Seraph Of The End: Vampire Reign Novels & Stories

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.

She inhaled, letting her power soften, her presence settle— “Stop it, Sera.” The words cracked like a whip. “That shit only works when I allow it.” Her breath stalled. “Now,” he snarled, “tell me what the fuck is going on.” She studied him for a heartbeat longer than necessary. This was different. So she chose the truth. “Seraphine is ramping up for war,” Sera said evenly. “And it will be brutal. Her targets aren’t weak points. They’re statements. Black River. Obsidian Ridge. South Dakota." Sera continued softly.

It was in that exact moment of exhaustion that my Lycan finally roared to life, clawing her way to the surface. “They aren't bringing in reinforcements, Seraphina." Her voice echoed through our shared consciousness, erratic and sharp as a razor. “Look closer at their bodies. They aren’t really dead.” A cold shudder went down my spine as I ducked beneath the swinging blade of a brainwashed rebel. I drove my palm into his chest, unleashing a concussive blast of S-rank energy that sent him flying into the dirt. I forced myself to look. To really look at the fallen bodies scattered across the blood-soaked grasses.

She paused at the runway’s end, hands folded gracefully, embodying fragile purity. Backstage whispers rose. “She didn’t come…” “Her turn is now…” The music shifts. Lights dimmed slightly. Silence expanded. Then— A shadow steps forward. Seraphine emerges. For a heartbeat, the time seemed to freeze. Her dress was no longer what they had destroyed. Black silk wraps her body like night itself, perfectly fitted, flowing without a single visible seam. From her shoulders descended a sheer cape that shimmers faintly, long enough to trail behind her like liquid moonlight. Her face is bare with no makeup.

Once he reached her bedside, Seraph sat on the edge and scooped Esper up in his arms. "Esper, please wake up," he whispered. "I'm here, malieńki, and I won't leave you ever again." Seraph's words echoed through Esper's dream, and familiar sparks began to fill her body. She dredged through the swampy darkness towards his voice, the sparks getting stronger. Esper's eyes flitted open as she felt the familiar pressure of Seraph's lips on hers. Her body relaxed in the male vampire's arms as she kissed him back. Slowly pulling away, Seraph smiled, seeing the girl in his arms awaken.

Trying to parry, and also landing attack after attack on the bodies of his enemies that seemed never-ending. Clanggg!~ … Torrrnn!~ … Reinhard spread a smile on his lips in the middle of the fight. "The fact that Ansel and Andrew are not ordinary noble-class vampires, but the Three Pillars of the Kingdom, I shouldn't have looked down on them in the first place." Bammm!~ … Alexis, who was not far from where Reinhard was, kicked a low-class vampire which made the vampire fly and crash into the bodies of several other vampires behind him. Alexis rotated her mystical scythe which was larger than her own body as if she was dancing with a very beautiful movement.

I noticed a small couch in a corner and took a seat on it. "Do you always watch me every night?" She suddenly asked me breaking the silence. "Since you got attacked," I confirmed and she nodded. "You're quite calm for someone who just learned that completely fictional characters actually exist," I pointed out. I've noticed ever since I told her that I was a vampire she kept a calm expression as if she's been told the exact same thing her whole life. "I really don't know either. I just feel this weird sense of belonging." That's probably the effect of the sacred book on her. She's the chosen one so she'd naturally feel attached to our species without even knowing.

“I completely agree. We are going to go down to where we just were, though. The blood that we created there is where the key is. If we ever need to release that spell, it is done there. Come, let me show you.” Walking back down to where we had just performed the spell, I can see a faint glitter on the ground. “What is that?” I ask, pointing to the area. “That is the spell. It is a small fragment of what is protecting our kingdom. Do not worry; it cannot be removed, and vampires usually cannot see it.” “I can see it,” Lawler announces as he points out the diameter of the shimmering space. “You can because you are mated to Elnora; her blood runs within you so that you will see it. The boys sho

I followed behind knowing very well the enemies were just a step away and probably our death as well. "Well, well well welcome to your fate of doom love birds. Today we witness the death of Kyson and his lover!" I felt weak hearing him freely announcing the death of my woman. No man this time you've got it wrong. I stepped forward and Cade did the same. I could feel myself surging with power. Merging all my elements. Fire, wind, ice, lightning all coming out. My nails adjusted to a centimetre and my eyes became red and my voice sounding in form of a roar. My fangs were exposed, itching to bite in some flesh. I felt energy and my control was slowly fading. I moved with great speed and lunged

"Unlike you, Lucian, I have never pretended my hands are clean. That pretense is precisely what has kept this bloodline suffering in silence for three hundred years, protected just enough to survive and never enough to finally end the reason it needs protecting at all." Sera felt something shift in her chest, anger burning through the fear now, steady and clarifying. "You want me dead. Say it plainly instead of hiding behind speeches about mercy." Selene's gaze did not waver. "I want the silver line ended, fully, completely, in a way Ophira's failed ritual never managed. Whether that requires your death depends on you, not on me. There is another path. One that does not end in a hollow or a