John X Seraphina Novels & Stories

His best friend, known as Seraphina, possessed an ancient knowledge of the supernatural world and had always been a reliable source of guidance. As Mr. Haven made his way through the bustling streets, his mind filled with questions and anticipation, he couldn't help but marvel at the vibrant energy of the city around him. Seraphina resided in a grand mansion nestled in the heart of a secluded enclave, a sanctuary where vampires and humans coexisted harmoniously. The mansion stood as a testament to the enduring bond between Mr. Haven and Seraphina, forged over centuries of unwavering friendship.

Or perhaps the media. Maybe she wanted to make sure that we didn't waste any time and that no one would catch us unaware and use it as proof that we weren't real mates. “Alpha Alexander! You're here!” Vincent approached us, and we shook hands. “Oh... you came along with your Luna as well!” He had come with a few of his friends, and Seraphina's expression changed the moment she saw them. She immediately stepped away from us. When I walked over to her, the first thing she said was,

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.

Seraphina was habitual of people judging her, both physically and mentally. Seraphina walked towards her study table to grab her bag. "By the way, you're not a minor, right Seraphina?" Seraphina fisted her palms at her question. She knew she was trying to put her down. "No, I am going to be 19 soon," She answered, calmly while zipping her bag . Seraphina carried the bag on her shoulders and then tried to walk past her. "Stay away from him, Seraphina Miller. It will be good for you,"

“In what we believed was a private setting.” “Does this revelation not make the fact about you favoring her true?” I felt my jaw tighten slightly. “Seraphina earned her position,” I said firmly. “There has never been any doubt about how hardworking and dedicated she is. In fact, she is the lead scientist working on one of Obsidian's most revolutionary projects right now. She thought up and designed the project with the backing of everyone on the board and that is not half of how important her impact is to Obsidian.”

"How long have you been a parasite inside my son's council, cultist?" "Since the day the false king Ryan died," Jaxon sneered, stepping forward. "The Cult has eyes everywhere, Goddess. We knew you would return. A mother can never truly abandon her pups, can she? Your glamour is pathetic to those of us who swim in the deep dark." "If you know who I am," Seraphina said, dropping her hand to her side, allowing the tiniest spark of silver starlight to dance across her fingertips, "then you know how easily I can erase you from this reality."

"And the wolf missed. It only tore my sleeve." Jaxon let out a loud, mocking laugh. "You are a terrible liar. Kael might be too proud to notice, but I am not. You have a secret power. A human who can heal herself in seconds? That is a very valuable tool." "Take your hands off me, Jaxon," Seraphina hissed as he reached out and touched a lock of her hair, twirling it around his finger. She raised the silver brush, pointing the heavy handle at his face. "I will strike you."

"Why would I trust a single word from the woman who handed my husband his microphone yesterday?" "You wouldn't." Seraphina smiled. "Which is why I'm not going to ask you to. I'm going to prove it." She studied me a moment longer — the way a card player studies a final hand — and whatever she saw seemed to settle something in her. "I went into this looking for the thread that unravels you," she said. "That's how I was raised. You find the loose end of a person, and you hold it, and they belong to you. I'm very good at it. I found yours in an afternoon." Her smile faded entirely. "And then I pulled it, expecting to watch you come apart — and instead I came apart. Because the thread wasn't your

Seraphina pov I couldn’t breathe, my chest was tightening and yet I could still hear their mocking voices. My back pressed against the cold wall as their voices drifted through the half-open door, each word slicing deeper than the last. The ultrasound report lay at my feet, but I couldn’t bring myself to pick it up. Not when my entire marriage was being torn apart in real time. Selena’s mocking laugh cut through the air. “Poor Seraphina. Always fluttering around you like a desperate little moth. Did you see the way she lights up whenever you give her the tiniest bit of attention? It’s actually pathetic.”

I hung up without answering. I walked to the dresser and pulled out a burner phone. I scrolled through the photos Marcus had sent earlier—surveillance shots of Adrian Vale and a woman , probably his mistress. The man was a pig, a narcissistic middle-manager playing at being a king. But Seraphina? She was the surprise. She had walked into this room trembling, yet she had left with her head held high, thinking she had finally taken control of her life. She thought this was a one-time rebellion. A single night of fire to keep her warm in that ice palace of a marriage.