John And Seraphina Novels & Stories

“Seraphina’s death changed him. It broke something inside him.” The name sent a chill through her. Seraphina. “What happened to her?” “She was murdered,” Jonah said. “Captured by a rival pack. Tortured. She was pregnant with his child.” His voice carried old grief, worn thin by time. “Rowan found her three days later.” The truth settled heavily. Rowan’s need for control. His cruelty. His fixation on obedience. None of it existed in isolation. He wasn’t just cruel. He was a man living among ghosts. And those ghosts were slowly destroying them both.

But the message preview was visible from where I was lying. Camille: Thank you for staying with me tonight. I really needed you. I swallowed. That wasn’t terrible. Ethan had already told me she was upset. Then another message appeared. Camille: And thank you for keeping what I told you between us. Seraphina doesn’t need to know yet. I sat up slowly. Yet. My eyes moved from the phone to Ethan. He was sleeping peacefully beside me. A few minutes earlier, he had promised me there would be no more half-truths.

Once the house was finally silent again, I turned around. Seraphina was trembling,Her eyes were filled with tears. “Hey… are you okay?” I asked gently. She laughed bitterly, wiping her tears. “How can I be okay?” she whispered. Her shoulders shook as she spoke. “Nobody wants me. Everywhere I go, people see me as either a tool… or a threat.” Her voice cracked. “Because I’m weak.” Her tears finally spilled over. “I wish the Moon Goddess would just take my life. She didn’t only make me weak… she made me useless too.”

"It wounds my soul, Anna. And though it isn't safe for you to be anywhere near that man — he must know the truth. Perhaps the incoming war can still be turned away." Anna shook her head slowly. "I don't think Deimon is the kind of man who entertains reason. He prefers madness over logic. He abides strictly by the ancient laws, he believes everything must answer to blood." She exhaled, steadying herself. "But Seraphina..." "Rest easy, my dear." Seraphina reached out, pressing softly against Anna's palms. The shift in her energy was surprising—one moment she was a herald of doom, the next a comforting sister. "I gave you my word, and I intend to keep it." She paused briefly. "I'm not returning

He didn't know that every guest in this room had been invited not to witness his triumph, but to attend his funeral. Beside me, Seraphina stood with her head held high. She was five months pregnant now, the curve of her stomach visible beneath the emerald silk of her gown. She wasn't the "perfect wife" who apologized for the weather anymore; she was a woman who had found her core of tempered steel. I could feel the heat radiating from her, a silent, steady defiance that matched my own. She looked like a queen surveying a battlefield she had already won, her eyes fixed on the man who had spent years trying to hollow out her soul. "Ladies and gentlemen," Adrian began, his voice amplified and s

Is this the moon goddess’s way of punishing me for killing my own fated mate? Isn't cursing my pack not enough? Gently, I shift her hands, placing them properly over her belly. I walk back to my study, keeping my movements quiet. My fingers trace the familiar lock on the shelf. It opens, revealing what I’ve been keeping hidden. I wouldn't want anyone to see how I've been piling up every single publication Seraphina made ever since she was ten. For seven years now, I think. My hands linger over the spines, brushing over the pages as if I could absorb a part of her life through touch alone.

It was a connection she couldn't sever, a constant, painful reminder of what she could never have. She was so lost in her misery that she didn’t hear the soft footsteps behind her. A shadow fell over her, and she looked up, her heart leaping into her throat. It was Seraphina. She was not dressed for a party; she was still in her magnificent sapphire gown, but her face was a cold, hard mask of fury. “I thought I might find you out here, hiding in the dirt like the little worm you are,” she said, her voice a silken purr that was laced with poison.

Sebastian didn't move from the doorway. "I asked you a question," he said. Seraphina looked at him. Just looked, the way you look at something you've already decided doesn't require a response. Then she turned back to her desk. "Seraphina." She picked up her pen and looked down at the envelope in front of her, at the columns she'd been building, the careful small handwriting that had become the only productive thing available to her in seven days of enforced silence.

“We’re under direct orders. You will leave.” Bianca’s mouth opened to protest, but before she could utter another word, two of the men took a deliberate step forward. The unspoken threat was clear. Eleanor turned back to Seraphina, eyes blazing. “This is what you want, then? To be surrounded by thugs? To turn your back on your family? Are you into dating thugs now?” Seraphina’s grip tightened on the blanket. For the first time in her life, she didn’t feel small under their scrutiny. She felt something entirely different and powerful. “I’m not turning my back on anyone,” she said, her voice steady. “I’m choosing myself for once.”

“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.”