Novel & Cerita Fragment Of Seren

Serene suddenly stops convulsing and her eyes are glowing all white. "Elena," she says, her gaze lands on me. " Elena," Her gaze is in a faraway voice Beware of the one who will pretend to prepare, gather your strength or it will be your end. Despair will befall you even if you succeed. The past holds the key to the weapons you need. Serene passes out and wakes back up a few moments later. Everyone was looking at her. I grabbed her chin, checking for scars. Her voice is back to normal.

I was speechless earlier because I was ashamed of Raphael's parents who were looking at me now and Raphael was next to me holding my hands tightly. "She is the daughter of the woman you helped with Raphael?" Raphael's mother spoke in firm manner again. "Mom can you talk in nicely instead?" Raphael tightened his grip on my hand. "Oh sorry." The woman turned to me so I politely nodded. "What is your name young woman?" She asked me. "Heart Serenity." I answered politely and she just nodded and looked at Raphael.

It might have been polished obsidian except for the way it seemed to eat the torchlight, creating a perfect sphere of absolute darkness. "Beautiful, isn't it?" Serena's voice held reverence. "Older than the Light itself. A fragment of the primordial void, given form and purpose." Kaelen approached slowly. With each step, the temperature dropped further. His breath came out in clouds. His joints stiffened. The stone pulled at him; not physically but in ways that made his remaining soul ache. "What do I do?" "Take it. Hold it. Survive it." Serena had stopped at the cavern's edge, unwilling or unable to come closer. "Let it judge your worth. Feed it your pain, your hatred, your absolute commitm

This was what made a person into a demon… Digging her other hand around the crystal, Serenity pulled it from the heart, dropping the organ to the ground and she lifted the crystal into the light. It glittered with multi-faceted luminosity, pale reds and blacks shimmering in the light. “Beautiful…” Blinking, Serenity shoved the crystal into her jacket pocket and turned to the other two corpses in the clearing. Both headless, her stomach roiled with sickness, but she couldn’t leave the crystals behind…

The unpleasant feeling intensified sharply, acutely. “Mr Ceretti,” I called out, and he stiffened, his head snapping up, eyes wide with wonder and awe. “Dante Solace,” His voice was soft, smooth despite the fact he was an avid smoker “You truly are an assassin. I nearly had a heart attack,” He chuckled after saying so, rising to his feet. “You should stop smoking. There’s a child in this house.” I stated, tilting my head. “I doubt Don Vecchio would be pleased.”

Serena didn’t know how to react so she settled for a reluctant smile. “I am confusing you, aren’t I?” The other woman was looking ruefully at her. Serena could only offer a tight-lipped smile because being straightforward wasn’t really her forte. This made the older seer laugh. “Ah, you are like Ophelia.” Serena was taken aback. She swallowed thickly and hoped that her emotions weren’t fully on display. “H-how?” she managed to ask. Sedona had been busy taking out a few stones and placing a bowl and a beautiful long-necked bottle with a round bottom. She raised her head. “Huh?”

He wasn't himself. "Mark are you mad let go I have a dream and you are freaking drunk . that's not the Mark I know .please listen .GET A HOLD OF YOURSELF" Sera started snapping at him. She didn't know what to do. Will she die now ? . But she had a lot of things she hadn't achieved yet. She can't die now. She didn't fulfil her godmother's dream. " Mark please , if you love me don't do this " Sera said in an anxious tone.

"My mate will always be Sera. And Liam will never have a younger brother." Rayna finally felt fear rise within her upon seeing his steely expression. She couldn't help but swallow hard apprehensively. Then, she remembered she had a trump card in her belly. She placed a hand on her abdomen and said with reddened eyes, "Caelum, I know you love Luna Seraphina, but she's already gone. She won't come back." Those words ignited the raging fire inside Caelum. He slapped her hard and shouted, "Shut up! Sera is just angry with me. I will find her, apologize, and beg for her forgiveness. Once she calms down, she will come home with me!"

I open my mouth and begin to sing. The sound that leaves my throat is a low, ethereal hum. A soft flowing Fae melody that carries no words, only a rhythmic warmth which carries a soothing resonance. Almost like a gentle breeze rustling through a forest, one that is steady and calm. Beside me, I watch as the tight, rigid lines of King Sven’s jaw slowly begin to relax. His breathing deepens, matching the slow tempo of my Serenade. He shifts slightly, now resting his head on my chest. And it makes my heart skip a beat, but I do not stop serenading him.

She stood in a great hall of shimmering glass and silver, and in its center burned a single flame— small, golden, perfect. Beside it stood a woman with eyes of dawn and hair that shone like dusted stars. > “Who are you?” Lyra asked. The woman smiled. > “Once, they called me Seren.” Lyra gasped. > “You’re the voice.” Seren nodded. > “No. I am the echo. You are the voice now.” She reached out and placed her hand over Lyra’s heart. A soft warmth spread outward, a rhythm older than galaxies.