John X Seraphina Novels & Stories

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 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.

“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.”

The woman in front of him was doing neither. The phone in Eleanor's hand lit up. A new call. "It's Victor Voss," Eleanor said, and held the screen toward Sebastian. He answered. Victor's face filled the screen, carefully arranged into grief. "Sebastian, Richard, we are so deeply sorry," Victor said, voice trembling on cue. "We had no idea Seraphina was capable of this. She's always struggled with jealousy toward Clara. We tried to manage it privately. We never thought she'd go this far."

Isolde’s voice trembled with suppressed fury as she whirled toward the guards at the door. The captain of the security team turned pale and stammered, “No… no one… we’ve been guarding outside the whole time. We only saw Mr. Thayer Ashford enter…” “She was here when I went in!” I said, my voice shaking, my chest tightening. “She was behaving—said she’d wait here until I finished…” Seraphina had grown up in my care. To me, she was like my own daughter. Thayer was despicable, but Seraphina was innocent.

"Clara, that's blasphemy!" "It's only a story," Clara defended, grinning. "Besides, didn't you feel it? The way the air changed when he entered? Like even God was listening." "You're impossible," Agnes muttered, though her lips twitched as if hiding a smile. Laughter bubbled up again, bright and dangerous, like children caught playing at the edge of a cliff. From her cot, Seraphine lay utterly still. Her rosary twisted tight in her hand, beads digging into her palm. She kept her gaze on the ceiling, refusing to be drawn in. But their voices crawled through her ears, tugging at the corners of her restraint.

“No, Mathias, you need to listen to me. When I met Nevaeh, I was scared. I was scared of what I felt for her and what might happen to her if she entered my world. Since we’ve gotten here, you’ve experienced a variety of things that have shaken your world. But I have to tell you, you’re being an idiot.” My head snaps forward at his comment. Not a lot of people dare speak to me in such a tone. I’m Mathias Black, head of the Council. A centuries-old Seraphim who has killed legions. Giving Mikhail my most withering scowl, I manage to grit out, “I think you need to walk away, Mikhail.”

“Seraphina, if this came to you in a vision, and if your blood is the key…Do you know what this means?” Seraphina avoided her gaze and continued to look for a dagger though, her cheeks had flushed a bright red. “What does it mean?” Achilles asked them. Seraphina avoided his gaze and continued to busy herself. Helga sent a worried glance towards Seraphina. “What does it mean?” Achilles asked again though, his voice more firm this time. “It means that Seraphina is the same as King Xaveris, a Demi-God of sorts.” Achilles eyes widened at Helga.

Now I've put everyone in danger while I'm tied here to a chair with a power suppressor on my neck like a snake being entangled on a pole of its own poison. Despite everything that unfolded before me like a costly hurricane, destroying my entire plan and breaking my resolve; I didn't say a word to them. I became a stone because that is who I am, a lifeless soul waiting for a miracle or a storm to take place and destroy everything. I got to realize so many things these few days. Seraphina was working for Felix's mother, she had to do this to stay alive and to make sure that Felix returns back to the Pack to claim his throne.