Black Summoner Sera Novels & Stories

Another few after that, before her things would be there, then another couple after that, before she would be ready to have the trio come to her for the ritual. Tossing the note to the side, Serenity paced the small training area, her hands running over the staves and knives and swords which were lined up along the wall. Noah said she’d never have to use them, but she wasn’t so sure. While any normal skin-writer would be with the Horde and the Horde only, she was also hunted by the Legion. Her demons wouldn’t be able to protect her all the time.

someone whispered. Her size eclipsed Marcus. Her aura hit the clearing like a shockwave. Marcus froze mid-strike, ears flattening. For the first time, he looked afraid. Sera launched at him. Her silver body collided with his red wolf, tearing him away from Kade and sending him flying into a stone pillar. He landed hard, dazed. The rage burning through her wasn’t chaos—it was righteous fire. Memory after memory surged: Her mother’s laugh. Her father’s warm arms.

"What do you mean, caged?" "I mean someone paid someone to block your wolf. A spell. A ritual. Whatever it was, it had enough power to keep a Silverveil from waking for years." She tilted her head and her eyes narrowed. "What's your name?" "Sera." The change in her face was instant. The flat look dropped away and her eyes widened and her mouth opened and she took a step back and looked at me again, really looked, her eyes running over my face and my belly and the blood and the fading glow on my hands.

How guilt clawed at my chest. She wouldn't be like this if I hadn't yelled at her. God! She was only fighting for me. “Please don't do this.” I begged, like the coward I was. “Please fight.. fight for us… fight..” My Serafina… And suddenly, her body froze. I quickly climbed out and held her shoulders, waiting. Watching for signs.. Her eyes suddenly opened. And my body froze. They were red. Not the normal sea blue and light green that proved the co existence of water and life..

I accept this as a draw. "My name," I say, to the table, to the universe at large, "is Sera. Not Serafina, not Seraphina, not Serpentina, not Seraphew. Sera. I have said this approximately one hundred times today and I will continue saying it for as long as necessary."

he replied as he introduced himself to us that made Raid more pissed off. “Tch! What a pain in the ass,” Raid muttered but I heard it. “And besides, this is still a one-on-two battle. Tonight, Mammon and Cerina are united as one because of their blood pact… and they just look like lovers chained together under the dim light of the moon. How sweet it is! This is going to be fun,” Astaroth figuratively said as if his statement has underlying meanings. “Stop playing with your words already. Let’s get into the real fight,” Mammon segued then he returned inside my body. “Cerina, now is the time to show what’s up in our sleeves.” I smiled as I got what he meant to say.

I looked at Sera. She was right behind the man, one hand still at his elbow, her eyes on his face rather than on anything around her. Her face was doing something I had never seen it do before. Not the focused calm she wore in difficult situations. Not the flat steadiness she used when something had hurt her and she was keeping the shape of herself together. Something else. Something that had not been organized yet into any of the expressions I had learned to read from her. Raw in a way she almost never let herself be in front of anyone. She looked up.

He stared at her, lips parted, a flicker of something almost like vulnerability in his eyes. Without breaking eye contact, Serena reached for the belt of her robe and undid it slowly. The silk slipped off her shoulders and pooled to the floor. His eyes never left hers. She stepped closer and brought her hands to his chest. Gently, she peeled off his leather jacket. Then came the black shirt underneath. Her gaze dropped to the art on his skin. A magnificent black-and-gray tattoo, its wings stretching from shoulder to shoulder across perfectly carved abs. It was regal. Fierce. Commanding. Just like him.

“And now you're thanking me for giving you power?” “No.” Serafina's eyes hardened. “I'm thanking you for showing me what I never want to become.” Draven raised his hand. “Kill her.” The soldiers charged. Serafina didn't move. She simply whispered, “Enough.” A massive silver wave exploded from her body. Every soldier was thrown backward. Weapons flew from their hands. The entire courtyard shook. Draven stared at her in disbelief. “The Killer Serum…” Serafina looked at him. “You wanted a killer.” She took one step forward.

Run, sera. sera opened her eyes, sweating and trembling, muttering incomprehension: Who the hell is that woman? What does that woman want from me, what's going on with me? . sera grabbed her head in pain, then said, "What happened?" Did you sleep or what! Why do I feel so tired inside my mind and damned? Was I really sleeping or was I in a war I feel that my mind will explode from pain and I do not know what is the cause of this damned feeling.