Book Seraphina 소설 & 이야기

The woman behind the desk frowned deeply, her eyes widening in absolute shock as she stared at the two powerful supernaturals skidding to a halt in front of her station. "Wait, wait," the woman muttered, her voice shaking as she looked them up and down. "Oh... you are not one of these. You are not dead. I can smell life pouring out of you. So why are you here? Who gave you access to this place?" "Who gave us access to this place doesn't matter," Seraphina said coldly. She stepped in front of the desk, her ice-blue eyes glowing with a terrifying, lethal light that made the woman shrink back. Her voice was steady, but I could hear the desperate tremor underneath it. "We want her back. We came

Xaerath was alive. “Do you ever wish you were normal?” Elianna asked suddenly. Seraphina laughed lightly. “Every day. But then I wouldn’t be able to calm the storms in my brother’s mind… or share this moment with you.” Elianna smiled, her hand brushing Seraphina’s. “You’ve been like the sister I never had.” “And you,” Seraphina said warmly, “are the Queen I always prayed would come.” Then, almost shyly, Seraphina reached into her sleeve and handed Elianna a small crystal wrapped in dragon silk.

"What are you so engrossed in?" Aiden inquired as he sat on the lounge chair next to Seraphina. She raised her head in surprise when she heard his voice. "When did you return?" With a smile, she asked. He loosened his tie and sat down on the chair. "Just a few moments ago. What are you reading?" He questioned, leaning in to read the title of the book she held in her hand. "The history of Drinealia and Auhesraivia. You know, it was very harmonious back then." She sighed and closed the book.

They worked hand in hand, blending the wisdom of the supernatural world with the innovation of humans, to build a future where everyone could thrive. Seraphina, now a revered scholar and leader, continued her archaeological pursuits. But her focus expanded beyond the artifacts of the past. She delved into the histories and cultures of supernaturals and humans, documenting their shared heritage and intertwining stories. Her work became a testament to the enduring power of unity and acceptance.

Sitting there for a few moments, I whip out my phone, trying to get away from distracting thoughts of a certain grey-eyed girl, and amidst the scrolling, the sound of a rolling bottle rises and catches my attention. I lift my head just then, and I’m a bit taken aback by the sight that meets my eyes. Seraphina is standing at the edge of the curtains, gripping onto it with one hand. Stripped down to just her panties, her fingers hooked in them. And I trail a dark gaze up her belly button, past her lace bra, to her face, to see she has a glint of amusement—and mischief in her droopy eyes. “I see it in your eyes, you know,” she murmurs, smirking, “how much you want this.” She nods downwards, and

KAELOS That morning, I woke up to the aroma of coffee wafting from the kitchen—even though Seraphina had stopped drinking coffee since becoming pregnant, she knew I needed it to start my day. I hurried to take a shower and get dressed, planning to start the day with a meeting with Beta about the patrol schedule. But when I went down to the dining room, the sight I found stopped me in my tracks. Seraphina was sitting on the large sofa in the living room—not at the dining table as usual. In front of her, on the coffee table, was a very tall stack of books. And I'm not talking about ordinary novels or magazines.

Elara’s chest felt tight and painful. “She went back for something,” Elara said. “That girl outside said she went back in.” Seraphina turned to face her slowly. “Elara.” Something in her voice made Elara stop moving. “Look at the desk,” Seraphina said. Elara made herself really look. Not just see. Look. The chair was pushed in neat. The drawers were closed. Nothing was messy. Nothing looked rushed. Seraphina stepped closer. “This is not how a child runs into a burning building,” she said quietly.

What if Julian has seen her ? Seraphina shakes her head and forces her attention back to the book in her hands. The cover is cracked leather, the pages yellowed with age. She opens it carefully, her eyes scanning the words written in the book. The door opens quietly. Seraphina's breath catches in her throat. She looks up, her heart already racing before she even sees who it is. Julian steps inside. He looks powerful in a crisp white shirt and dark trousers, the sleeves rolled up just enough to reveal strong forearms.

Maybe, just maybe, she can find some clarity amidst the chaos. Seraphina throws something on, a simple halter-neck dress and packs her hair in a messy bun, and leaves for the park. The sun hangs low in the sky, casting long shadows across the tranquil park. Seraphina sits on a bench by the fountain, her hands clenched tightly in her lap, her jaw set in determination. She’s been stewing in a mix of frustration and confusion since Alex showed up unexpectedly, and now, she’s ready to let it all out.

Across the room, every single faceless soldier went dead still, listening. ​White fire poured from Seraphina's fingertips as she looked down at the black floor. Her reflection stared back, but it wasn't mirroring her—it was smiling. Behind that glass-dark image stood a crowned woman Seraphina had never seen, leaning down to whisper a forgotten name directly into her reflected ear.