John X Seraphina Novels & Stories

"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

She shook her head, the tears falling. "But I… I have no wolf." "I don't know h—" Seraphina suddenly cried out and held her head, her body shaking. "Seraphina, what is it?" I asked, panic raising. Seraphina didn't answer and just kept crying out. Then I heard her bones snap. "Gods." I held her but she cried out and I released her. I sat there, frozen as she cried out and then fell on the ground, still holding her head.

But it was still a prison. And there—goddess, my heart nearly gave out—they were there. Seraphina sat near a large arched window, the pale light casting a halo around her worn figure. Her silver eyes still held that quiet fire I’d always admired. Bruises and fatigue marked her, but she remained regal, every bit the Luna she was—worn but unbroken. Near her, Deanna rose from a cushioned bench, eyes wide with disbelief and hope, while Elowen stood protectively close, as if shielding her mothers even now.

"Jaxon looked like he'd been hit by a localized silencing spell. It was the most beautiful thing I've seen in three years." "I saw enough of Selene's face just now to satisfy me for a lifetime," Seraphina chirped, grabbing a silver fork and piling her plate with roasted fowl. She looked at me, her blue-gold eyes bright with satisfaction. "I gave her a little angelic truth-bomb by the fountain. She's currently trying to play victim, but the audience isn't buying the tickets anymore." I offered Seraphina a small, knowing smile. "You shouldn't waste your energy on her, Sera. She's a ghost of a past life. Let her haunt the hallways if she must; she has no power over the living."

"I was just curious." "About this?" Seraphina asked, turning the picture around. "That's my daughter, mate, and pup," Seraphina said, a sad note in her tone. Annie looked at the picture gasping she pointed at the man in it. "John," she whispered barely audible. Following her finger Sera corrected. "No, that's Blaise, my daughter's mate. They are gone—all of them." Bravery interwoven with trepidation—the blonde curls and green eyes in her memories weren't just a coincidence. John, or rather, Blaise, had been a part of Seraphina's life. Annie gathered the courage to ask, "Gone where?"

I never knew that Tang Jing was a person who couldn't suppress his anger so well, it seems that love can really overpower one's mind. Zephyrine had obviously just gotten out of bed, she was wearing her hair in a cape and a halter lace nightgown with the strap on her right shoulder still seductively half slipped off. The look was sexy, but the words coming out of her mouth weren't sexy at all, "Orion you're still a son of a bitch, is your heart set on this damn book?!" "I'm not what," Zephyrine said, still as cold as if she'd eaten gunpowder, as she flung the book in her hands back into my arms, "Keep reading you!" With that, she turned her head and headed for the bedroom.

I ask Serah. I found her staring at her son. “I saw him move his fingers again. I think he is about to wake up. Maybe he can even hear us.” Serah says and I rush to check. “Son, if you can hear us. Can you try to move your fingers again.” I softly speak to Raphael's ear. I see his fingers move again. “My love. Can you see that? This is so amazing. I am so happy.” Serah says. “Serah, come here. I want to say something to you." I say to Serah. I take her hand and I make her sit right beside me.

- Taehyung Kensington ------------- Name : Amelia Ashford ; Age : 21 With a heart as vast as the ocean and a mind as sharp as the keenest blade, Seraphina embodies the epitome of kindness, love, and unwavering strength. Her presence commands attention, not just for her striking beauty or effortless elegance, but for the sheer force of her personality—a magnetic aura that draws people in like moths to a flame. But beneath her gentle exterior lies a spirit forged in the fires of adversity, a soul as fierce as it is tender, unyielding in the face of injustice and unafraid to speak truth to power. Savage for those who were do badmouthing about her and her one and only life her father, If she hea

But this time, it wasn’t Cassian. It was Seraphina. She came in clapping slowly with a sinister smile. “Congratulations, Phoenix,” she said sarcastically. “Tonight's performance was fire.” A pretty odd comment from someone like her. I smiled lightly, locking my eyes with hers. “What do you want, Seraphina?” “I just came so we can have a little chit-chat” she said with an evil grin. Before I could answer, she stepped closer until her forehead brushed mine. Her smile vanished, hardening into a cold expression.