John X Seraphina Novels & Stories

It wasn’t until recently, when Ryan and Kendrick had somewhat reconciled, that Kendrick brought up Seraphina to Jax again. He mentioned how impressive her intelligence network was and suggested that if Jax was willing, they could arrange for her to share some of her experience with him. But the moment Jax heard Seraphina’s name, he visibly lost his composure. Normally someone who never badmouthed anyone behind their back, Jax actually called her a “little vixen” for the first time ever. He said that even though they had reconciled with Ryan, Seraphina was still not someone to be trusted.

"Well this is Nathaniel our son, named after our father Jose" "Nice" she looked like she was trying not to cry "And this is our daughter Scarlett, her middle name is for my mother." says Seraphina "May I have a hold?" Josephine asks holding her hand out for Scarlett. "Sure." she goes to hand her to Josephine when we here a low hiss from the other side of the room, I notice I think it is Phoenix's eyes flash red "Maybe later Jose okay?" Seraphina smiled but Josephine looked confused. She looked at Phoenix and where he was looking, she then looked at our joined hands and a flash of knowing went through her eyes and over her face.

“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.

she challenged, her voice sharp with scepticism. Seraphina's eyes softened a plea for understanding in her gaze. "I left everything behind, my past, my allegiances, in search of a new path," she explained. "I want to help Gabriel. I want to make amends for my past mistakes by aiding this cause." Sebastian narrowed his eyes, studying Seraphina carefully. "Actions speak louder than words," he stated firmly. "We will be watching you closely, Seraphina. If you betray our trust, there will be consequences."

' But outwardly, she gave a small awkward laugh. "Ms. Valeza, I… I haven't been able to move on from what happened—" "Can't move on?" Seraphina cut in smoothly. "If you're here for that, you can leave. I don't have time to revisit meaningless matters." Julie Ann's fingers curled into fists at her sides. Dennis quickly stepped forward. "Ahem." He cleared his throat. "Ms. Valeza—" "Mrs. Cross," Seraphina corrected coldly. "I'm married to Lucien Cross."

Deathly silence. A woman sat near the fireplace—thin, pale, and motionless. Seraphina. Five years older. Five years sadder. Five years lonelier. Killian swallowed hard. "No..." Nyx smiled. "This is another possibility. A world where Seraphina never returned." Seraphina stared, unable to look away. The older version of herself clutched something against her chest: a small, blue blanket, worn and precious. She rocked back and forth, softly singing a lullaby to no one.

I still remembered Lysara running toward me that day, her hands trembling, fear written all over her face as she begged for help. That was when I promised to protect her. The same way I protected Amelia, my younger sister. Unfortunately, not everything goes according to plan. Our closeness was constantly misunderstood, feeding rumors that should never have existed in the first place. Then I met Seraphina. She was graceful, intelligent, dignified. The middle daughter of House Vermont. I didn't want another man to claim her before I could, so I proposed. Our marriage was a happy one. A few times, she asked about the rumors surrounding Lysara and me. Each time, I reassured her there was nothing