Book Seraphina Novels & Stories

In her past life, Seraphina (Sera) starling was used as human meat-shield fodder during the zombie/mutant apocalypse by her greedy ex-fiancé and her manipulative stepsister. After dying a brutal death, she opens her eyes—waking up 30 days before the apocalypse on the exact day she was supposed to sign over her inherited billionaire estate to her ex. This time, she awakens an ancient Spatial Dimensional Ring with an Infinite Storage & Duplication System. Armed with 30 days, billions in liquid cash, and zero mercy, Sera liquidates her enemies' assets, hoards millions of tons of food, weapons, and medical supplies, and builds an impenetrable fortress base. When the world ends and her betrayers

TRISTAN “Have you seen the news?” I lifted my eyes from the document on my screen when Seraphina stormed into my study. She looked… shaken. “What news?” I asked, as she fidgeted around with her phone. There was something wild in her eyes that I couldn’t exactly make out and her voice was trembling as she spoke. She didn’t answer immediately, as I watched as she crossed the room in quick strides and shoved her phone toward me. “Look.” She demanded,

she demanded Seraphina didn't know that they were arguing over the ring that she'd just bought and even if she did who was she to butt in and even if she did what would she do ? , give it back ? , of course she wouldn't and so there was no point involving herself in their fight . she continued browsing the wristwatches in front of her and when she saw two that looked like a pair she immediately thought of her parents and so she called on someone to bring them out for her , she bought them and decided to find Samira who wasn't in her line of sight anymore when she saw the angry girl and the sales girl walking towards her direction , the sales girl looked apologetic , it looked like the manag

ISABELLA ​The digital layout of the Philadelphia transit grids glowing on the tablet screen was suddenly wiped away with a violent, sweeping gesture of Seraphina’s hand. The tablet clattered against the heavy mahogany desk, skidding across sheets of financial data before coming to a hard rest against the base of a brass lamp.

“You can’t keep running from this. You’re drowning, Selena… it may not be so obvious at the moment, but surely, you’re sinking bit-by-bit.” Selena’s sharp inhale echoes in the room, but before she can respond, there is a creak by the door of the inn. Both young ladies turn, and the world seems to hold its breath—a ripple in the atmosphere that precedes something momentous. The door swings open. Seraphina steps into the inn with an air that is both eclectic and regal. Her presence is effulgent, radiating a raw, dangerous power that none of her family members—neither Valentine nor Chloe, not even Dr. Percy—could ever hope to match. Seraphina embodies something far more ancient, more primal. Sh

Oisin smiled down at Seraphina. Placing the stone down on the table for the other mages to marvel at, Seraphina took to looking around the room to find what else had been revealed by the syphoning spell. A large blue and gold leather-bound book caught her attention on one of the shelves. An unexplainable, almost magnetic pull drew her to it. Fingers slightly trembling, she pulled the book out and turned it over to read the cover. ‘Le haghaidh mo iníon’ She ran her fingers over the gold imprinted font, her breath hitched in her throat.

Her chest tightened. She wasn’t ready for all of it. But part of her wanted it anyway. “I need to know more,” she said. “About what happened here. About what I did.” Lucan reached into his coat and pulled out a weathered book wrapped in a dark velvet cloth. He placed it on the stone beside her. “The Dream Codex,” he said. “It’s what’s left of your spellbook. Or Sariah’s, rather.” Seraphina opened the cloth with care, her fingers tracing the faded pages. Symbols danced across the paper—some familiar, some utterly alien. But the minute she touched them, they stirred inside her.

He had to show them that their King was not broken, but sharpened by the forge of his own suffering. He found her in the royal library, a place of hallowed silence and the scent of aging paper. Seraphina was not reading. She was holding court, a small coterie of sycophantic nobles hanging on her every word. She looked like a queen in her natural habitat, her crimson dress a splash of blood against the muted golds and deep browns of the room.

Is this the moon goddess’s way of punishing me for killing my own fated mate? Isn't cursing my pack not enough? Gently, I shift her hands, placing them properly over her belly. I walk back to my study, keeping my movements quiet. My fingers trace the familiar lock on the shelf. It opens, revealing what I’ve been keeping hidden. I wouldn't want anyone to see how I've been piling up every single publication Seraphina made ever since she was ten. For seven years now, I think. My hands linger over the spines, brushing over the pages as if I could absorb a part of her life through touch alone.

“We need to go.” Seraphina let herself be pulled away, though her feet felt heavy. Her gaze stayed on the old woman until they turned the corner. Nara was still watching.p Back in Seraphina’s room, the market bags lay scattered across the floor, filled with oils, cloth, and a small wooden comb she had bought on a whim. But her thoughts were far from their purchases. She sat cross-legged on her bed, staring at the wall. Her fingers traced the edge of the oil vial in her hand, but her mind was with that name.