Emily Seraphim Novels & Stories

Seraphina answered, polite but clearly keeping her distance. But Emma didn't miss the way her daughter's back had gone rigid - that telltale reaction of a wolf's instinct kicking in at the scent of a threat. "Could you tell me Seraphina's birthday, sweetheart?" he asked, technically addressing Seraphina, though his eyes never left Emma. She instinctively folded her arms tighter. "April, 1999." "April, huh..." He echoed the word like tasting something familiar. His gaze turned hazy, as if sifting through old memories.

I had just opened the door to the private room when a little girl suddenly crashed right into my arms. Right after, Emily shouted, "Be careful, darling!" I crouched down and gently stroked the girl's hair. She had delicate features that resembled Emily's. Emily walked over with a warm smile and took my hand. "Seraphina, it's been a long time since I last saw you. This is my daughter, Ada," she said, pointing at the little girl. "Do you remember her? You came to see her when she was a newborn, and I named you her godmother. She's the same age as your Leo."

“Sorry for joking with you. I thought keeping the good news in suspense would cheer you up. And guess what…it did. All you have to do is resume here tomorrow morning, remember my office.” “Thanks a lot again,” I thanked him with a sly smile on my face. “I don’t know how to repay this favor. What can I do for you, sir?” “All you have to do is give me that beautiful name of yours,” he said, stroking his chin pervasively. “It’s Seraph Hampton.” I answered. The name of the girl who was going to become your nemesis. Just as I thought I had escaped further interrogation,he asked me a question that felt like he knew something.

Marco walked over to me, his eyes looked serious now. “Listen to me carefully, Emily. If you ever see her again anywhere, you text me immediately. You hear?” My heart skipped. “What's going on Marco? Who is she?” He ran a hand through his hair, there was this hesitant look in his eye. Then he let out a long sigh and sat beside me. “Her name’s Seraphina Marchesi.” Seraphina Marchesi? This was the first time I was hearing that name.

Enril has taken it upon himself to inform everyone that young Luc perished from freezing. Gil has remained indoors the entire time, while Leía avoids her father due to her lingering blue eyes. She explains that she is accompanying Gil under the Alpha's directive. Seraphim grapples with understanding his true identity as an Elder and a wise primordial Archon. Despite his evolving role, he struggles to master all aspects of his new responsibilities. Disagreeing with Enril and Aren's plan to eliminate Luc, he feels powerless to intervene. Seraphim dedicates himself to clandestinely observing the Elders' actions, currently within the residence of Elder Honoré.

“She’s not just Isla’s mother, Damon. She’s…” “An Omega,” I cut in, my tone colder than I intended. “An Omega who should never have been in my bed. An Omega who should have never carried my child. She carried her, and by some miracle, managed to give birth to her. If I am choosing to be merciful for that, for her game, it is because I know that it shouldn’t have happened the way that it did in the first place.”

Seraphina looked at the faces around her, searching for any sign of support. “Please, everyone, I didn’t take it,” Seraphina said, her voice trembling. “There’s been a mistake. I would never do something like this.” Emma, Damien’s sister, stepped forward, her expression hard and unforgiving. “I thought you were a pure person, Seraphina,” she said, her voice laced with disappointment and anger. “Clearly, I was wrong.”

“You don’t have to worry about your sacrifice. I won’t let you guys toil for nothing. You want me to be the Emperor? Then I will. But my man has to be safe and healthy.” The lady smiled beautifully, “Yes, Your Majesty.” “What’s your name?” “I’m Seraphina.” “Lady Seraphina, please let’s get started. There’s no time to waste.” Seraphina wanted to tell her that she can’t be called ‘Lady’ because she was her mother’s right hand maid, but now wasn’t the time to correct her. “Chubby, send an urgent message to all the Elders and Royals on our side. Tell them that I’ve brought Her Majesty home.”

- Taehyung Kensington ------------- Name : Amelia Ashford ; Age : 21 With a heart as vast as the ocean and a mind as sharp as the keenest blade, Seraphina embodies the epitome of kindness, love, and unwavering strength. Her presence commands attention, not just for her striking beauty or effortless elegance, but for the sheer force of her personality—a magnetic aura that draws people in like moths to a flame. But beneath her gentle exterior lies a spirit forged in the fires of adversity, a soul as fierce as it is tender, unyielding in the face of injustice and unafraid to speak truth to power. Savage for those who were do badmouthing about her and her one and only life her father, If she hea