Book Seraphina Novels & Stories

"I'm not doing this to prove who I am. I'm doing this because I don't want any part of me to belong to fear anymore." Killian rested his forehead against hers. "I'll be waiting." "I know." Taking one final look at her family, Seraphina stepped through the silver doorway. The ancient doors closed behind her. When Seraphina opened her eyes, she found herself standing beside a peaceful river. Wildflowers swayed gently in the breeze, and a small wooden cottage sat beneath the shade of a massive willow tree. Laughter echoed from inside. Her heart stopped. "No..." she whispered. The front door opened. A little girl with long, silver hair ran into the yard carrying a basket of herbs. She couldn't h

The morning sun was bright, but the air inside the Alpha’s private wing still felt cold and heavy. Seraphina woke up early, feeling completely trapped. The walls of the guest room seemed to press in on her, and the scent of pine wood and rain was so thick it made her head spin. She could not spend another minute staring at the dark gray furniture. She needed to breathe fresh air. She dressed in a plain, faded blue gown with long sleeves. She did not look like a princess at all. She looked like a common servant girl, which was exactly what she wanted.

They were warnings. To test it, I walked to the window and looked out at the familiar garden. The roses my mother insisted on planting were in full bloom, exactly as I remembered. Downstairs, I could already hear the faint sounds of servants preparing breakfast. Events were unfolding precisely as they had three years ago. I sat on the edge of the bed, forcing myself to breathe steadily. No more naive, lovesick girl. That version of Seraphina died on those stairs. The woman who opened her eyes today would not make the same mistakes.

Zale shifts out of his chair, offering the space to Gerald, moving to stand protectively behind me instead. Even before I have a chance to touch the book, I can feel a soft hum coming from it. Like a vibration in the air, it makes my hand hover over the cover cautiously. I’m not sure if I should touch it or not. “You can feel it can’t you? The protection spell.” Seraphina whispers.

“I know enough about the human girl, Seraphina. I know her friends and I know how to find her weakness and how to infiltrate her group.” He finally looks at me again, eyes telling me that he’s actually considering it, though he remains severely doubtful. So I sell it. “Her most recent obsession is a book, one she took from The Obsidian Library, under the forbidden section of the Astria demons.” I blurt out. His features turn shocked and slowly morph into amusement before a slow smile forms on his lips. His interest finally piqued. He settles on the sofa, reclaiming his calm countenance once more. “Continue…”

“Now I get to choose it again.” Sophia leaned against him. For a moment everything was peaceful. Then Seraphina came running toward them. “Mummy!” Sophia turned. “What happened?” Seraphina held out a small black book. “I found this in the old library.” Sophia frowned. “What book?” Seraphina opened it. The first page was blank. The second was blank. The third was blank. Then letters began appearing. Slowly. One by one. THE STORY OF SOPHIA IS OVER.

Lucia deserved this and more and if there was a way to inflict worse pain on her, I would do it. Lucia soon fell to the ground, spraining her ankle as she sat upright and burst into tears. “Why are you doing this? To hell with you and whatever that you call peace…”Seraphina snarled at her and before I could process things, Seraphina stomped on the gifts that she had gotten. She stomped so badly on it that it felt like all the emotions that she had hidden in her were being let out. Tears streamed down her face as she crushed the expensive gifts underfoot, cussing at the same time. “Damn you and this horrible gift of yours”

I breathe heavily as he pins me to the wall, his hands wrapped tight around my throat I could barely breathe. ‘You hear me, Sera? I found you first. I noticed you first! I fell for you first. No one else, I mean, no one should put their hands on you, because if they do, I swear to God, Sera, I'll fucking break their arms and legs and serve it to you to eat!’ He growls. Seraphina Puckett is the perfect definition of trauma. A walking trauma. She tries to navigate her life, trying to bring in sunshine but as the world is determined to make it rain on her, what does she do? Does she get beaten in the rain or walk through it? When her abusive father gets out of prison and is out t

She will become the kind of strong that makes entire packs bow without asking. But she must break first. Prophecies don’t awaken inside comfort. They awaken in agony, fear, and fire. Seraphina’s journey is not about becoming powerful. It’s about becoming her true self the part everyone has been terrified of since the moment she was born. Is Sera’s Ex dead? Think about it…Sera made a hole in his body… do you think he can survive that? He actually deserves it. If you’re reading this story please drop comments, reviews and stories to encourage the author. I need feedback to keep pushing. It’s not easy to write a story….Thanks.

"Seraphina, are you threatening me?" "No," Seraphina replied calmly. "I'm informing you." She turned to the laptop. "So now," she said quietly, "you'll have to face what comes next." She opened it. The screen lit up. Seraphina's fingers moved across the trackpad. Folders opened—one after another—until four video files appeared on the screen. She hovered the cursor over the first video and spoke calmly. "You know," she said, "when you commissioned the jewelry, we actually found it strange."