Seraphim Supernatural 소설 & 이야기

Xeroth was rising. Seraphina's breath caught in her throat as the shadows coalesced into a form something dark, something ancient. The creature that had been bound for centuries was finally free. It was an abomination of shadow and smoke, its shape shifting like liquid, neither man nor beast but something in between. Its eyes glowed with a malevolent, red light, and as they locked onto her, Seraphina felt the weight of its hatred, its thirst for destruction. She stumbled back, her heart racing. "Dorian... we have to stop it. We have to-"

he raised his hand, blood and light merging, “…am its vessel.” His skin cracked; silver‑laced bone spines sprouted, forming blazing white wings. “I am Seraphim.” Above, the holy circle widened, and from its center a pair of colossal wings of light unfurled, covering half the city. --- Back with Evelyn. The ground shook. A beam of energy pierced the clouds and struck where she stood. Evelyn was hurled back, clutching Lucien to her chest. “Evelyn Cross.” Alaric’s voice boomed across the skypart angel, part demon.

He was right, which made it worse. “Agreed,” I said. “Same goes for you.” “Fair.” He glanced toward the tree line, then back. “Then let’s start. What do you know about Seraphine?” We sat down at the edge of the stream and I told him everything. The smell of grave dirt in the delivery room. The partial journals I’d found in her quarters — her correspondence with a necromancer I hadn’t been able to name yet. The necromancy theory I’d pieced together from fragments: that she wasn’t just creating false bonds, she was harvesting something from them. Energy. Death energy. That she needed the bonded partner to die at a specific moment for the ritual to work.

He raised his shield and pressed forward, each step deliberate. The others fell in line behind him, muscles taut with tension. Kael’s blade gleamed with faint light, reflecting the violet veins of the staircase. Lysandra’s hands flared with controlled fire, casting shadows that danced against the walls. Eryx’s sigils flared intermittently, leaving trails of white-hot energy in his wake, as though trying to carve their path through the vault itself. The Seer murmured rhythmic chants, a protective cadence meant to steady the mind against the psychological onslaught.

It doesn’t even matter if I accept the rejection or not. As long as the elders has given their consent there was no say in it. But I didn’t want to feel like a loser. “Seraphim Breckinridge is hereby sentenced to death for the murder of my child. And the cause of harm to Blair and enough evidence we had seen. Everyone saw how you treated Blair and how you wanted to get rid of her.” He shouted, and he turned slowly staring at everyone in the room. “Seraphim is an hybrid, we know the blood of the witch is in her! She’s the power to have killed Blair’s baby because she could not have hers!” He yelled and veins were throbbing from his neck.

“Hmm, related to the method used to extract her soul from the body. Seraphine’s soul is more or less unstable in her current vessel, that is Blair’s body, and because of this, in the presence of her previous vessel, her soul tries to leave for a better vessel. However, Seraphine’s previous body is already occupied, and series of spells had been used to secure the soul to the body. That’s why, she should be kept away from her previous vessel. Even if her soul jumps out, it wouldn’t be able to penetrate through those layers of spells used to keep the other’s soul to her previous body. In the end, her soul shatter from the impact, giving her no chance of reincarnation. A pretty terrible and tri

That the world had tried to prevent from existing. And I was beautiful. I was terrible. I was free. "Sera." I turned to my best friend, my anchor, the girl who'd chosen to stand in the dark with me. Seraphina stood at the apex of the ritual circle. She looked like a weapon forged from starlight and prayer. Skin glowing with incandescent purity. Angelic wings fully unfurled, each feather shedding sparks of white-hot mana that hissed against damp stone. Beautiful. Terrified. Loyal.

"Sera, Layla… was punished terribly by the Moon Goddess. She's at Death's door. Only Ember Rebirth can save her now!" "Is that so?" Seraphina's eyes were utterly cold. "What does that have to do with me?" "She's your sister! If you hadn't pushed her into Thornfrost Grove back then, she wouldn't have ended up so weak!" "And do you know why Layla was punished in the first place?" "Why does that matter? You still have to save her. You're family!" Seraphina took a step back. "I'm sorry, but I can't save her. Because I already 'died' once. After being reborn, I no longer have a family in this world."

I interrupt, distrust coloring every word. My hands grip the book firmly as I move closer to the fireplace. I watch Seraphina’s form in the flames, and the sight is far more terrifying than Aria described. Her face, once beautiful, is now deformed; the golden eyes that once gleamed with cunning are now completely destroyed—hollow, empty sockets that seem to overflow with a terrible void. What’s left of her appearance seems to radiate a kind of dark energy that sends shivers down my spine. “You’ll need to perform the spell, Caelum. You have to practice forbidden magic. It’s the only way to send him back!” Seraphina responds urgently.

Cries echoed into smoke. Lucien vanished into the shadows, his daggers a blur. Eveline summoned a wall of fire to shield the wounded. Dante fought at Seraphina’s back, covering her blind spots like instinct. And at the center— Seraphina walked through the madness like a storm. Her flame was not fire—it was light. She burned the tethered and freed their spirits. She severed the false magic and unbound the stolen echoes. Every time she touched the earth, the Gatemarks seared shut.