Seraph Of The End の小説・ストーリー

Lethal like poison yet, captivating, a different vibration accompanied it, like someone played an A zero on a piano. “Do not act smart with me, Seraphina. I won’t hesitate to end your life.” My blood froze. “You are nothing,” he murmured, voice silk over steel. “A pawn in our games.” A shiver ran down my spine. I should’ve been terrified. I should’ve begged him to let me go and indeed I was. I was terrified. He is known for how ruthless he is, killing anyone who dared to cross his path and now, I and my father dared to. However, I met his gaze, my heart racing and I whispered

“Jennifer and I are getting married at the end of the month. You like money, don’t you? As long as you come, I’ll give you a million.” He really was convinced that I was a gold digger. I chuckled and murmured, “Too bad I can’t go, but William, I wish you and Jennifer a happy life together from the bottom of my heart." Suddenly, a powerful force pulled me in. When I regained consciousness, I saw Jennifer and a man dressed in a robe. The man was holding a wooden cross and chanting under his breath. There was a table in front of him with a white porcelain urn on it. It was my urn.

He stepped forward, placed both hands on the relic — and it sank into his skin. Not stabbed. Absorbed. His body convulsed. The air screamed. Then… silence. When he turned, his eyes had changed. Still Bain. Still the ruthless protector. But now infused with something else. Hope. Fire. Judgment. “The final war is coming,” Seraphine whispered. “And now… we may stand a chance.”

Aradaa’s eyes were closed, but his fingers were twitching, tracing patterns in the air that didn't exist yet. "He's not the Scholar anymore," Fenris whispered, looking at Aradaa’s glowing skin. "No," Kaelor said, his jaw tight. "He's the Architect of the end." From the wreckage of the throne room, a high, piercing scream rang out. It wasn't Malachi. It was Seraphina. And she wasn't alone.

Serafina’s POV: [In Her Car | Lumiere Fashion Studio | Morning] "Was this a blessing or a curse?" I asked myself. Silence, filled with distant car noises, was my response. I let out a groan, my gaze fixed on the car’s roof. All I saw was Aleskander — aka, the Sin Of Pride. Less than twelve hours ago, I wanted to meet Pride. To somehow get his help and burn Roderick and Vittoria.

“But we’re not done. The second one’s coming.” Another contraction, and I didn’t think I had anything left. My vision was blurring. Everything hurt. “Marisol, stay with me,” Seraphine’s voice seemed far away. “One more. Just one more.” The door exploded inward. Kael’s wolf form flew backward, slamming into the wall. A wendigo stepped through, its void eyes fixed on the tiny bundle Seraphine held. “Give us the light,” it hissed. “Over my dead body,” Seraphine snarled, and her entire form erupted in golden flames. Not fire pure light, searing and holy.

My wolf howled inside me, scared and angry, clawing at nothing. Rhydian leaned down, pressing his forehead to mine. His tears fell on my face. “Please,” he begged. “Please don’t leave me. I can’t do this without you.” I wanted to tell him I loved him, I wanted to tell him I was scared, but my vision darkened at the edges. His grip tightened. “Seraphine… forgive me,” he whispered with a broken voice. The world went black and I faded away.

My eyes tracked him as he leaned closer, the faint scent of his cologne filling my senses and making it impossibly hard to breathe normally. The air between us suddenly felt thick and electric. He reached out and tilted my head gently, his fingers brushing against my jaw and sliding along my temple as he guided the drops toward my eyes. The touch was maddeningly light, but every nerve in me seemed to ignite. “You’re… so close,” I swallowed hard, biting my lip. Sebastian's eyes followed the action and I saw how his jaw twitched. "Yeah, sorry. I'm almost done." He said as he squeezed a drop into one eye, then the other.

I loved Cassidy more than anything. Although she had been involved with countless men, and she had even cheated on me with Henry, the fake heir, I still couldn't bring myself to let her go. I worked out, took medication, and did everything I could because I wanted to have a child with her. When the doctor finally told me today that I met the required fertility criteria, I grabbed the test results and rushed straight to her office. "Cassidy, I–" My voice came to an abrupt halt. Cassidy was passionately kissing her new male secretary with her arms wrapped around him. She glanced at me impatiently. "Get out!" I suddenly came to my senses. I could accept having a wife like her, but coul

Tears of emotion rolled down Nara's cheeks as she said with a trembling voice: "I am yours, Serafín, and you are mine." Seraphím clasped her tightly in his arms, melting into a passionate kiss that sealed their eternal love. The magical energy surrounding them was so powerful that they could feel their souls merging into one. As they embraced, onlookers could observe how Seraphím's Archon, now much larger than before, extended his majestic wings. Gently, he enveloped Nara with them, and gradually, she began to take on the same colours as him. Her white hair shone with divine light, and her eyes radiated a depth of knowledge and love that transcended the earthly realm.