Novel & Cerita Seraph Of The End Novel

Seraphina lifts her chin, smiling with the confidence of someone who has returned from death itself. The witch's deal has healed her and other affected person from the infectious illness she got from Lorenzo's cave .Her eyes glow with the kind of darkness that has no forgiveness, no boundaries, no end. She steps forward, right to Lorenzo—who suddenly trembles like a fool who has gambled everything and finally realizes the dealer was Death all along. "You owe me something," she purrs. Lorenzo's jaw clenches. "Seraphina…." She doesn't wait, she snatches the great black book right out of his hands.

Atlas said. Kord nodded. "In one of the more obscure texts I've read from Olon, one section was devoted to the prophecy of the ‘End Times'...emphasis theirs. A long-forgotten warrior would bind to a Bearer. Once the Bearer was complete, she would rise up against the gods that had imprisoned the magic of Oshamouri - their word for Azica." "Okay, assuming Scarlet is our long-forgotten warrior, Kiema is our Bearer, where does that leave the other prophesies you were telling us about?" Atlas asked. He was flipping through the pages of his notes.

He smiled, staring down at our hands. “Never knew it was gonna end this way, I wish I met you sooner.” I doubt if it would have changed anything if we met sooner. I could tell him all the secrets, but there was a secret that I couldn’t tell. A secret that’s gonna lie with me for a long time. That I, Seraphim was living a reborn life. We sat down with our legs touching the waters after taking off our shoes, I turned when I saw Raelle and Sebastian sitting next to us with Devon in their arms.

“I’ll patch in and rewrite the command script—if he doesn’t wake up first.” Aurora moved to cover him. Elias and Kai took flanking positions. Asher stayed by Damien’s side, wide-eyed but steady. Null knelt and began working. Seconds passed. Then the cradle twitched. A groan of metal. A crackle of static. Seraph opened his eyes. No pupils. Just pale, glowing white. And he moved. Fast. Too fast. The cradle burst apart as Seraph lunged down, landing between them with a heavy, unnatural grace. In one seamless motion, he sent Elias flying with a backhand and grabbed Kai by the throat, lifting him effortlessly.

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

Serafina’s POV: [Late Noon | Her Studio] My safe haven was no longer safe. Why? Because when I slid my door open, the literal devil was lounged on my couch. I liked how my place smelled like fabric and dye. I did not appreciate the addition of cedar that drifted in the air. I never tried to convince myself that Aleskander would leave. Nah. I wanted the Sin of Pride, and it'd hurt him so bad if things ended on my own accord.

Sharp as a knife. My heart jolted. What was he going to do to me? The High Witch stepped forward and bowed her head. The entire room was silent. Her voice echoed off the walls, practiced and polite. “This is Seraphina Noir, last of the Noir Coven, a peace offering, Your Majesty. A gesture from the surviving covens.” Peace offering. What a lovely way to say sacrifice. I didn’t bow, didn’t kneel. My heart pounded so hard in my chest it felt like it wanted to come out, but I locked my knees and fixed on him for a few seconds before I quickly looked away.

Just like what happened to me in my previous life. When I heard of their death, the weight on me was instantly relieved. Those who brought about my tragic end were gone at last. The winter of my life ended, and I was heading toward spring.

“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.

Amber said to him in a tone she didn’t recognize as her own. She didn’t wait to see his reaction. Hoped she’d fucking hurt him as she pulled the hood down over her head. Instantly, she felt suffocated, plunged into a deep darkness. She couldn’t breathe! This was how it all fucking ended, not with a bullet, but in this suffocating darkness… Chapter 41