Sera Hazbin Hotel Novels & Stories

I am Seranda Mathews the unwanted born of a lineage of slaves and sacrifice. Cursed with the spirit of Zeranda, keeper of the soul of death. A plague waiting to be eradicated. A celebration at my death, festivity at the sight of my blood. I look up and wipe away my tears, I stare from the open bars of my dungeon where sunlight penetrates to lighten up the cramped space I have called home for the last 18 years. Today is that day, the long-awaited day of my death.

CHAPTER 6 SERA’S POV “Sera, Mia has been kidnapped.” For a second, I forgot how to breathe. The phone nearly slipped from my hand, but I caught it before it hit the floor, my fingers trembling so badly that I could barely hold it against my ear. “What did you say?” “Sera, I’m so sorry, I—” “What did you say?” I screamed, my voice breaking as I pushed myself away from Damon’s desk. “Where is my daughter?”

Because setups didn’t shake like that. They didn’t look at you like they were terrified of you… and still step closer. “She’s hiding something,” I continued. “Find out what.” “Consider it done.” The line went dead. I dropped the phone onto the desk and leaned back in my chair, eyes still locked on the screen. On her. My thumb tapped slowly against the armrest, a steady rhythm building with the thoughts running through my head. Who are you, Sera? And more importantly… Why do I care?

Sera's hologram blinked erratically, flickering between expressions-fear, confusion, blankness. "System breach," she said in a static-laced voice. "Lucien's protocol is corrupting core memory sectors." Bella grabbed Xavier's arm. "What does that mean?" Elodie typed furiously. "He didn't just leave a message-he left a virus. It's designed to tear Sera apart from the inside." Mirabel leaned over her screen. "She's locked in. We can't pull her out unless we isolate the neural core." Sera's face reappeared, fragmented. "Help... me..."

“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.

Now, I will be free to find Sera. Sera’s P.O.V I sat naked out of tears, out of grief yet thankful for my head to finally be silent. I knew Star had returned but she refused to speak to me, I had no idea why. The voices came and went, sometimes they were loud and demanding, and sometimes they were soft and calming. I felt confused most of the time out here, confused as to who I was, who I was supposed to be. My heart was heavy, I missed Damon terribly but how could I face him? I murdered people. My stomach had grown too, our baby thankfully seemed to be healthy and happy. Damon, I hadn’t had the chance to tell him. My heart sunk again with guilt. I wasn’t even sure he could stomach my presen

as screams filled the air "You-you, what are you?" Talia inquired, her voice shaking. "Talia, I'm your worst nightmare, and it's your time to die." Serna said an old incantation, and red flames engulfed Talia, burning her until the flames consumed her. Serena said another incantation, transporting them to an abandoned cabin in the woods, where she used to go whenever she needed to escape the alpha. Serena passed out when they arrived.

But I was also feeling more and more angered because I knew that Cora would be there too, and I had so many things I wanted to say to that bitch. When I finally reached the mansion that served as Knox's pack house, the guards at the gate immediately moved to block my path. "You can't come in here." one of them said firmly. "This is private property." "Do you know who I am?" I asked them with raised eyebrows. "I'm Sera, and I'm here to see Knox. So you need to let me through right now." The guards looked at each other and then one of them actually laughed. "It's pretty obvious that you can't even remember your own name half the time, so why would we let you inside? You're that girl with the m

*** Question of the day: If you were Sera, would you feel safe in Damon’s arms, or afraid of how far he might go for you? 070525, Anne Joyce

Damien Voss, the man who had been in a coma for seven months, the man every doctor in the city had quietly given up on, was sitting up in his bed staring at me like I was the most suspicious thing he had seen in his entire life. Which was saying something because this was a man who ran a billion dollar company and had probably seen genuinely suspicious things on a regular basis. "I," I started. He waited. He was very good at waiting. Even freshly awake from a seven month coma with a voice like gravel and eyes that could cut glass, he had that particular stillness that very powerful people have. The kind that says I have all the time in the world and you do not. "I am Sera," I said. "Sera Qui