Sera From Hazbin Hotel Novels & Stories

“Is that how you justify all this to yourself? You play make-believe and pretend we’re all a happy family? Pretend that Valefar is one of us, when he’s not and never will be? He’s a demon, a monster, a nightmare. I can call him all sorts of names but never, ever, will Valefar be an Alpha.” The disrespect made me lose it. I ran forward, sank my nails into Sera’s shoulder and span her to face me. I rammed her against the wall and pinned her there with my arm across her neck. She stared at me with those huge, fucking golden eyes and she didn’t even look angry with me. Just disappointed.

Now, seeing the fear in both Aran and Silas’ eyes as they flew through the air, their focus fixed on something behind him, Ronan’s stomach twisted with unease. With a surge of his own power, Ronan broke through Asher’s interference, and the first sound he heard was a piercing, defining scream from Ryker. Slowly, he turned, looking over his shoulder as he heard Seraphina’s voice, clear and determined: “I, Blood Petal, the daughter of heaven…to destroy this evil forever—” Ronan’s violet eyes snapped to Seraphina, his heart skipping a beat as he saw her being consumed by Ryker’s darkness.

Damon sighed, his tone laced with helplessness: "Serena just cares too much about me. Don't hold it against her." That line again. In my past life, every single time, it was that same line. I smiled, picked up the Hex Rune, and slowly pressed it onto Serena's forehead in front of everyone. "Then let me help you with that." "I think the one who needs cleansing is you." Dead silence. Serena stood frozen, tear tracks still wet on her face, the rune wobbling on her forehead. Damon's expression darkened: "What are you doing?"

In her past life, Seraphina (Sera) starling was used as human meat-shield fodder during the zombie/mutant apocalypse by her greedy ex-fiancé and her manipulative stepsister. After dying a brutal death, she opens her eyes—waking up 30 days before the apocalypse on the exact day she was supposed to sign over her inherited billionaire estate to her ex. This time, she awakens an ancient Spatial Dimensional Ring with an Infinite Storage & Duplication System. Armed with 30 days, billions in liquid cash, and zero mercy, Sera liquidates her enemies' assets, hoards millions of tons of food, weapons, and medical supplies, and builds an impenetrable fortress base. When the world ends and her betrayers

#Livia’s POV “Forgive the intrusion, Lord Hartwell,” a soft, sweet voice called out. A young woman stepped into the room carrying a small wooden tray with a glass of lukewarm water and a folded linen cloth. She wore the clean white and blue robes of a junior healer. Her light honey brown hair was pulled back neatly, framing a youthful, strikingly kind face with bright, compassionate green eyes. Serena. My breath caught in my throat. I braced myself for the sudden surge of hatred I expected to feel – the fury toward the woman whose testimony had sealed my death sentence, the healer who had claimed my herbs were used to poison Alpha Magnus.

But nobody wants to leave. "She's malnourished," Dr. Sera says. "Dehydrated. Exhausted. But alive." "How long have you been running?" I ask. Sera's eyes find mine. "Two years. Since my markers activated." "How did it happen?" "I don't know." She accepts the water Diane hands her and drinks half the glass in one gulp. "I was twenty three. Working as a teacher in Oregon. One day I woke up and my hands were glowing. I thought I was dying. Went to the hospital and they ran tests and everything came back wrong. My blood chemistry was shifting. My vitals were irregular. And then men in black suits showed up asking questions about my mother."

I’d gotten used to being invisible long before Serena came to live with us when we were ten. Serena was half succubus and half siren. She had amazing blue eyes that sparkled with purple streaks bursting from her pupil and, tonight, was wearing her glossy, dark chocolate brown hair in a braid down her back. It was easy to see she wasn’t exactly into the idea of going to this bar.

Hybrids weren’t really unusual, but werewolves and vampires weren’t in a good relationship for so long. He didn’t ask where I came from, but commented on how my eyes were too old for someone so young. I told him it was what happened when someone had seen too many things she shouldn’t have. Lucian just laughed and offered me the job, anyway. That’s how Sera was born. Not Seraphina with veiled, cursed eyes, as they call. Just Sera, a bartender. “Two duskfire martini,” my co-worker called out, snapping me back into reality.

She had to admit that she was crushed when she learned that Jay stole her personal stamps. She was bitterly disappointed in him. Sera laughed wildly when she saw how furious she looked. "Oh Angeline, even your beloved man isn’t taking your side now. I’d like to see how you can keep being so arrogant." Having said that, Sera turned around and left. Grayson watched with a solemn look on his face as Sera walked off. Feeling uneasy, he said, "Ms. Severe, Sera has a unique identity because she’s the daughter of Madam Ares and Steven Bell. She has frequented both Ares and Bell families in the past few days. If she manages to persuade both Ares and Bell families to cooperate, then we will be at a g

**Haru:** “Missed you too, sis.” Seras pulls back—hands on his shoulders—then her eyes flick past him. To Mia—standing a step behind, still in Haru’s hoodie, silver hair wild, amber eyes huge and stunned. Seras’s smile softens—knowing, warm. **Seras:** “And you must be Mia.” Mia freezes—mouth open, breath caught. She’s staring at living history. Seras Nakamura—Sunrise Cheer Vice Captain, Void Swarm killer, one of the four who ended the war.