Seraph Of The End: Vampire Reign Novels & Stories

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

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.”

"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.

“Not yours. Not anyone’s. Mine.” Silence fell, heavy and suffocating. Seraphine’s gaze lingered on me, unblinking, like an eagle staring down a wolf. Slowly, she leaned forward, her lips curling into something that was neither smile nor frown, but a warning etched in flesh. “Careful, Raymond,” she said softly, yet her voice cut sharper than steel. “Possession is a dangerous delusion, you claim her as yours, but we all know the truth. If she is Avina reborn, then she is beyond you, beyond us all.”

The once clear blue sky turned a sickening blood-red. Dark clouds roiled, and lightning flashed. "By my blood! By my soul!" Seraphina screamed as her body began to burn from the inside out. "I offer myself as the final key! Lord of the Abyss, I summon you! Descend!" The light from the array grew brighter, and a malevolent energy surged out like a tidal wave. Everyone was thrown to the ground by the force. "Mother was right!" Seraphina's body began to turn translucent. "All werewolves in this world deserve to die!"

Her aura slammed into the battlefield, forcing warriors and Elders alike to their knees. Seraphina’s eyes widened in true fear. “You… you weren’t supposed to return from the Abyss.” Ariana’s reply was cold, steady. “I didn’t return.” She lifted the glowing blade. “I ascended.” The ground split with power. The moon turned blood-silver. And the final war began.

The fight between ancient vampires was brutal and fast, centuries of accumulated power clashing in ways that cracked stone and shattered windows. Seraphina won, driving a blessed silver stake through Draven's heart and reducing him to ash that scattered in the wind. With their leader dead and facing combined hybrid-vampire opposition, the remaining purists surrendered or fled. We captured about fifty for interrogation while the rest escaped into surrounding territories. The battle ended by dawn with the compound intact and casualties minimized through superior tactics and unexpected alliance. Seraphina stood in the courtyard covered in blood and ash, her ancient face showing satisfaction. "T

Three massive figures stepped out. They were ten feet tall, clad in golden armor that shone like the sun. They wielded massive hammers and shields. They didn't look like monsters. They looked like angels. BOSS DETECTED: THE SERAPHIM. LEVEL: 99. TYPE: ANTI-VIRUS PROTOCOL. "They're hunting the glitches," Jax said, gripping his data-sword. "They delete anything that doesn't follow the script. They've already deleted the Merchant's Guild."

I have so many unanswered questions about this mysterious assassin. I spent the next week preparing for the formal event while also gathering what I could about assassins that were known. None of the information told me anything. I got a few well-known female assassin names. The number one was Phantom Reaper, second was Blade of Bracken (named after this city, Bracken’s Rock), and third was simply Death. Not very original, that one. By evening, it’s time for me to attend this despicable gala to network and attempt to secure funding for my next research project. I dress sharply in a black tuxedo, my white dress shirt is crisp, and I wear a neatly knotted black tie. My hair is usually always a

I was nearly broke. And my closest ally inside the apocalypse was a sarcastic spirit cat that insulted me hourly. But for the first time since my rebirth…I wasn’t afraid anymore.Because I finally understood what I was becoming. I was not a victim. I was the gardener of the end of the world. > [COUNTDOWN TO ETERNAL FROST: 10 DAYS, 18 HOURS...] The crimson numbers pulsed behind my eyes like a heartbeat. My gaze fell to the chaos spread across my desk.