Sera From Hazbin Hotel Novels & Stories

Sera look at him before a soft smile shown on her angelic face. "Don't worry I can take care of myself I just want to see Zera, where is she?" She asked looking around. Gavin hesitantly pointed out where Zera was so the girl walked towards it. Zera looked up when she noticed a person in front of her, an angelic face smiling at her now.. "Are you doing something?" She asked. Mina was surprised at how gentle her voice was. "It's not much, do you need anything?" She asked. Gavin frowned when he saw that Zera didn't respect the princess. She look like she didn't even give a damn even she know taht Sera was the princess of their own world.

A sleek woman in black combat armor stepped through the smoke, pistol raised. “About time you triggered the emergency beacon,” she called out. Adrian blinked. “Who ?” “Her name’s Lira,” Sera said. “My mother’s most trusted assassin. She’s not here for tea.” Lira raised a detonator. “Move, lovebirds. You’ve got sixty seconds to decide if you want to die looking pretty or live ugly.” Sera yanked Adrian toward the side entrance. But as they ran Mira’s voice followed them. “This isn’t over, Sera!”

"Sera! Stop this instantly." * * *

Black River territory lay beyond those ridges, but here they were just two women bound by children who loved each other. "Talia." Sera turned, and even after all these years, Talia felt the instinctive assessment of warriors recognizing a warrior. Sera carried herself like a blade—elegant, controlled, lethal. Her blonde hair was pulled back in a severe braid, her eyes holding the weariness of ruling beside a mate who'd once destroyed someone else. "Sera." Talia crossed the clearing. Inside her mind, Kaela stirred with sudden interest. I know her wolf, Kaela said, her ancient voice threaded with confusion and grief. Zahara. I know Zahara.

Then, a speaker hidden in the ceiling turned on. A woman started to sing a soft, sweet lullaby. Sera stopped moving. Her hand shook in mine. "That’s her," she whispered. "That’s my mother’s voice." "It is a recording, Sera," I said. I pulled her forward. "Silas is trying to get into your head. Do not let him." "Sera... my sweet girl..." The voice changed. It wasn't singing anymore. It sounded like she was talking to a baby. It sounded so real that Sera turned toward a mirror on her right.

I was paralyzed, trapped in my own body as my soul crumbled to dust. Elena noticed me first. Her eyes—those dark, ancient eyes—flickered to the doorway. She studied me for a moment, her expression unreadable. Then she turned to Damon with a look of innocent confusion. "Who is that?" she asked softly. Damon followed her gaze. When he saw me, something flickered across his face. Guilt? Annoyance? I couldn't tell anymore. "That's Sera," he said. Elena tilted her head, her smile never wavering. "Sera? Who is Sera?"

I say as I rush to the canteen. I have no choice but to be strong for her. She needs me so much right now and I am never going to leave her again. This time round, I am going to be here for her. "Drink some." I say to her as I open the bottle top for her. "Thank you my love, I wonder who did this to my son. Who could have done this?" Serah asks. "I can think of only one person my love. I am sure he is the same man who hurt Gael before. And now he is doing it again." I say.

“Touch her… and you die.” Zayn’s eyes narrowed. “If it saves the realm, I’ll cut her down.” The tension snapped, both men’s power flaring, flames clashing, the abyss trembling under the collision. And in the center of it, Sera broke. Her scream wasn’t human anymore. Her back arched, her arms outstretched as if crucified by invisible chains. Her body hovered off the ground, the crown embedding itself deeper into her skull, blood running like molten fire down her temples.

I was no longer the silly and weak girl of before. Sera stood firm, looking down on them for a while, fighting against the dense energy of those who threatened to consume it. However, there was something more there, besides hatred and a heavy energy. Something that appears and left it trapped there. Sera felt her body give way, and was forced to kneel on the ground. An entity with brown hair and red eyes as a demon forced her to do so. She did not look like a wolf but a monster that consumed everything around with its energy.

The following morning, Sera didn’t wait for Lucien. She was already gone. Left no note. Just a single command line left open on the console: > > RUN SERA_PROTOCOL_01 Lucien stood in front of it, jaw locked, blood roaring in his ears. She hadn’t just activated a trigger. She’d written her own. Elsewhere 6:17 A.M. Sera moved through the old infrastructure tunnels beneath Midtown like she belonged there. She kind of did.