Book Seraphina Novels & Stories

⸻ 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 am trying not to return to the apartment and find them together. “Do we know how Mathius’s meeting went yesterday?” Emmy asks. “From what Dylan told me, it went well. I guess the woman, Nayleen, that he met with was incredibly helpful.” Sapphire answers. So that is the woman's name. Damn, even her name is beautiful as she is. Once again, the apartment is dark, or that is what I thought. Someone left the dimmer light on, making the living room look like something out of a romance novel that Sapphire reads. She is into those fantasy/paranormal romance stories. Has Dylan caught her reading them? Giant hands grab my hips as I touch the switch to turn it off. I scream as I am pulled ba

“Because I know it. You are lying to me. I’m not stupid.’ Suddenly, I felt a sharp pain penetrating my head. My body shook like there was someone pouring a bucket of rocks on me and I began screaming, falling to the floor. Images, laughter, and cries appeared before me. “Jeremy.’ the girl who almost looked like me ran across the sand in her dirtied gown. Jeremy looked at the girl with a smile. “Seraphina. What are you doing here? I thought you were playing in the garden.’ “Yes, I was.’ The girl named Seraphina replied in a sweet tone and stretched her hands with a bouquet. “Look what I got for Seraphim.’ “Wow. It looks nice.’ Jeremy uttered and wiped off dirt from his shoes.

“We are now in the same position. Don’t point those red witchy nails at me like I’m still an intern. In two days, I’ll have mine done,and they’ll be as sharp as yours. It will serve as a reminder that we're now equals. And if you think you're still the superior because everyone takes orders from you,well think again, you got this position after working five years for it, and I became your equal in five hours. Think about what would happen in five days, “Hey Seraph, for now I'm above you, so you better reduce that tone” she barked, still pointing those fingers at me. “You know what I'm thinking of making mine sharper. Pointier. More threatening. It’ll remind you that I’m no longer beneath you

She gives them to me in order, from memory, with dates, and when she has finished she goes and gets a small book out from under the mattress with all of it written down in her own hand in a cipher she made up when she was seventeen, and she puts it in my hands. "Why," I say. "Because you did not offer me anything for it." She sits down. "And because I have got exactly one thing to trade with, and I would rather spend it now." "Which is." "I will stand up in that hall and say every word of it out loud myself," says Seraphina, "in front of the Council and the whole assembly, with my name on it, and I will not ask for one single thing in return." Her jaw is working. "And I would like it noted t

"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.

“Seraphina, you always smile when you’re guilty, you know that?” She was about to smile again but stopped. “Really?” “What bad thing are you hiding? All nervous and guilty—like you’re cheating on me or something.” Seraphina immediately said seriously, “Absolutely not!” Ryan narrowed his eyes. Seraphina waved her book. “I was just worried you’d say I wasn’t reading anything serious.” Ryan glanced at the novel. “That’s not serious?” It was from a reputable publisher—nothing inappropriate. Her excuse was weak. Seraphina explained that she’d said she came to the bookstore to ‘recharge her brain,’ but ended up picking a novel instead of a nonfiction book, so relatively speaking, it wasn’t exactly

The ceiling above shimmered with faint enchantments—twinkling stars embedded in glass and crystal that pulsed like a living night sky. She trailed her fingers along the spines, marveling at the titles: The Lost Histories of Astira, The Blood of Forgotten Queens, Mystic Bonds and Magical Lineage, The Vaelthorne Chronicles… That last one gave her pause. She pulled it free and settled into the nearest high-backed chair, curling into its velvet seat like she belonged there. For hours, Seraphine read. Some books were stories, others records of laws, others theories of old magic—names and places she had only heard whispered by old women in markets. And others still… felt oddly familiar, like piece

The kitchen air felt heavy, thick with the scent of lye and the lingering trace of Caleb’s cedar-scented warning. I stood there, my fingers still tingling from the silver vial he’d dropped, when the heavy oak doors creaked. Seraphina drifted in, her nightgown trailing like a shroud. She wasn’t wearing the diamonds now, but the predatory gleam in her eyes was brighter than any gemstone. She held a crystal goblet filled with a shimmering, amber liquid.

Seraphina lifts her chin, smiling with the confidence of someone who has returned from death itself. The witch's deal has healed her and other affected person from the infectious illness she got from Lorenzo's cave .Her eyes glow with the kind of darkness that has no forgiveness, no boundaries, no end. She steps forward, right to Lorenzo—who suddenly trembles like a fool who has gambled everything and finally realizes the dealer was Death all along. "You owe me something," she purrs. Lorenzo's jaw clenches. "Seraphina…." She doesn't wait, she snatches the great black book right out of his hands.