Sera From Hazbin Hotel Novels & Stories

She huffs and rolls her eyes at me, wow she has balls. “Ok, Serana, I will play along. Who and what are you if you are not Starci and a Lycan? Prove me wrong.” I say when she smirks. “Wrong again, I’m not Serena. I’m Bedelia.” Who? What the fuck is going on? “Let. Me. Go.” she grits out and I squeeze her throat with a growl before I rip her from the wall and throw her across the room. She hits the wall and slides down it. She coughs and splutters as she gets up with a groan.

her gaze shifted briefly to my chest, “was likely trying to settle itself inside you.” “Settle itself,” I repeated slowly. “Like it just moved in and decided to stay.” “That is one way to put it,” she said calmly. I hesitated for a moment before asking the question that had been lingering in my mind. “So… what is it?” Sera’s expression didn’t change, but there was a pause before she answered. “We don’t know.” “You’re joking.” “I’m not,” she said simply. “Asher and I went through every record we have. There is nothing that describes something like this. No artifact, no conduit, no relic that embeds itself into a person’s heart.”

Seris ordered as everyone obeyed. Seris cut her hand in a swift motion as she used her blood to draw a circle on his wounded chest. “Sequoia, bind him” Seris said as Sequoia chanted a spell. Seris began chanting the spell as the blood in his wound grew crimson red, the temperature in the room immediately grew hot. Devean screamed so much that the fragile items around broke. Sequoia was trying to hold on because she didn't want to let Seris down.

It was changing quickly. ***** Back inside Zelios, Sera finally returned to her room. She couldn't sleep. Again. Instead, she sat at her desk and opened the small notebook she carried on every mission. The pages were filled with observations, patrol routes and sketches of creatures Helios had encountered over the years. Tonight, she added a new heading. Questions- She stared at the page before writing. Why didn't Husen kill me? She paused. Then another. Why were those creatures hunting him?

"We?" The screen blinked again. This time, a video. A hooded figure, face obscured. But the voice... Familiar. And female. > "Bella Bluefield. You've come far. But the war isn't over. Echo Prime wasn't designed to destroy-it was designed to survive. And now that it has, it seeks a host." Xavier stepped forward. "And who are you?" > "I was one of the first. A prototype. Before Celeste. Before Halcyon. They called me Ghost Alpha. But you can call me... Sera."

Sera Park came to the door. She was in her thirties, dark-haired, with the kind of face that was clearly usually composed. It wasn't composed now. Her eyes were swollen. She'd been crying recently or was about to. She looked at Jasmina and then at Kira in the carry wrap and something moved across her face that Jasmina couldn't fully read. "Alpha Supreme," she said. "Sera. Can we come in?" ---

James in his high chair beside her, fourteen months old, entirely occupied with whether the piece of fruit on his tray was going to cooperate with his current approach. “Helena,” Sera said. Helena looked up. “Something important is happening and I need to go be the person who goes toward it,” Sera said. Helena held her gaze with the direct clear consideration she brought to significant statements. “Is it a case,” she said. “Yes,” Sera said. “A big one.” “Good,” Helena said. She went back to breakfast. Sera picked up her bag and went out. Nwosu called at nine twenty-two.

I was still trying to process what I had just happened when I heard a strangled cry. I turned sharply. Ethan’s witch was still alive and she was writhing on the floor. Her once-confident expression was now twisted with pain. Sera stood a few feet away as she looked at her with triumph. I didn’t know if she and Sera had met before because the beef looked too real for two people who had just met. “She’s trying to cast a hex,” Sera muttered through gritted teeth. “I need to stop her before she subjects one of us to a painful death.”

But when he removed the cowl, Serena gasped. His eyes glowed violet. “You,” she rasped. The man smiled. “You know me?” “Only in nightmares.” “Ah. Then the stories were true.” He stepped closer. His aura crackled with restrained power. “My name is Zevrin. High Seer of the Crimson Circle. And you, Serena of the Lost Bloodline, are very special to us.” She glared. “You poisoned me.” “Only enough to keep your wolf quiet. For now.”

I couldn’t break free, couldn’t reach Athena through the wolfsbane’s burn, couldn’t even close my bond with Lukas because I’d already slammed it shut to protect him. Sera approached again, syringe held carefully between her fingers. “I’m going to enjoy watching you kill him,” she whispered, her voice almost tender with malice. “Watching you tear out his throat while he looks at you with those beautiful eyes, begging you to stop, to remember who you are.” She smiled, the expression all teeth. “And then, when it’s done, watching you realise what you’ve done. That should be... exquisite.”