John X Seraphina Novels & Stories

I looked out toward the dark line of the trees where the mist was thickest, where the enemy waited and watched and planned. “It is strong,” I said. “It is old. It is terrible. But it has never met us. It has never met two people who already lost everything and found it again. It has never met a love that survived rejection and war and death itself.” Seraphina lifted her head and looked at me, her eyes glowing with that soft silver light that was part of her very soul. “No,” she said. “It never has. And it never will be ready for what we are.”

I whispered, crouching on the floor and peering into the corners of the molding. "Hey, what’s happening?" Seraphina asked as she turned the corner of the island, keeping a close eye on me. Since Hugo had stumbled upon her, we’d only crossed paths a few times. She was part of Cassius’s pack, and Hugo met her at one of their gatherings. Seraphina grew up in a rough situation, her dad a total mess who relied on Cassius’s pack for support. Cassius knew it would cause even more pain to Seraphina if he cut ties, so he didn’t push it. It had been a while since she’d seen her father, and it was her choice not to. Thankfully, my brother was there for her now.

******** That afternoon, I'm helping Knox in the garage when Seraphina appears again. "Sorry to interrupt." She smiles at Knox. "But Jolie, could I talk to you for a moment? Privately?" Knox looks at me, clearly reluctant to leave us alone. I nod that it's okay. Once he's gone, Seraphina's expression shifts, she is less sympathetic, more calculating. "I want to be honest with you." She crosses her arms. "Woman to woman." "About what?" I stay by the workbench, keeping distance between us.

“Jeremy.’ the girl who almost looked like me ran across the sand in her dirtied gown. Jeremy looked at the girl with a smile. “Seraphina. What are you doing here? I thought you were playing in the garden.’ “Yes, I was.’ The girl named Seraphina replied in a sweet tone and stretched her hands with a bouquet. “Look what I got for Seraphim.’ “Wow. It looks nice.’ Jeremy uttered and wiped off dirt from his shoes. “You think so?’ she beamed with excitement. “Yes, I do.’ Jeremy agreed with a giggle. Seraphina nodded. “Where is Seraphim?’ “He is on the balcony at the palace.’ Jeremy replied. “Ok.’ She ran towards the staircase in the palace. “Be careful and don’t fall down.’ Jeremy yelled after her

From holding the monster back, but standing in the ancient ruins, with Sarah trembling beside him and the priest's palm glowing against her chest, he realized control was an illusion. Sarah's breath hitched as the priest whispered a name she had buried deep: “Seraphina.” “She was the first to break the vow,” the priest said, his voice as brittle as bone. “And you, Sarah, carry her defiance in your blood.” John’s fingers tightened around hers as the vision crashed into both of them. white flames, chanting in a language older than time, a temple splitting in two beneath a crimson moon. Sarah’s knees buckled. John caught her before she hit the stone.

“Sister, we meet again” Before I could even understand what was going on, Rowan walked past me, standing next to Seraphina as he slid a hand over her waist. “This is my wife that you two couldn’t wait to meet, Seraphina Whitmore” “She is the CEO of Wellspring Pharma and now if anyone dares to come after her, they will suffer my wrath irrespective of whether they are a friend, a foe, or even my family.”

"You’re getting wet. You should go home. Or did you lose that in the margin calls this afternoon, too?" "We need to talk," I hissed, leaning over the rope. "The donor report. The Vance Group. Why didn't you tell me? Why did you play the role of a pathetic orphan for three years?" Seraphina leaned in closer, the scent of jasmine and something dangerously sharp hitting my senses. "I didn't play a role, Xander. I lived a life. I wanted to see if the man I saved was worth the sacrifice. I wanted to know if you loved me, or if you just loved having someone to look down on."

"Now, shall we go find my future husband?" We found Jaxon in the campus coffee shop, sitting alone at a corner table. He looked up when we approached, and I had to admit he was even more handsome than his photos. Tall, muscular, with those striking green eyes. Yes, he would do very nicely. "Jaxon," his father said. "I'd like you to meet Princess Seraphina Blackwood." Jaxon stood slowly, his expression guarded. "Princess." "Please, call me Sera," I said, extending my hand. When he took it, I let the contact linger longer than necessary. "I've heard so much about you."

Jonathan was focused on the phone. The voice in the recording wasn't Marcus but Seraphina. "Oh," said Seraphina's voice. "And I walked away," Jonathan continued in the audio. "I didn't want to push anything. But she kissed me back, Seraphina." "I'm glad to hear that," she said, sounding sincere. "You're glad," Jonathan echoed. "Yes," she confirmed. "I know that must be strange to hear from me. But yes." "Why?" he asked. "Because she deserves it," Seraphina explained. "And because you deserve it too and also because I've spent years getting in the way of you guys." A pause.

“I saw a woman slapped and humiliated.” “No,” I corrected. “You saw a woman who realized she is losing.” Giovanni leaned forward, chains clanking. “And that helps us how?” I shifted against the wall, ignoring the pain that flared through my side. Pain was temporary. Insight was forever. “Seraphina is not weak,” I said. “She is desperate. And desperate people are dangerous.” “She is still Luna,” Giovanni snapped. “She reminded us of that quite clearly.” “And that,” I said softly, “is exactly why she will destroy herself.”