John X Seraphina Novels & Stories

“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.

Dean Carter’s strings might have been invisible now, but Bella could feel them tightening again one by one. And this time, the puppeteer wasn’t behind bars. Across town, Seraphina sat in a candlelit apartment, the phone pressed to her ear. “It’s done,” she said. “She has the journal.” A man’s voice answered, low and deliberate. “Good. Now we watch.”

He yells, as the resounding footsteps of the guards become louder. “Open the gate for the prompt announcement.” I wanted to believe it, not what I was thinking, I gripped the hem of his royal coat. “Ca…deb ... .ca..den what's happeni….” Before I could finish my words I felt him pull my hair to the back as Caden, the one I had fallen in love with, pulled my hair and dragged me to the announcement Chamber. I ignored everything else and began to struggle for my own life "Seraphina Riven is no longer Luna of Ironmoor. She is no longer welcome within these walls.”

After all, she could feel it. I added, smiling from ear to ear, “I can't wait to finish up and meet Séraphine”. Nathalia giggled. ‘That is right. I noticed you seem more alive whenever you are with Séraphine. It's clear she is our lucky happiness charm’. She said to me, and I could not agree less. ‘Though Séraphine feels really different. I feel she has gotten more mature’. Natalia added, making me place my index fingers on my chin as I thought about it.

His velvet-dark smirk went plastered on his lips as he sat on a chair like he was tired of standing with a clown-ass like her. He did a really dragged out man-spread, and his left hand rested on his crotch, then his mocking eyes came up to meet her again. "I said," Seraphina's lips tightened. "I am not a Dog! The name is Seraphina which I don't appreciate you calling either cos it doesn't belong to a rotten mouth like yours!" "Heard you've been in love with my twin for what? Five years?" He rested his elbows on his knees, leaning forward, his muscles straining against his shirt on the shoulders.

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.

Knox's hand brushing against her waist as he leaned in was all too much. Turning fast and with a hardened expression, Seraphina looked for an ally's solace. Her gaze roamed the room until they found one guy she trusted, Jaxon Thornfield, a man with ties and loyalties extending well beyond what most people knew. She had no time to lose. Seraphina's voice fell to a whisper as she walked towards him, her heels tapping hard on the marble. This has to be fixed right away. We have to correct this. At this time.

“You can’t keep running from this. You’re drowning, Selena… it may not be so obvious at the moment, but surely, you’re sinking bit-by-bit.” Selena’s sharp inhale echoes in the room, but before she can respond, there is a creak by the door of the inn. Both young ladies turn, and the world seems to hold its breath—a ripple in the atmosphere that precedes something momentous. The door swings open. Seraphina steps into the inn with an air that is both eclectic and regal. Her presence is effulgent, radiating a raw, dangerous power that none of her family members—neither Valentine nor Chloe, not even Dr. Percy—could ever hope to match. Seraphina embodies something far more ancient, more primal. Sh

"Why... how are you here?!" "Why? Are you surprised to see me?" Seraphina stepped forward, staring directly into Juna’s eyes without the slightest trace of fear. "Of course I came looking for you. It's me, Seraphina. The poor college girl you defiled and whose future you destroyed in that nightclub room!"

"Who... who are you?" A slow, predatory smile touched her lips. "My name is Seraphina. And I have been watching the Blue Moon Pack for a very long time." Her gaze drifted to the path where Xian'na and her brothers had vanished. "That Holy Blood should have been yours, Jerick. But you, in your... misjudgment... allowed it to slip away." She stepped closer, her scent intoxicating and dangerous. Her fingers traced the line of my jaw, and despite everything, a spark of my old Alpha arrogance, desperate for validation, began to ignite.