Father Seraphim Rose Books Novels & Stories

Amethyst was sure that most of them were just servants of the upper echelons of La Victima Mafia. While walking, Amethyst couldn't help but be terrified. He suddenly remembered the things he wanted to forget. Her mind wandered back to the last time she was with Jonathan. It had been the second time they had been together, and each encounter only added to her internal turmoil. She bit her lower lip as she felt the frustration start to grow in her heart again. The frustration was that no matter how many times he bathed, nothing would go away. However, Amethyst is also thankful this time. It's because for the past few days, Jonathan has been preoccupied, and the house has been a flurry of activ

"My father... he wept for decades. He turned the North into a graveyard in your name." The woman—Queen Seraphina—stepped forward, her movement so fluid it made the stone beneath her feet seem to bow. She reached out a hand, and the gold-and-sapphire aura of the courtyard responded, coiling around her fingers like a loyal pet. "Your father was a master of narratives, Silas," Seraphina said, her voice a sound of pure, celestial music that made the glass shards on the floor vibrate. "He didn't lie to you to be cruel. He lied to you because the truth would have made you a target before you were even a wolf. I didn't die. I was 'withdrawn'."

Raymond’s POV Just when I thought I had seen everything the library could offer, something caught my eye. It was a book on the top shelf—slightly crooked, dusty like it hadn’t been touched in years. The spine was almost blank. Faded leather, no clear title, but a single etched word barely visible in the light filtering through the stained glass: Seraphine. Not Seraphin. But close. Too close to ignore. My chest tightened. My fingers itched. Something in me stirred—that same pull I felt when the man in the alley first whispered the word to me. I stepped up onto the carved wooden stool beside the shelf, reached up, and pulled the book down.

Rose’s POV He thrust home again—slow this time, savoring the slick glide of my still-soaked walls around his thick length. The scarred oak desk creaked under my breasts as I arched back to meet him- Seraphina’s eyes narrow at the scent, her lips curling as she hisses, “Still dripping with him, Rose? Pathetic,” but I stand taller, Jason’s knot pulsing in memory, fueling my unyielding glare.

Seraphine was clearly ridiculing Rose and gloating about it. However, there was an apathetic look in her eyes. She didn't seem happy at all. Rose didn't get angry, either. She had a weary gaze in her eyes, making her look extremely helpless. "I've already said this many times before, Seraphine. I'm just Leo's sister. It's not what you think it is."

“Still, you need to be careful next time, Seraph.” She rolled her eyes dramatically. “Yeah, yeah, ‘be careful,’ got it, Mom.” I gave her a pointed look. She returned it with a mischievous smirk that screamed I’ll do what I want anyway. “Well then, I’d better find Rose. You know how obsessive she gets with all these tests.” “True. More than I could ever be with men,” Seraph quipped, laughing at her own joke. I shook my head, amused, and left her room, heading toward mine.

Damien rushed over to where his father was on his knees, clutching his head in pain. “Is he having a vision?” Eric asked Damien, who nodded at him. Seraphina stood aside watching what’s happening, she has never seen from upclose the Seer having a vision. So, it's kinda scary, moreover, with the thoughts of having her dream being interpreted by the seer, and it turns out bad for her. That’s why she didn't want to walk this path when she saw her Godfather and Damien’s father, but Damien had insisted. “Something’s wrong.” Damien said.

Feeling a stir in my suit pants. Stomping hard on it. “I have to warn you, Seraphina,” I start in a gruff voice, “do not tempt the devil. Unless you’re ready to burn.” ---------

The estranged vampire mother of Selena remains a figure of intrigue and suspicion, though today she’s here for something else. Wilson catches Seraphina’s subtle movements as she approaches the Robinsons. There’s a moment of tension, the kind that raises hairs on the back of his neck. He strains to listen, his keen hearing catching only fragments of their conversation. It starts awkwardly—a mother, estranged from her daughter, showing gratitude to those who raised her child. Mr. and Mrs. Robinson stand stiff at first, clearly skeptical of Seraphina’s intentions, but Mrs. Robinson’s face softens, her special wolf gift allowing her to read the sincerity in Seraphina’s words. Seraphina isn’t her

“Why are you angry at me? Tell me so I can make it up to you.” She didn’t say a thing and kept her mouth shut before turning her head away in case he was going to kiss her. ‘He’s too deceiving.’ she told herself before comparing him to Lucas who looked and acted genuine. “So...yes?” Theo asked, putting his lips on the back of her hand, giving it a light kiss. “I have no interest in whatever you’re doing,” Rojean just said, pulling her hand away, thinking Sei was like that. “I don’t really feel well so if there’s nothing to discuss I’ll go now.”