Emily Seraphim Novels & Stories

Lyla's POV After the incident, life went back to normal, to its usual hustle and buzzling. But while we were relaxed and thought that the Architect's reign died with her code. That peace could be coded back into the world like a firewall. But peace is never permanent apparently when blood remembers. Deep beneath the frost-ridden city of Australia, in a facility cloaked in electromagnetic silence, a woman stood before the embryonic remnants of a war long thought ended. Seraphina, twenty-one years old. Raised in secrecy by the last loyalists of the Architect’s bloodline. Not born—but built.

> *It remembered her. The circle cracked. Light exploded. The ward-breaker from the gold-robed member ignited, ripping through the spell like a blade through silk. Seraphine stood in the center of it all — eyes glowing, hair whipping in the magical storm — and **did not fall.** > “I am Seraphine Elowen. > Daughter of flame. > Heir to queens who would not kneel. > And if you try to erase me— > then I will burn my name into the stone of this world.”

Not a girl fooling herself about power she didn’t understand. I was Nora Carver. Seraphine’s heir. Mate of Lucien Nerezza, Caelum Hawthorne, and Elias Everly. Friend of wolves and vampires and wizards and witches. One of six founders of The Emberbound Circle And for the first time in my life, I knew exactly who I was packing for. Me. Packing was easy. Planning had knots in my stomach.

"The kind you'd never dare look in the eye." Miriam gave her a shove, scandalized. "Stop saying such things! You'll curse us all." But the damage was done. The image hung there, vivid, forbidden, and Seraphine hated that she could see it so clearly in her mind—a man cloaked not in rags or robes, but in something heavier. A presence that didn't beg for mercy, but demanded silence. That night, after Compline, the sisters retired to their dormitory. The long chamber was filled with rows of narrow beds, each draped with thin linen sheets. The room buzzed softly with whispered voices, though silence was expected.

Emily nodded repeatedly and quickly put on the prayer beads. In the end, she paid a hefty “faith f*e” and left, covered in dust and pig’s blood spray. They scheduled her next visit for a week later. Seraphina promised to “think of another way.” This was basically milking a sheep that showed up on its own. Watching Emily leave, Candice muttered under her breath, “Is it too late to switch careers?” Charlie: “……” Next door, Sophia removed her veil, revealing a sharp, intelligent, and beautiful face.

The vampire retrieved her laptop and darted back into her room. Once back inside, Esper plopped onto her bed and opened up her computer. After logging in, she quickly opened up a blank document and started typing down her thoughts. Seraph – insanely attractive, likes to have fun, enjoys classic television, very athletic, Imperial Guard, excellent pianist (also plays guitar and cello), is eager to learn about me, very passionate, causes spark like sensations when we touch (is very handsy because he also feels them), adorable when sleeping.

she said "But I'm not, I want to get rid of this child, I'm not ready to be a mother and there's no way I'll give birth to the child of my captor" Amira said "My lady, with all due respect speak no more. You will be just the perfect mother for this innocent child. Do not punish the child for the sins of the father, besides your wedding is just by the corner" Selina preached

Jayden said, his tone hinting at the significance of Seraphina's confession to him, clearly teasing her, though his face remained unreadable. Seraphina glanced at Jayden sharply before replying, "Ah! Y-yes! I know him because he's our campus genius." Her voice was awkward, laced with guilt, as she didn't want anyone to find out that she had been in love with Jayden for four years. "It's obvious they're not classmates! I bet she's from section F!" Hermes interrupted, immediately scolded by their mother. Seraphina bowed her head and forced a smile at Elizabeth. She couldn't deny that she was indeed from section F.

Steam begins spewing from the machine, and Parker perks up as if he had remembered something, “Hey, do you think it would be cool if we invite Em over? It’d be awesome to have the four of us hanging out again, and I think Danilo would really vibe with her.” “Uh—,” I struggle to bring a response to my lips, but Danilo interjects. “Wait, who’s this Em person?” I stifle a breathe of relief. “Emilia. She’s this girl he and I have known for quite some time now. I think I’ve told you about her before.” “Yeah, she’s dating Colton again so if she does come you’d be kind of fifth-wheeling so, hopefully you’re cool with that.” “Oh.” Danilo’s voice reflects a slight tinge of a dejected air around him b

My eyes follow her as she walks back towards us. “Pin?” She looks at him holding out the phone. “220122” his answer is quick. “Oh, and when you call, you talk, but on speakerphone princess.” “Serena, we will find another way. There is always another way.” I reach out to take the phone, her hand hitting mine away. “My city Diesel, my rules. If you’re going to do this, fuck off.” She glares at me. Call me foolish but I have to try. “I saw those pictures! I saw the truth, Serena, nothing is worth going back. I know how you feel. Please.” I beg her, waiting.