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My fiance, Fenrir, the Alpha of the Blood Moon Pack, had one rule. After ten at night, he would not answer calls or respond to anyone through mind-link. Even when we were deeply in love, he had never made an exception for me. When I was being followed by a rogue and desperately called for his help, all I got was an impatient reprimand. "Ellia, don't make up lies about being followed by a rogue just to get my attention." It wasn't until three days before our marking ceremony that I discovered Fenrir had been using mind-link with his childhood friend, Mia, every night after ten. It went on for an entire year without a single interruption. Mia had been attacked by a rogue when she was you

eight in a teardrop form. I heard the humans scream for victory. Raising their weapon in the sky to show Victory. I saw hope in the lost souls too. I saw a paper with pride written on it, burned before it touched my hand. The task is done and the seven deadly sins are gone. The barrier gets thick again. The heaven opens and the seven archangels kneel including Michael who is fighting the Nephilims to protect the humans. I defeated Samael and he is gone, same with Maria. The Nephilim that he help to escape just to give terror to humans are gone too. As well as his army of angels. They all turned into ash one by one as when their master got defeated. Husk and Tusk returned to themselves. A cu

“No, Mathias, you need to listen to me. When I met Nevaeh, I was scared. I was scared of what I felt for her and what might happen to her if she entered my world. Since we’ve gotten here, you’ve experienced a variety of things that have shaken your world. But I have to tell you, you’re being an idiot.” My head snaps forward at his comment. Not a lot of people dare speak to me in such a tone. I’m Mathias Black, head of the Council. A centuries-old Seraphim who has killed legions. Giving Mikhail my most withering scowl, I manage to grit out, “I think you need to walk away, Mikhail.”

My wolf and I can't take it. ‘He might realise once this is done Quoi.’ My wolf Seraphina says with a whimper. ‘He won't. There is nothing to realise. I can't live in that space anymore Phia. I just can't. He doesn’t even say my actual name for Goddess sakes. I mean nothing to him. Never have. Never will. With all this going on, its opening too many wounds. Let's just get some space for a little.’ I beg her. I am too old for this drama.

Instead, they formed shapes. Memories. Her mother’s final prayer. Her father’s betrayal. Kaelith’s last scream. Dante’s hand reaching for hers. The moment she refused the crown—and the moment she accepted it. “You are not a queen of kingdoms,” the Gate whispered. “You are a queen of endings.” Seraphina fell to her knees. “Then let me end you.” “No. Let me end us.” The flames collapsed. And Seraphina screamed. --- When she awoke, she was no longer in the Core.

"You think your magic, your pathetic coven, can destroy me? I am the darkness. I am the end of all things." Seraphina's heart pounded in her chest, but she didn't flinch. She felt the spirits of her coven all around her, their presence filling her, wrapping her in warmth despite the coldness of Xeroth's wrath. She could feel the power of the bond between her and Dorian-faint, but still there, still alive. It was a lifeline. It was everything.

“It’s over now. You’re safe. I’m here.” He turned to Seraphina, who was now nothing more than a wisp of black smoke, struggling to hold form. “Now it’s your turn,” he said, his voice burning with a righteous fury. “It’s time to pay for your crimes.” He summoned all his power, the shadow and light merging into a single, devastating blast. With a final, agonizing shriek, Seraphina vanished, her essence scattered to the winds, her reign of terror finally over.

Restore what was lost. You are the future of Aurelian House. You are the future of the dragons. And the ember remembers. I will be with you, always. Seraphine Aurelian

“The source of the revenants. They’re made by the Aetherheart Shard. And the only person who can stop it is Seraphine.” Veyra’s expression didn’t change. She took the scroll and read it slowly. Then she smiled. “Nice find, Traveler.” “Seraphine, as the Primarch, can destroy it,” I said. The smile was small. Cold. Knowing. I sensed something was wrong. “You are clever,” she said softly. “Too clever.” She raised one hand. Suddenly, the ground cracked open, swallowing me whole. It seemed my suspicions were correct after all.

Shadows moved across the sky — huge shapes with wings that glowed faintly in the light. The soldiers looked up too, some falling to their knees. Revan’s voice was low. “They called them.” “The Seraphs,” Jordan whispered. I had only heard the name once — creatures said to be born of light and punishment. The Council’s final weapon. They dove fast, wings slicing through the air. The first one hit the ground near the soldiers, and the explosion shook the valley. Revan pulled me down behind the rocks as the shockwave hit. “Stay low.”