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“No, Mathias, you need to listen to me. When I met Nevaeh, I was scared. I was scared of what I felt for her and what might happen to her if she entered my world. Since we’ve gotten here, you’ve experienced a variety of things that have shaken your world. But I have to tell you, you’re being an idiot.” My head snaps forward at his comment. Not a lot of people dare speak to me in such a tone. I’m Mathias Black, head of the Council. A centuries-old Seraphim who has killed legions. Giving Mikhail my most withering scowl, I manage to grit out, “I think you need to walk away, Mikhail.”

She scans the things and put them into the bag, she didn't even look at who that person was only when he said something strange. "So you are her daughter" Sera frowned and looked at the old man, who was grinning at her. "Excuse me?" She asked. "What's your name?" He asked her with that same smile. Sera awkwardly smiled, she doesn't want to sound rude. So she just answered "Seraphina William" That old man pouted, "Seraphina William?... not Robertson? So you took after your mother that's good, she was a lot better for that punk"

Rose threw her hands in the air frustratedly as she stomped to the door. Just as she threw it open, Percival was about to knock again and accidentally rapped his knuckles against her forehead, pulling his hand back as though he’d been burned. “I’m so sorry Ma’dam, I wanted to make sure you were ok after such a horrible night and thought you might not have heard my first knock” he rushed to get out. Stepping back to allow him a view of her room, he stopped partway through the doorway. Turning to see what the problem was, Rose remembered Sean sprawled on her bed. “Oh, I’m sorry to have disturbed you while with company. Please forgive my intrusion. I was just about to take my leave anyway. It w

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.

Zarah held my arm, trying to calm me down. “No.” I raised a finger to warn her. “Don’t do this to me, Zarah. You’re like my mentor, my godmother, or something. You’re close to my aunt. Do you know what I mean? I need the truth. I can handle it. I’ve fought dangerous beings, and the identity of my father wouldn’t kill me, trust me. What is he? A demon?” “No.” She glanced at Samarah for a brief second and then looked at me. “Your father is a Seraphim.”

Bianca was sold to a mafia lord at a very young age and all she could think about was getting revenge. Her plan was going well until the mafia lord's son, Nico, came into the picture. Nico was handsome and cold, brutal but calm. However, when he met Bianca, she brought out his troubled side. He didn't want her. She didn't care. In fact, she hated him. She felt he was emotionless and he felt she was too tough. Both were intrigued. ~♡~ "The only thing stopping me from taking you right here on this table, is that you belong to my father." His voice was tensed and I didn't need to see his face to know how he felt. "My father's whore." He added. I swallowed, hurt by his words. "You

"I am Seraphina, the guardian of this chamber. It is my duty to guide those who seek their path." Luna's curiosity got the better of her. "Seraphina, how did you know our names?" The guardian's eyes twinkled with wisdom as she spoke. "I have watched over you both, Luna and Amelia. Your journey has been marked by courage and love, and it is these qualities that have led you here." A combination of wonder and confusion filled Luna's heart. "But what is this place? What is the purpose of the rose?" Seraphina's voice grew soft as she explained. "This chamber holds a secret, one that has been guarded for centuries. The rose symbolizes the purity and strength of your love. Only with it can you dis

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

I pulled one free and settled onto the rug in my small meditation corner. The familiar scent of old paper rose as I opened it. Our bloodline has always carried unusual gifts. The words were written in my mother’s careful script. Some subtle. Some dangerous. Some misunderstood. I traced the edge of the page lightly with my finger. “Sounds about right,” I murmured. Outside the small window the campus had grown quiet as evening settled over Rosewood. I read for another hour before finally closing the book. The whispers still echoed faintly in my mind. But they felt… farther away now.

he said and Liora nodded. Seraphina leaned back in her chair dramatically. “Oh! Speaking of gifts…” she paused in her speech, her tone excited. “I got flowers today too.” Liora slowly raised her gaze toward her sister and sighed. Here we go again. Their father chuckled. “Oh?” Seraphina smiled shyly, “One of my admirers sent them.” Mrs Morgan laughed immediately. “Our daughter really is popular.” Seraphina pretended embarrassment, tucking her hair behind her ear. “It was a huge bouquet of red roses.” She replied as her eyes flickered toward Liora briefly, provoking, testing and competing.