of The End Mikaela Novels & Stories

"Wasn't it strong?" "I don't know what you are talking about," I say as I continue sweeping the front porch. "Seraphina wasn't born with any powers." Endora throws back her head in laughter, and lightning strikes a tree behind her. "Don't play me for a fool, Petra. Where is the child?" "Seraphina is gone," I say sternly. "There is nothing left of her. You have no power here. I suggest you leave." I let down my walls, and a surge of power flies forward and hits Endora in the chest.

It was… "No," I whispered, my voice trembling. "It can't be…" But it was. The antagonist—the one who had brought so much pain and suffering to my pack—was someone I had once loved. Someone I had trusted. Someone who had betrayed me in the worst possible way. "Welcome to the end, Seraphina," they said, their eyes glowing with dark power. "This is where your story ends, and mine truly begins." The words hung in the air, heavy with finality. But I wasn't ready to give up. Not yet. Not ever. I still had one last card to play, one last chance to save my pack, to save everything I held dear.

His eyes narrow to my hand and he scoffed before slicing through the skin on his heart. I watched his every move as he dropped the dagger next to Micah's head and brought out a purple glowing liquid out of his bag. He looked at me before releasing a sigh and saying "Devina sent me" I nodded even though his words did nothing to calm me down. He poured the liquid on Micah's chest and stretched his hands to him. He began to chant and the black veins began to glow purple. Nothing happened and I began to breath heavily and tears pulled in my eyes. "He's dead" I said in a low voice and the man next to me just shrugged.

It is I that will end this war and bring peace again. The Seraphim opened their mouths, that awful chittering noise making me shiver, despite the endless burning in my broken arm. Michael hovered closer to them, his huge fiery wings beating at the air. He remained there, in silent consultation, until finally, he turned back to face Azazel smiling, his eyes blazing with triumph. 'You speak the truth, Azazel,' he said. 'The Seraphim have seen it. They accept your most generous gift. The witch is a great prize indeed.'

Seraphina's POV “I am Seraphina of the Umbra Claw Pack, the last daughter of the fallen and long forgotten pack,” I began, my voice steady with purpose and quiet rage. “I give my name, my face, my soul to the shadows. In return, let me wear hers.” My voice echoed around the clearing as I enchanted the spell. I felt the wind still. The leaves stopped rustling. It seems as though the forest itself was accepting my words and we're in support of my actions.

In her past life, Seraphina (Sera) starling was used as human meat-shield fodder during the zombie/mutant apocalypse by her greedy ex-fiancé and her manipulative stepsister. After dying a brutal death, she opens her eyes—waking up 30 days before the apocalypse on the exact day she was supposed to sign over her inherited billionaire estate to her ex. This time, she awakens an ancient Spatial Dimensional Ring with an Infinite Storage & Duplication System. Armed with 30 days, billions in liquid cash, and zero mercy, Sera liquidates her enemies' assets, hoards millions of tons of food, weapons, and medical supplies, and builds an impenetrable fortress base. When the world ends and her betrayers

“Perhaps we no longer need him dead.” Red King raised an eyebrow. Azrael turned his head slightly. “Perhaps it’s time to show him what the final Seraphim looks like.” A door creaked open. Footsteps. Red King turned toward the sound. And then he saw them. Not a man. Not a child. A girl. Young. No more than seventeen. Her black hair shimmered like water, and her golden eyes didn’t blink. She smiled. “I’m the ending you were all too afraid to imagine,” she said softly.

She smiled when she saw me. “King Kade,” she said gently. “You look like you have not slept much.” I sat down in the chair beside her bed. “How are you feeling? Are you still in pain?” Elara shook her head slowly. “I am better now. Percival worked his magic well, and the wound is healing nicely. But I must tell you something important. It is out of my control now. Seraph’s power has grown too strong. The bindings I placed on him are broken beyond repair. At this point, only Rowan can destroy him. His divine light is the only force strong enough to end Seraph completely.”

My legs are very weak and I have to cling to a dark wooden cabinet on which are several bottles of JB, causing them to stagger. -I was always there for you, Lailah. -I don't want to hear anything else, I don't want to know anything else. I want to go home. I want ...- And I'm not going to let that Azael get you in trouble. I'm going to use you to bring him here, and I plan to finish him off with my own hands. I will protect you. It's the last thing I get to hear before everything goes black. AZAEL

The impact sends shockwaves through the amphitheater that ripple outward across the battlefield. Dragons in the sky above us falter. Fae warriors turn to watch. Even the wind seems to pause. Because they can feel it now. The end of the war. And as Seraphina’s music climbs toward its final crescendo— So does the fight between us. Only one of us will rise from this moment. And the realms themselves have already chosen which one. I slam my wing into him and send him crashing into the stone pillars of the amphitheater. “No.”