John X Seraphina Novels & Stories

Aeron chuckled dragging up a nearby chair and sitting on it backward, we cant! Thanis growled she didn't desert the host she was drafted and ascended into the Seraphim Guard, she's the Seraphim of Mercy now and she's mated too, are you serious? dude thats huge! Ezera cried who is she mated to? The Seraphim of Justice he answered she even has his mark on her neck and their wings even match his are silver and hers is gold you should have seen her today she looked so badass she took down all of the King of hells army total cleansing

Although it wasn’t fine, she endured the loneliness of being neglected in order to survive. "I wish I was never born," she mumbled. Fate was too cruel. She lost the only person who truly loved her at a young age and the family that she wanted never wanted her. Was she born to be just a nuisance to this family? Was she meant to experience pain and sorrow all her life? Her life was too short to end at the age of eighteen, but she thought that it was better. At least, she would no longer suffer. "Prepare to die, Seraphina. This is the punishment for taking my mother's life." Xander lifted his sword and drops of blood splattered when the blade cut through Sera's head.

His jaw tightened. He looked back at me. I did not know his face. I had never seen this man before in my life. But I hated his guts immediately. He straightened the cuff of his jacket, looked at me and said… "Hello, Seraphina. Been a long, long time.”

I flipped him off, dropping onto the arm of the couch, forcing a smirk, "Shut your trap, Jax, it was nothing, just scratching an itch, don't make it a big deal." But Kael eyed me closer, that knowing look he gets, "You good, Ry? You look... off, like you just ran a marathon or something." Jaxon laughed, punching my arm, "Off? He's glowing, dude! Seraphina must've worked some magic up there. Tell us, was it fireworks? Did she scream your name like old times?" I shoved him back, chuckling sarcastically, "Fireworks? More like a quickie to shut her up, but yeah, she's happy now, probably dreaming about wedding bells that will never happen or whatever dumb shit girls do."

Stephanie didn't like it one bit, she kept inhaling and exhaling loudly, biting her fingers and sighing until Sera was done. “So let me get this straight, he's cheating but if you didn't notice the subtle changes, the text and picture…you wouldn't know?” Steph asked “Precisely,” Sera nodded. “So what are you going to do now?” “I'm going to look into her and find out who she is” she planted her hands on her face “maybe after work, because I have a very important meeting for 9” “You should probably get dressed…” “I should” Seraphina said as she stood up slowly. Steph did the same. “Thank you for stopping by, you're the best” she said into Steph's ear as she hugged her tightly. She walked her t

It wasn’t a prison, but it wasn’t freedom either. A quiet knock startled me. “Come in,” I called, my voice hoarse. The door swung open, and a woman stepped in, her presence so vibrant it was almost jarring. She had long, dark curls and an easy smile that immediately softened the tension coiled in my stomach. “You must be Seraphina,” she said, her voice light and warm. “I’m Lilliana. Rafael’s sister.” I blinked. She looked nothing like him. There was no sharp edge to her, no coldness. Where Rafael was all shadows and quiet menace, she was golden warmth.

I stood there alone, letting her last words echo through me. Sorry, Seraphina. You were right. I don’t deserve you. And because I love you… I won’t bother your life again. You deserve someone better than me. … I never saw Seraphina again. Not in the streets of Rome, not in the whispers of New York. But I felt her— every time the silence stretched too long, every time I turned and hoped. I heard Seraphina and Josh got married three years later. And on top of everything else, she built an empire—one that even more powerful than her father’s.