Blue Archive Serika Mga Nobela at Kwento

We stood beneath the high windows as I stared at her. “What— “Shh,” Sera placed a hand on her lips, “they would hear us.” I blinked, standing with her. Eavesdropping wasn’t really my thing. I hated being excluded but if I was, I didn’t eavesdrop. This Seraphina seemed to be a very interesting girl. Her almost otherworldly hair shone in the bright light. Lavender silver. I didn’t think someone could have a hair color like that. She sharply turned to me, her eyes narrowed. “Did you hear that?”

"I came to warn you. Since you weren't answering my calls." "Warn me about what?" Sera's gaze flicked to me. Then back to Dax. "About her." She pointed at me. "She's not who you think she is. I have proof." My blood went cold. "What proof?" Dax asked. Sera pulled out her phone. Tapped the screen. Held it up. A video. The old Brynn-me-sitting in the pack house garden. Talking to someone off-camera. The audio was muffled, but I could hear fragments.

The file contained images, several video clips, recordings of Sera entering a club- Velvet Eclipse. The videos and recordings were from the same night and it showed that she was with a particular man that night. Even though the video were not clear enough to be seen, but they are clear enough to make an evidence. The person that sent this to me must be trying to make me hate Sera and it isn’t going to work because I am behind all that happened to her. “Sera,” I said quietly trying to cover up. She straightened slightly and I turned the screen toward her. “Explain this.” I said and she stepped closer to take the phone from me. Her expression changed immediately, not with shock but with recog

Dylan spoke up while Jeremy threw daggers with his eyes. Wait! Was I going to be engaged to the group clown? Who the fuck takes the fiancée of a clown seriously??? “SERENA???!” I heard someone yell my name, snapping me back to the present.

There were thoughts even I refused to entertain. Love. No. That wasn't part of the plan. It couldn't be. It wouldn't be. A knock interrupted the silence. Neither of us answered immediately. Then the doors opened, and Sera stepped inside. She wore a pale blue gown that caught the afternoon light beautifully. Her dark hair rested loosely over one shoulder, and she carried several rolled documents against her chest. She smiled the moment she saw us. "I hope I'm not interrupting anything." Logan and I exchanged the briefest glance.

However, in the fifth decade following the plague, a prophecy came to light in every supernatural race at the same time, that in every century a blue-blooded female will be reincarnated, and her blood can cure the plague of the supernatural race if the ruler was lucky enough to mate with her and drink from her blood daily. But it can only be done if she willingly accepts to go through the whole process and is not forced to do so. According to Amanda, she happened to be the 'blue-blooded' female and this was her sixth reincarnation and Amanda's fifth reincarnation. They both had a chance meeting when she was fleeing from those that captured her after being tortured for several days to concede

Celestia asked worriedly. Celestia was the only one with Seris as Sequoia was currently out on a mission in Adrans( The region of the Sirens) “I am fine.” Seris answered curtly as she came out the bath. The maids tended to her carefully. “I'll wear the black dress.” Seris said, as they immediately rushed to wear her. The gown was a black velvet gown with long sleeves. The gown was long and flowing with a long slit by the side.

“What do you want?” Serena’s smile didn’t falter. She simply held out her hand again. That’s when Tasha, standing just behind her, let a folder slip into Serena’s free hand. Serena opened it with a deliberate slowness, her eyes flicking over the pages before she spoke. “Well, well,” she began in a voice almost too pleasant. “Aria Langston. Seventeen years old. Former member of the Silverwood pack until… oh, until defeated.” She glanced at me, her eyes gleaming with satisfaction before looking back at the paper. “Now a refugee in Ravencrest. Rank six. Omega status.”

WANTED ALIVE Name: Blue Iris Clayton Age: 24 years old Hair color: Natural blonde Eye color: Blue Height: 163 cm Body type: Slender OFFENSE: Stealing West Colony’s property REWARD: Ten cartons of goods. Protection and be a citizen of West Colony. CONTACT US IMMEDIATELY “Fuck!” Dread bolted through me. “Have you seen that woman?” I stiffened and my hand tightened the hold on the poster. “Excuse me?” I eyed the man beside me. He had thick dark blond hair. Shorter than me in a few inches, but had a few pounds and had deep brown eyes, and there was something in those orbs that gave me unsettling chills. He was wearing a clean shirt for someone who came to trade.

Harbin cuts in, once more coming to Serenia’s rescue. “I’m sorry, but can I say something…” Serenia asks quietly with the raise of her hand. “I’m not sure what’s going on, but I’m not whatever you’re claiming me to be, I’m a member from the Raseri Tribe brought here by Kai and Beta Niklas themselves. I’m not a stray, I’m a guest.” “A guest occupying the room of the future High Alpha! Do you have any idea what kind of mess you’ve caused?” Aurora continues to scream.