Seraph Of The End: Vampire Reign Novels & Stories

The dream-creature’s form spiraled into the air like smoke and bone, wrapping the walls in darkness. “Too late,” Astra whispered. Seraphina turned toward the looming figure, her heart thundering. “No. Not this time.” Lucan moved to stand in front of her, but Seraphina pulled him back. “Together.” The Sleepless One descended, its form flickering like a broken memory. Its voice tore through the space like ice. “You keep rewriting the ending. But it always ends the same.” Seraphina stepped forward, the rune on her palm now a blazing sun. “Not this time.”

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

Her eyes were shamelessly suggestive, and the others burst out laughing, no one stepping in to stop her. I frowned. This reunion was nothing like what I'd imagined. If I weren't waiting for someone, I would've walked out long ago. Just as I was about to call security, Sophie suddenly grabbed the woman's arm. Her eyes turned sharp and cold, anger flaring in her voice. "Keep your hands to yourself." The woman yelped in pain, struggling against Sophie's grip. Vincent grabbed Sophie's wrist. "Sophie, what are you doing?" Her face stayed cold, her tone even colder. "Doing the right thing. This is a reunion, not your circus."

She smiled when she saw me. “King Kade,” she said gently. “You look like you have not slept much.” I sat down in the chair beside her bed. “How are you feeling? Are you still in pain?” Elara shook her head slowly. “I am better now. Percival worked his magic well, and the wound is healing nicely. But I must tell you something important. It is out of my control now. Seraph’s power has grown too strong. The bindings I placed on him are broken beyond repair. At this point, only Rowan can destroy him. His divine light is the only force strong enough to end Seraph completely.”

But it would push her closer to the edge. Closer to choice. And choice, Hellspawn knew, was where souls truly cracked. It smiled. The ritual ended quietly. No explosion. No scream. Just a soft dimming of the runes as Seraphine stepped out of the circle, knees weak, heart hammering. She pressed a hand to her chest, laughing softly. “It’s begun,” she whispered. She extinguished the candles one by one, sealing the Sanctum behind her as if nothing had changed. Above, Moonlit Haven slept.

I had no strength left to fight, so I could only watch with horror. He smirked lewdly as his hand wandered all over me. My heart sank gradually, and I shut my eyes in despair. However, the next second, I felt the weight lifted off me. "What the hell are you doing!"

But for every one that fell, more replaced it. She wasn’t trying to win. She was trying to end the world. “Elena!” I shouted through the chaos. I felt her then, her power flaring, wild and desperate. Elena *****Same moment***** I couldn’t hold it anymore. I stepped forward, raising my hands as the Moon Queen blood answered my call. Light burst outward, clashing violently with shadow. The eclipse trembled. Every wolf froze. Every heart skipped. “This ends now!” I screamed. Seraphina turned toward me, eyes blazing with triumph. “Yes,” she said softly. “It does.”

"To be the center of a storm that only knows how to destroy?" "I am the Sovereign! I am the Queen of Eldergloom!" Seraphina’s voice was becoming distorted, overlapping with the screams of the thousand vampires whose lives she had harvested. The shadows were no longer under her control; they were crawling up her silver robes, wrapping around her throat like velvet nooses. "I cannot be unmade by a... a servant!" "You weren't made by a crown, Seraphina. You were made by us," Sofia said, her voice dropping to a whisper. "And we’re taking it back."

“That life is gone. This one is borrowed.” She took my hand and turned it palm up and a faint silver line appeared across my skin. It flowed then faded immediately. “One year, Seraphine. This flesh will not hold you one year before it fails.” My heart stopped. “One year?” “Yes, one year to choose.” “Choose what?” My voice broke again. She stood and the light around her grew brighter. “Between vengeance or love, truth or lies. Between the wolf who killed you or the witch who waits for you. Your fate is no longer written child, you will write it.”

Moonlight flickered weakly around her. Across the battlefield, wolves and witches still fought desperately against the remaining Ancients. But everyone could feel the truth. They were losing. The First Immortal stepped closer. “You fought well,” he admitted. “But the story ends here.” He raised his hand again. This time Seraphine knew she couldn’t stop it. Her power was fading. Her body was broken. The moon above was collapsing. This was the end. Then the sky exploded. A streak of black energy tore across the battlefield like a meteor.