When The Moon Hides Her Crown (Seraphina) by Pooja novel Chapter 308

THIRD PERSON POINT OF VIEW

Some time earlier…

Watching Ronan's red aura consume Ryker’s dark palace, Finn stood silently in the forest, his figure barely a shadow amidst the trees. The one responsible for his mother’s ruin was close, within his reach, yet the battle felt different now. It was no longer just his fight. Seraphina had already taken the brunt of it, bearing scars both physical and emotional. She was facing Ryker head-on, a force of nature on her own, though Ronan stood by her side. Ronan who had similar scars to Seraphina. Still…

“I’m going,” Asher declared, taking a drag from his cigarette as he watched the chaos unfold. “What about you?”

Finn stayed silent for a long moment, his gaze fixed on the fiery battle in the distance. Finally, he spoke. “If I step into the fight, it will become my fight.” This was how he had always lived, fought alone. Won alone.

Asher exhaled slowly, taking another drag before silently passing the cigarette to Finn. “Then you might want to join in to witness the demise of the evil that ruined countless innocent lives…and someone very close to you.” Finn’s eyes flicked from the cigarette to Asher’s steady gaze. Asher’s voice was quiet as he added. “This isn’t my story to lead... but I too want to see how this game ends.”

Asher walked ahead towards the mostly destroyed palace, his steps steady and purposeful. Finn, still standing in the forest, glanced down at the cigarette in his hand. It was a shared one, a gesture between friends, unspoken but understood. With a quiet breath, he brought it to his lips, inhaling deeply before slowly exhaling the smoke, letting it swirl around him. His mind churned, the haze of the cigarette blending with the weight of the choices ahead.

***

Now with Finn’s arrival, the spirits began crawling and screaming as he walked among them. Aran held his breath as he watched each spirit make its final, pitiful cry under Finn’s feet. The unsettling calm with which Finn moved made the spirits tear into one another, their agony intensifying as they were threatened by his presence.

Ryker’s expression twisted in fury, his control slipping as he saw Finn wielding the spirits like puppets. “Now, what the fuck is this?” he sneered, disbelief written across his face. “A devil?!”

His blood boiled as the pieces began to fall into place. He now understood why Alpha Magnus had erased all records of his son and why Charles had been so fearful of the new Head of the Council. “I am beyond thrilled to see you are even standing with Seraphina. Are you here to make a deal or something, Devil?”

“I don’t make deals with people I want to kill,” Finn coldly replied, his eyes emotionless as he surveyed Ryker. “You’ve already reserved a spot in Hell with all these spirits, so no deal for you.” With that, he incinerated a group of the female spirits from Elysium Haven right in front of Seraphina.

Ryker’s lips curled into an enraged smile. “I’ve been living in hell for nine hundred years, so Hell will just be a second home to me,” he snarled. “But I don’t plan on ever settling there. I’ll send every single one of you there tonight.” With his words, the female spirits lunged at Finn.

But as Finn’s blue aura flared, the spirits turned on each other, tearing each other apart. He stood among them with casual detachment, his gaze shifting to Ronan on the other side, who was locked in battle with Dante. Ronan’s bloodthirsty eyes met Dante’s for a split second, as if showing him his last moments through his gaze alone. When Ronan struck Dante, the sickening crack of bone echoed through the hall, startling everyone.

Ryker’s head snapped toward Ronan, fury radiating from him, as if he could feel the pain of his wolf.

“By the way,” Finn spoke up, his voice dripping with amusement. “Why don’t I feel any dark magic coming from the so-called ‘King of Dark Magic’?” He raised an eyebrow at Ryker, whose twisted expression told Finn more than he needed to know. Finn blankly met his gaze, “Could it be that either you or your wolf can have use of dark magic at a time? Not together.”

Aran and Felix froze, their eyes shifting between Finn and the scene of Ronan battling Dante, who was still using dark magic. But Ryker—Ryker had none at the moment.

“YOU MOTHERFUCKER!!” Ryker screamed, his fury reaching its peak. He unleashed a blast of dark magic toward Finn.

At that moment Asher immediately glanced at Dante who was now being crushed under Ronan’s strength, since now Ryker was using dark magic. Just as Finn had pointed out. Both Ryker and Dante could not have dark magic at the same time. After all they were one even though they were separated.

Finn blocked Ryker’s attack with ease with his own demonic powers, but the spirits around him surged at him in retaliation, throwing him backward into a sea of souls. As he was tossed among them, he dragged the female spirits of Elysium Haven along with him, their forms swirling in a violent mass of dark energy.

Seraphina’s heart burned with each of the females' demise as Finn made them tear each other apart like paper, while Asher’s curse destroyed them, leaving only their agonized cries in the air. One by one, they vanished, their existence slipping away into nothingness.

“So, you’re betraying these women this time too? You cut ties with them so easily and let Finn kill them,” Ryker’s laughter echoed in her ears, venomous and mocking. “Letting them vanish forever? I don’t expect much less from someone who betrayed their own flesh and blood for a man.”

Seraphina’s heart twisted and bled under the weight of her memories. The pain of losing her son flooded her chest. She lifted her bloodstained eyes and locked gazes with Ryker, her voice low but filled with a cold fury. “I will give you a death so terrifying that your very soul will fear my name and never dare to be reborn again, Ryker.”

Meanwhile, Ronan’s attacks grew more powerful and brutal, matching Seraphina’s savage strikes on Ryker. Both Ronan and Seraphina’s assaults were relentless, striking one after the other, keeping Ryker and Dante on their toes. Each time the dark magic shifted between them, it was as if the battle intensified, with Ryker and Dante alternating as targets of their fury.

Ryker felt the pressure mounting, driven nearly mad by the constant shifting of power between his wolf and his dark magic. His ribs were broken, yet the pain seemed to fuel his rage. Each time the dark magic shifted to him, Ronan pummeled Dante into the ground, weakening him, while Seraphina’s claws tore at Ryker’s defenses.

Neither Seraphina nor Ronan allowed the dark magic to settle on either of them for long, confusing the hell out of Ryker and Dante with their perfectly timed attacks. Dante, battered and drained, collapsed onto the ground like a dry leaf, unable to get up.

In that moment, the dark magic finally shifted fully onto Ryker, and with a savage roar, he launched himself at Seraphina. This time, she couldn’t dodge in time. Instead, she charged directly at him, not away, but right at him.

Ryker smirked, his voice dripping with malice. “Great, come at me, baby.”

Ryker’s dark powers blasted as they all tore at the darkness swallowing around Seraphina with the roar that shook the surrounding, violent like earthquake.

Ryker’s eyes widened at seeing not only her dead protectors return but the figures appearing in the background.

Lily, Austin, and all the powerful Alphas of the realms. Everyone that had committed suicide earlier and those who died from his dark magic were now standing there alive.

His shaking eyes went to Seraphina who burned with her golden white aura who had been performing the ritual with each strike on Ryker.

The ritual she was doing was never to get her powers back but bring those back to the life who died of Ryker’s dark magic.