Seraphim Supernatural の小説・ストーリー

Her eyes were gazing at Benjamin's lifeless eyes, until she felt that presence coming closer to her. Seraphina took her teary eyes upward and her soul clenched in extreme amounts of horror by watching that voracious sinner, who had just committed that ruthless sin, taking his predacious step closer to her. His barbaric grey orbs were penetrating her soul with its vicious intensity. His jaw was still tightened. The fatal deadliness in his eyes had turned more merciless. Seraphina clutched her clothes, feeling his every step, reducing the distance between their bodies. That demonic human was getting closer to her, which made Seraphina start taking her steps backward, away from him.

Was this reunion truly as innocent as it seemed? Before I could voice my concerns, a hush fell over the room. The air crackled with anticipation as an elderly figure, adorned in ancient robes, stepped forward—a revered seer who held the power of prophecy within his ancient bloodline. His voice carried a weight of knowledge as he addressed us all. "Seraphina," the seer intoned, his voice grave yet laced with a hint of foreboding, "your path is intertwined with both light and darkness, and the choices you make will shape the fate of not only your own heart but the entire werewolf lineage."

I said as I handed him the pen and the paper. He took a deep breath as he held the pen in his hand. "You can do this, Cleoffe, you can do this!!" I was looking at him as he started answering the problem that I asked him to solve. I guess Summer was really right, Cleoffe has some resemblance to Lucifer. It's just that Lucifer has different colors of eyes. And Cleoffe seems to always wear a smile on his face while Lucifer tends to frown.

“You want me to fight.” “I want you to see.” The light within the goddess’s form dimmed. “The world will call you heretic. The Light will call you false. But balance cannot be worshipped. It can only be lived.” The silver light surged again, too bright to bear. Seraphina gasped and fell forward. Lucien caught her before she hit the ground. Her eyes were wide, glowing faintly. For a moment, her hair floated as if underwater, silver strands moving with a wind that wasn’t there.

"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."

"We know it's possible, but we don't know how." "Not square one," Whitmore corrected, gathering his documents back into a neat stack. "We have a direction now. A framework. We know that supernatural entities value novelty, experiences, and stories. We know that the original summoner—in this case, the Angel of Death—has the power to release Seraphine if presented with something of sufficient value. What we need to do now is figure out what your particular Angel might want." Seraphine's mind was already racing ahead, sorting through possibilities, discarding them, considering new angles. She felt Lucien's hand begin tracing patterns on her hip through the fabric of her dress, a thoughtful gest

Serafina’s POV: [In Her Car | Lumiere Fashion Studio | Morning] "Was this a blessing or a curse?" I asked myself. Silence, filled with distant car noises, was my response. I let out a groan, my gaze fixed on the car’s roof. All I saw was Aleskander — aka, the Sin Of Pride. Less than twelve hours ago, I wanted to meet Pride. To somehow get his help and burn Roderick and Vittoria.

Careful, I warned myself. She isn’t your mate. She isn’t yours. She’s a weapon. Nothing more! The ceremony continued. The square was silent. Hundreds of wolves filled the courtyard, their eyes fixed on the platform where Seraphina stood beside me. Torches flickered against the stone walls, painting the night in gold and shadow. Seraphina stood straight, her chin lifted, her hands folded before her. Like a Luna. Like she had never been chained. A murmur rolled through the crowd before slowly fading.

“You know, Ren, you haven’t even told us much about your mate. What’s she like?” I let his words sink in. I let him rope my thoughts and guide them away from the rage. “Small,” I breathed. “She smelt like vanilla and peaches hidden under a coat of ash.” Seraphine was the most beautiful woman I had ever laid eyes on, but I didn’t want to be shallow. I paused and recounted our first meeting. “She… stood up to the demon even though he could have snapped his fingers and killed her. She wanted to be with me. There is no doubt that Seraphine was the white light we saw; she radiated purity. I couldn’t smell any other scents on her, either. She’s- Seraphine is a virgin.”

Seraphine continued gently, “your powers manifest in steps. First emotional healing. Then physical. Then mental. But the final path is spiritual synthesis.” I blinked. “Meaning… ?” “Meaning,” Seraphine said, “you can reinforce, or break, the boundaries between realms.” Darian let out a low whistle. Lucien blinked hard, his vampire senses no doubt trying to follow the logic. Elysia whispered, “Holy hell…” Alejandro inhaled sharply. Inferno surged.