John X Seraphina Novels & Stories

Knox's hand brushing against her waist as he leaned in was all too much. Turning fast and with a hardened expression, Seraphina looked for an ally's solace. Her gaze roamed the room until they found one guy she trusted, Jaxon Thornfield, a man with ties and loyalties extending well beyond what most people knew. She had no time to lose. Seraphina's voice fell to a whisper as she walked towards him, her heels tapping hard on the marble. This has to be fixed right away. We have to correct this. At this time.

“You can’t keep running from this. You’re drowning, Selena… it may not be so obvious at the moment, but surely, you’re sinking bit-by-bit.” Selena’s sharp inhale echoes in the room, but before she can respond, there is a creak by the door of the inn. Both young ladies turn, and the world seems to hold its breath—a ripple in the atmosphere that precedes something momentous. The door swings open. Seraphina steps into the inn with an air that is both eclectic and regal. Her presence is effulgent, radiating a raw, dangerous power that none of her family members—neither Valentine nor Chloe, not even Dr. Percy—could ever hope to match. Seraphina embodies something far more ancient, more primal. Sh

"Why... how are you here?!" "Why? Are you surprised to see me?" Seraphina stepped forward, staring directly into Juna’s eyes without the slightest trace of fear. "Of course I came looking for you. It's me, Seraphina. The poor college girl you defiled and whose future you destroyed in that nightclub room!"

"Who... who are you?" A slow, predatory smile touched her lips. "My name is Seraphina. And I have been watching the Blue Moon Pack for a very long time." Her gaze drifted to the path where Xian'na and her brothers had vanished. "That Holy Blood should have been yours, Jerick. But you, in your... misjudgment... allowed it to slip away." She stepped closer, her scent intoxicating and dangerous. Her fingers traced the line of my jaw, and despite everything, a spark of my old Alpha arrogance, desperate for validation, began to ignite.

"How's the coven treating you these days?" "So far so good," she replied with a casual shrug, though her eyes drifted toward Rockan as if he'd posed the question. She'd harboured feelings for him since our youth, but he'd never spared her a glance. Seraphina was a practitioner of light magic who had once served our mother faithfully. Though she'd become my close friend, duty called her back to her kind when their coven was liberated from demonic control. Now they stood as sworn allies to Rockan's leadership. "Hello, brother," I offered with an exaggerated bow, my eyes still ablaze with barely contained hostility. He acknowledged me with nothing more than a slight arch of his eyebrow.

“The great Joachim Knight brings a human to The Crimson Veil after a century of not showing interest in anyone. Not just any human either—a boisterous rebellious one who publicly offends Queen Seraphina and survives to prove it.” “Seraphina is conceited,” I complained again, feeling tired already. “Seraphina is jealous,” offered Elias as a gentle correction. “She has been attempting for a hundred to gain a position in your heart and then you suddenly appear with a human woman dressed in a dress the color of her rage and you pretend that you would destroy the entire world to keep her safe.” He shook his head taking a slow sip. “Naturally she feels jealous. You already crowned the girl your qu

And I am very thankful to him for helping me to get through this. Your Once Beloved Wife, Seraphina

Sarraphina replied. "And why am I wanted dead? Who wants me dead?" "Your uncle" "Uncle?? I am an orphan with no relatives" John replied. "That's what you think. I would have killed you and cut off your head but luckily for you your uncle wants you alive" "What makes you think you can kill me?" John replied with a smile. He knew what he was doing "Seems I haven't introduced myself. I am Sarraphina the angel of death" "Ooohh, I am scared" John replied and laughed at his joke.

A sickening crack came from there, enough to tell me that she was dead. “Kaden Caelthorn. I was hoping to reduce our audience but it seems the girl still has a lot to learn,” Seraphina said, stepping fully into the light of the Moon. She was completely naked save for a small scrap of red clothing that hung loosely off her arms. When Seraphina looked at me, anger flooded my veins. This was not family resemblance. She was wearing my mate’s face.

The world thinks Seraphina is the luckiest woman alive. A famous supermodel and married to Maximilian Thorne, the richest man on earth. She lives in a mansion and wears diamonds every day. But behind closed doors, her life is a nightmare. Her husband treats her like a toy he can break. His two brothers and sister treat her like a servant. Even his mother joins in on the abuse. She has no one. No way out. Until the new bodyguard walks in. His name is Killian Cross. Six years ago, Seraphina was his whole world. Then she ran away, leaving him alone to raise their baby daughter. He spent every day for six years hating her. He didn't take this job or hide his identity to protect her, he took it