Blue Archive Serika Novels & Stories

Rica asked and Serena raised her shoulder a little. " You are getting way ahead of yourself, Maya, have you forgotten that you were once an Omega, while I was born as a Gamma? " She asked and Rica shook her head, not agreeing with her. " Of course not, Serena. I was born as the daughter of a warrior, the strongest warrior of the Moonfire Pack and I am currently bearing the mark of the Alpha of the Bloodfang Pack. I think you're the one getting way ahead of yourself, " she retorted.

I am shocked to see Serah and another man coming out of their car. “Who is he?” I ask myself. I must admit, I feel really jealous, but I control myself not to show it. “Let's go Brian. Gael is waiting for us.” Serah says as she leads the way. I slowly follow them to the doctor's office. From there, they give me a direction of where I will donate the blood.

> “She’s not copying you anymore.” Sera nodded. > “She’s editing me.” By midday, the edits were spreading. Lucien opened three logs the Echo had silently touched. > Log 3317: "Sera’s favorite drink now: black coffee, honey stirred counterclockwise." (Sera drank hers bitter. Always clockwise. A superstition.) > Log 2204: "Sera's first panic attack listed year: 2011. Location: church basement." (No such event existed.) > Log 912: "Sera's romantic history: one prior partner. Elise disapproved."

Black River territory lay beyond those ridges, but here they were just two women bound by children who loved each other. "Talia." Sera turned, and even after all these years, Talia felt the instinctive assessment of warriors recognizing a warrior. Sera carried herself like a blade—elegant, controlled, lethal. Her blonde hair was pulled back in a severe braid, her eyes holding the weariness of ruling beside a mate who'd once destroyed someone else. "Sera." Talia crossed the clearing. Inside her mind, Kaela stirred with sudden interest. I know her wolf, Kaela said, her ancient voice threaded with confusion and grief. Zahara. I know Zahara.

” Serena’s secretary reported to her, sounding professional. “Great. I’m sure they’ll do even better if they partner with us. "Or I might even have a better idea,” Serena said, and raised her head to look at her secretary. “What’s your name?” “I’m Bridget, ma’am.” She responded respectfully. “Alright, Bridget. I want you to get more information about how Blue Skies operated before they partnered with Blackwood’s and their present profits and everything you can get. "I’ll be expecting them really soon,” Serena urged her.

“Well, I’m Sebastian. And you?” His smile widened as he introduced himself, birthing beautiful cheekbones and lightening up the most gorgeous set of blue eyes Alex had ever laid his eyes on. “Blue.” “What?” “What?” Alex immediately looked up to a confused looking guy. “Your name’s Blue?” he confirmed. “Oh, that,” realization finally hit Alex. “Yes, it is. Blue, that’s my name.” “Nice meeting you then, Blue.” “Same here,” Alex finally smiled at him. “Sebastian.”

Sera gives her a little twirl while she finishes her assessment. “You like?" Sera playfully pushes Amanda in the arm. Amanda continues to take in her long, auburn hair framing her face which is accentuated with dark eyeliner and lavender shadow making her eyes appear jade green tonight. "Wow, I thought you were losing your mind on the phone, but this—" Amanda points to all of Sera. "This? Who would have thought there was a major hottie in there this whole time? And..." She takes a step forward. "She even appears to be a little slutty." Her finger drops to Sera's low cut shirt.

They knew I had almost not made it. I found Sera near the back, by the water barrels. She was small, maybe sixteen, with dark hair tied back tight. Her hands shook when she lifted a bucket. She saw me coming and froze for a second, then tried to look busy again. “Sera,” I said, keeping my voice low. “Can we talk? Outside. Won’t take long.” She looked around quickly, like someone might see. Then she nodded and followed me through the side door to the small storage yard. The air was cooler out here. Wooden crates stacked against the wall. A few barrels lined up under the eaves. No one else is around.

**She's almost ready. "Who?" Marcus asks. Jax zooms in on the metadata. Traces the recipient. The address pings. Northern Pine territory. Sera Volkov's pack. Everyone turns to look at her. Sera's face goes white. "I don't know who that is. I swear." "Trace it," I order Jax. He works fast. Fingers flying across the keyboard. The trace completes. A name appears on the screen. My blood turns to ice. It's not Sera.

Almost like- "Sera?" The Queen Mother called as she stood up, gazing at the female Elf beside Alaric in disbelief. Her lips trembled, tears welling in her eyes. "It can't be…Sera, is that really you?" The female Elf, draped in plain flowing black robes, let her long, bone-straight silver hair cascade over her shoulders. Though she appeared to be in her early fifties, her vibrant grey eyes sparkled with life and wisdom. She gazed upon the Queen Mother, her features softening as she opened her arms, wearing a gentle smile. "It's been a while, little sis."