Book Seraphina Novels & Stories

“Really? You have a daughter? I’d love to meet her—” “You can’t.” The sudden silence that followed felt heavy. The smile slipped off Amelia’s face. “She’s dead,” Seraphina said quietly. Amelia froze. She could see tears brimming in the woman’s eyes. “Her name was Cassia. She died in a fire. I tried to save her, but I was too late…” Seraphina’s voice trembled. “She was beautiful, like you. Same hair. Same eyes. So kind… so innocent.” Tears slipped from Seraphina’s eyes, but she quickly wiped them away.

This was an unsettling feeling. We continued our conversation deep into the night, trading anecdotes and stories of our own lives as we went along. I learned that Seraphina had experienced her fair share of challenges in life, and that it was her desire to heal and assist others that inspired her to take on the role of a healer within our pack. I was surprised to find out that she had been through so much in her life. The revelation of this information caught me off guard. Because of the way that her capacity for compassion appeared to have no limits, I couldn't help but be intrigued by her. I couldn't help but be enthralled by her.

The kind of collection that could easily become… Too much and so tacky. An assistant hesitated beside her. “…they said this was yours,” she murmured, almost apologetically. Seraphine reached out. Ran her fingers along the fabric. The material was warm under her touch. Alive. Difficult. Behind her, A soft laugh. “Oh… that’s unfortunate.” Seraphine didn’t turn immediately. She already knew. Lydia. Standing a few steps away, draped in a soft sky-blue robe, her hair pinned loosely as makeup artists hovered around her like orbiting satellites.

Now I've put everyone in danger while I'm tied here to a chair with a power suppressor on my neck like a snake being entangled on a pole of its own poison. Despite everything that unfolded before me like a costly hurricane, destroying my entire plan and breaking my resolve; I didn't say a word to them. I became a stone because that is who I am, a lifeless soul waiting for a miracle or a storm to take place and destroy everything. I got to realize so many things these few days. Seraphina was working for Felix's mother, she had to do this to stay alive and to make sure that Felix returns back to the Pack to claim his throne.

It wasn’t a prison, but it wasn’t freedom either. A quiet knock startled me. “Come in,” I called, my voice hoarse. The door swung open, and a woman stepped in, her presence so vibrant it was almost jarring. She had long, dark curls and an easy smile that immediately softened the tension coiled in my stomach. “You must be Seraphina,” she said, her voice light and warm. “I’m Lilliana. Rafael’s sister.” I blinked. She looked nothing like him. There was no sharp edge to her, no coldness. Where Rafael was all shadows and quiet menace, she was golden warmth.

Its dark cover, adorned with runes that seem to pulse faintly beneath my fingers, emanates an uncomfortable energy. I return to the library with the book, but as I enter, I’m met by a sound that makes my skin crawl: Seraphina’s voice. She’s talking to Aria, her voice coming from the flames in the fireplace. “Did he take it?” Seraphina asks, impatience evident in her tone. “Yes, it's here. What do you want with it?” I interrupt, distrust coloring every word.

She smiled gently, "I see you've found the tome." Eryx, his guard up, responded, "Who are you, and what do you want?" The woman let out a soft chuckle, "I am Seraphina, a guardian of seer legacies. And as for what I want... I wish to help." I took a step forward, "Help? Why now? Why all the cryptic messages and lullabies?" Seraphina's gaze shifted to the tome Eryx clutched. "That book holds more power than you can fathom. In the wrong hands, it can bring about untold devastation. But with proper guidance, it can be a beacon of hope."

I watched her parade around my office, rage burning in my chest. Then my eyes locked on what she was holding. It was a journal of runes Elara had left behind—her last one. "Put it down," I snarled, my voice a low growl. "This?" Seraphina held up the journal, dangling it in front of me. "The great masterpiece of your precious healer?" "Put it DOWN." "Let's just see how brilliant she really was." Rip— She tore out the first page, dangling it in front of my face before letting it fall.

"Then love will anchor them. Or they will rewrite the rules." My throat tightened. I returned to Hollowshade and entered their bedroom. It still smelled of cinnamon and wolf musk. I placed two leather-bound journals on their pillows. "For your stories," I whispered. "So you never forget where you began." As I turned to leave, a crystal in my palm flickered. One last vision. Seraphina, older, weeping before a simple grave. My name on the stone. She whispered, "She let the world forget her... just so it could live."

“This is just the first thread. Pull it, and you’ll see the whole tapestry Dean left behind.” One of Bella’s security men stepped closer. “We’ll take that,” he said firmly, reaching for the book. Seraphina let it go without resistance. “Good,” she said lightly. “Keep it safe. You’ll want to read it soon.” She turned away, stepping past the guards like she owned the street outside. Bella stood frozen, the book now in her hands. She could still smell the faint scent of old paper. Her fingers shook as she gripped it tighter.