Book Seraphina Novels & Stories

Darius had not arrived but then we weren't expecting him until tomorrow yet that fact alone had turned the room into something brittle. Elders murmured quietly among themselves, robes brushing against carved armrests as they leaned toward one another. The scent of tension mixed with old parchment and burning oil from the wall braziers. Across the chamber, Seraphine stood beside Kade. She looked calm.. Too calm. It was the same composure she used when preparing to cut into flesh in a healer’s tent years ago when wounds and blood surrounded her and the soldiers looked at her as though she were the only steady thing in the world despite looking weak.

There, nestled in a plush velvet armchair that had no business being in a house of healing, sat Seraphina. The air was thick with the scent of jasmine tea and expensive rosewater. She looked radiant, her hair perfectly coiffed, draped in a gown of pale silk that shimmered like moonlight. On a small side table sat a silver tea service and a plate of delicate honey cakes. A senior healer stood behind her, awkwardly massaging her temples. She didn't look like a woman in pain. She looked like a cat that had just swallowed a canary. "Elara," she cooed, her voice like honey poured over glass. She didn't rise, merely tilted her head with a fragile, pained wince. "You really must learn to be less...

A Mortal Muse. "You’re finally awake. Good. I hate harvesting from the unconscious. The flavor is so... flat." The heavy wooden door at the top of the stone stairs creaked open. Seraphina stepped down, her silk dress hissing against the damp steps. She carried a golden chalice in one hand and a long, thin needle in the other. She didn't look like the friend Aradaa had imagined in his dreams. Her eyes were hard, calculating. "What is this, Seraphina?" Aradaa spat, his knuckles turning white as he gripped the chains. "Where are we? Where are the boys?"

Ragnar Hours passed. Night had already swallowed the sky by the time I finally stood from my desk. The packhouse had grown quiet. Most wolves were asleep. I walked slowly down the hall toward my chambers. When I pushed the door open, Seraphina was still there. Sitting on the edge of the bed. Still wearing the ceremonial gown. The crown rested on the table beside her. She hadn’t moved. Her posture was straight, but she looked exhausted. For a moment, I looked away. Then I forced myself to step closer. I stopped in front of her. “We need to talk.”

Soren looked at me suspiciously for a second, but then he let it go, assuming I was just tired. We spoke about basic pack matters for another twenty minutes before I finally excused myself and walked back to my quarters. The moment I unlocked my bedroom door and stepped inside, the thick, beautiful scent of fresh rain and mint hit my nose. I walked straight to the bathroom and pushed the door open. Seraphina was there. She had curled up in the far corner of the cold tiled floor, her head resting against the wall. She had completely slept off from sheer exhaustion and fear. I slowly walked over and looked down at her. Because of the way she was slumped against the wall, the collar of her crea

And yet… The feeling remained. That afternoon, Seraphina entered the estate library. A quiet sanctuary lined with thousands of books. She intended to work. Instead, she found Vivian already there. Of course. Vivian sat near the large window overlooking the gardens. A cup of tea rested beside her. She looked up as Seraphina approached. “Beautiful room.” Seraphina nodded. “It is.” An awkward silence followed. Neither woman seemed interested in pretending. Finally, Vivian spoke. “You love him.”

⸻ Alessio looked toward the window again. “My family has survived wars.” “Empires.” “Assassinations.” “I won’t let them see me hiding in a hospital bed.” ⸻ Meanwhile… In another part of the mansion… Seraphina stood alone inside the estate library. Ancient books surrounded her. She searched desperately through hundreds of dusty volumes. Family histories. Church records. Old legends. Nothing. Nothing explained how to stop the curse. ⸻ Then… She noticed one book missing. Only an empty space remained on the shelf.

"I won't go to the castle with you and I won't train you Ember, but there are other ways I can help." Seraphina stood and walked over to a bookshelf and began searching through her collection of books muttering words out loud that we couldn't quite make out. I looked at Ember and she looked back at me with an expression of surprise. She seemed pleased that we weren't leaving quite yet. I smiled at her in reassurance, reaching for her hand and giving it a squeeze.