Emily Seraphim Novels & Stories

I liked it. That morning, the girl who sat next to me looked up from her sketchpad. “You’re Emma, right?” she asked. “Yeah,” I said, smiling a little. “And you’re Lilla.” She grinned. “Guess word gets around. Connor Adler’s friend, right?” I blinked, feeling my face warm. “We’re… kind of friends. I guess.” “Relax,” she said, laughing. “I’m not about to ask for his autograph or something. He’s cool, though. His sister Chelsea’s in my drama class—total natural.”

the brunette said nudging Roman who gave him a death stare. “good morning princess, sorry theses idiots are here, these are Harry and Elijah” Harry was a brunette with green eyes while Elijah was hazel eyed with tattooed skin. “guys, this is Camila” “she looks good and I’m sure she’s also good in...” Harry started to say but he was cut off by Roman digging his eyebrow into his stomach. Harry fell to the ground with a dramatic groan and Elijah rolled his eyes. I chuckled.

Her eyes are purple. Girl: "Hey Eva how are you?" Eva: "Hey Carol. How are you love? Long time no see." I asked Sam via mind communication "Sam who is she? Moreover, what is she?" Sam:" She is the princess of fairyland. She is a fairy" Casie: "A fairy. wow. she looks fabulous." Carol: "Hey Sam. how are you, babe? Long time no see. You look hotter than before." Is she calling Sam Babe? Is she his ex? Is she flirting with him? And why he is standing mute.

Their smiling lovely, wearing a white dress, was my mate, Serafim. She looked exactly like the first time I met her, and she looks exactly like My Amare, Amilia. Honestly, every time I am with Amilia, I’m reminded of Serafim, but happily. Even though I know they are not the same person, their physical appearance, it’s the same.

The student body went into applause. “Any question?” Chloe asked “What was behind the name Empire?” Cami was the person to ask the question. Yes Cami was still in school, she was still a grade away from graduating high school. “That is a great question. Empire was the name of my late Godmother; I owe her a lot so I named everything I own after her.” Chloe replied with a smile

She had been a demon queen for one perfect, filthy night. And deep down, a tiny spark of that dark, delicious power would always remain, waiting, perhaps, for the next time she wanted to play. She glanced back once at the 50-yard line, still faintly damp in her mind’s eye, and whispered to herself with a soft laugh: “Thank you, Asmodea… that was one hell of a halftime show.” Then Emily Harper, head cheerleader and secret survivor of demonic lust, disappeared into the tunnel glowing with a new, radiant light that no one else would ever understand.

“That’s what makes this so fucked.” That shut me up. Not because I disagreed. Because she was right. Emery had chosen me—again and again, even when I didn’t deserve it. Even when all I offered her was a fake picture of safety. I swallowed hard. “Where is she?” “She said she would be at a press brunch. Somewhere small, private, downtown. A chance to reclaim the narrative, I guess. Take her story back. On her own terms.” “That’s suicide,” I muttered. “They will devour her.”

I am my own. With a roar that split the wind, Emily stepped forward, her aura igniting in a brilliant fusion of silver and black. The remnants of the Abyss faltered at her defiance, unable to resist her will as she poured every ounce of herself into one final act. Energy surged outward, sweeping through the battlefield like a tidal wave, tearing through Lena’s constructs, scattering the Celestials, and destabilizing the Void Ritual itself.

The euphemism of affection drips with latent danger, and it sends a shiver down Demika’s spine. Selena stands frozen, her face a mask of accismus, pretending disinterest in the woman before her. But Demika sees it—the way her friend’s body tightens, the way her breath hitches for just a fraction of a second. Selena may have expected her, but that doesn’t make this moment any less harrowing. Demika is enthralled and unsettled. This is her first time seeing the legendary Seraphina—the epitome of vampyric power, the woman whom she’d spoken her name, only in hushed, reverent tones.

She made me believe in love again, even though I kept it hidden from her. My name is Raphael Gilberts. My parents own The Gilberts Company, and I work there as the managing director. Financially, I’ve never lacked. But what I lacked, until Serah, was someone to love for who I truly am. Now, I’m standing in the hospital’s waiting area with Mia. We’ve just received word that Serah has delivered. She’s resting now, and we’re both eagerly waiting to be called in.