Seraph Of The End Novels の小説・ストーリー

"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.

“Then that’s where we go next. Before he reaches it first.” Kaelen gave a grim nod. “So it’s true. The final game moves beneath the temple.” Lucian’s eyes met hers. “Then we finish it where it began.” Seraphina straightened, the fire behind her eyes burning steady now, no longer a curse but something greater—a choice. “No more running. No more cycles. This time, we end the dream on our terms.” As they turned toward the temple ruins, the city behind them smoldered, half in ashes, half in awakening. Above, the first light of dawn broke through the smoke, and for the first time, the fire in the sky did not frighten the people—it illuminated them.

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

RION POV Seraphina was going to sacrifice herself just so we could live. I—we—couldn't let that happen. My memories may not have returned but I knew Eryndor was our killer in the last life. He couldn't be our killer in this life also. How cruel was fate? Seraphina turned to us with a sad smile on her face, and I felt like I couldn't breathe. I wanted to scream at her but I was losing consciousness from how much blood I had lost. My eyes were slowly closing.

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.

I protested, tears mixing with the rainwater. But it was too late. The mudslide engulfed us, and in the chaos, I lost sight of the elderly person and the child. "Seraphina!" Randy's desperate voice reached my ears, but before I could respond, the relentless rush of mud carried me away. "Seraphina!!!" I was drained of strength. On the verge of death, a thick book floated toward me. "I'm about to die, and this wretched book…" I didn't finish my sentence. The hefty book, with millions of words, pressed onto my face, forcing my head downward.

The invincible threads, though stretched to their limits, pulsed with the rhythm of his heartbeat, a constant reminder of the love that fueled his every move. As the clash of blades and the howls of creatures continued, Seraphina, hidden away in the birthing sanctuary with their child, felt the echoes of the war through the invincible threads. Each wave of turmoil, each surge of magic, reached her like a spectral touch, binding her to the tumultuous events unfolding beyond the sanctuary's serene borders.

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.

"I would have helped you." "I know." I heal him. The darkness leaves his body. He kneels before me, weeping. "I do not deserve your mercy." "Maybe not. But you have it anyway." The disciples are gone. The shadow witch's influence is broken. But I know this is not the end. There are always more shadows. Always more enemies. Always more battles. I am ready. I am queen. I am wolf. I am Seraphina. And I will never give up.

A living road of silver light stretching across the sky between realms. And I feel it. Through the bond. Through the ancient magic in my blood. The two realms breathing together. For centuries our worlds strained against one another like separated tides pulling at the same shore. Now— Now they flow together. Balanced. Alive. Seraphina lowers her bow slowly as the final note fades, and the silence that follows is deeper than any battlefield stillness I have ever known. The war is over. Malrec’s body lies broken across the stone behind me.