Blue Archive Serika Novels & Stories

Required to be questioned. Required to be wrong sometimes. That last clause had been Finn's. The room had debated it for an hour. Then included it. Because a structure that assumed its memory-keeper would always be right was building the same flaw it was trying to replace. Sera read her own function description twice. At the first reading she felt the weight of it. At the second she felt the rightness. She signed the cover letter. Her name. Plain. Sera. Keeper of Record. Ashveil Territory.

The rest of the day went very much okay with the Bella and friend group glaring daggers at me from a distance. I guess her ego was bruised by my reply yesterday. I asked Sera about her and I was right, she is truly the Bella of Scarlet High. She is the proud daughter of one of the Pack elders who feels she is above every other girl and can get away with anything she does. According to Sera, no one dares to stand up to her even her so-called friends are afraid of what she's gonna do to them. She bullies people and the teachers barely do anything about it so everyone just stays clear of her to avoid trouble. She's really really the Bella around here.

And there she was. Serena Vale owned a room rather than entering it. She was covered in a dress made of liquid silver that seemed to have been poured over her flesh. As soon as we drew near, her eyes, which were a stunning, killer blue, immediately fixed on Adrian, and her hair was a honey-gold crown.

“But before you come with me tonight, you need to change. That outfit isn’t proper for a celebration like the union of two packs.” I walked over to my wardrobe. Among the few dresses I owned. I pulled out a pale blue gown. It was something I had made with my mother, back before everything changed. I had kept it hidden ever since. I handed it to Sera. “Wear this,” I told her. “This color will match mine.” Sera hesitated as she took the dress. Her eyes widened slightly. “This is too beautiful for someone like me... for an Omega…” “It’s not for an Omega,” I replied flatly. “It’s for the Luna’s assistant.”

“He had the guts to lock you up after everything he did? He really deserves to rot in hell.” My wolf, Ryker, snarled in agreement. Then I remembered Saskia was wrapped in Bran’s bedsheet and Bran smelled of sex this morning. The same morning Serafine collapsed from severe chest pain. I looked at her sharply. “Serafine… Do you feel any pull toward Bran?” She blinked, surprised by the sudden question. I explained further. “Like a sudden attraction to him or something.”

"Or is the Alpha-Restoration causing some... behavioral issues? I can call the Judges to recalibrate the neural-link if he's becoming a threat to the CEO." Dante pulled away from me, his tattoos flashing a violent purple. "Touch my neural-link, Voss, and I'll show you exactly how 'behavioral' I can get." Kaelen stepped into the room, ignoring the threat. He walked right up to me, handing me the tablet. "Sera has moved. She’s not at the North Spire. She’s taken a private transport to the Sub-Meridian Trench. It’s the primary intake for the city’s mercury supply. If she drops a Null-Bomb there, she doesn't just kill the Scrappers—she poisons the entire water table of Lagos."

Aria’s fingers curled slowly against the side of her dress, close to where the blade rested. “I get that sometimes.” Serena studied her for another long second. Then she smiled again, softer this time. “I’m Serena of the Northern Bloodline. Since we’re both here tonight, I imagine we’ll be seeing more of each other.” She glanced once more at Lucien. “Enjoy the evening.” Then she turned and walked away, pale hair catching the light as she rejoined the crowd. * * * Only when Serena was fully out of hearing range did Aria release the breath she had been holding.

m. “Sera…” Green memanggil nama itu dengan suara lirih. "Sera..." Green called the name on the dial. Long ago, Green and Sera were close friend. Sera lived a short distance from her home, and ever since childhood they went to the same school and played in the same place all the way to high school. Sera was the only one who knew hidden love of Green to Alta. Green always told her everything, including her interest in Alta. However, ever since Alta had a girlfriend, Green has been burying deep her love. Until eventually, Alta approached Green a few months before Melan passed away.

BECK I kept telling myself: don’t look at her. Don’t look at her. Don’t— Damn it. My eyes glanced anyway. Sera was sitting on the studio’s couch for broken hearts. Light blue knee-length dress slipping off one shoulder, and her slightly messy hair made her look human. Too human. Too real to forget. But I kept trying. My hand kept scribbling on the canvas, even though all I was painting was color with no shape. Clearly, my brain had walked out on the job.

I silently materialized and pull Axar to me, so he cannot see what I know is about to happen. Sera continues this weird spastic battle, body jerking as her control goes back and fourth. Tears coat her face as she relents and dips her head to Barima's. Her long forked tongue slips out and laps the blood from Barima's temple. She involuntarily moans and a light rumble breaks her chest. Barima's terror fills the air around us as she realizes her mistake. Sera might be a half breed, but she is the Devil we don't know. She has underestimated her and pushed too far.