Sera Hazbin Novels & Stories

As the iron gates of the mental institute swing open, my wife, Serena Seacrest, walks in with her childhood sweetheart, Adrian Cross, beside her. She looks at me with utter disgust. I am strapped tightly to the bed, unable to move. She sneers, "Damian, you've been subjected to electroshock treatments for an entire month. Is your mania any better? You pushed Adrian down the stairs and nearly broke his leg, so I sent you here to teach you how to be a normal person." Serena tosses a worn-out pink comfort bunny onto the floor and speaks as though she is granting me a favor. "Get down on your knees and apologize to Adrian. If you do, I'll be kind enough to let you see Lila next month." I sta

, I respond. His face breaks into a smile. "You're okay. You're okay." "Where are the others?" "Safe," he says. "Helena got them out. Cutter is with Mira. Sera is—" "Sera?" He hesitates. "She's gone," he says. "She sacrificed herself to get us out. She said it was her time." I feel the grief hit me like a wave. "Sera—" "She wanted you to know," he says. "She said you were the one. The one who could break the cycle. The one who could save everyone."

Sera pushed the door open before I could answer. "I wanted to show you the flowers because I thought.." The words died in her mouth. She froze. The smile disappeared from her face as her eyes moved from me... ...to Logan hanging against the wall. The flowers slipped from her hands and scattered across the floor. She had seen the blood stains on my claws, and that widened her eyes more. My eyes which had turned completely golden. Immediately began changing back to its normal color. For a long second, none of us moved. Sera kept staring at me in shock. And for the first time since she met me...

He had the eyes of an apex predator. “I-I’m Serena Lancaster,” I stammered. “I’m the successor of Lancaster Company. I didn’t mean to intrude. Please help me find my way back. I promise you'll be duly compensated for my safe return.” He looked at me with strange, unreadable eyes. I felt like melting under his gaze. For a moment, I thought he might help me, but then he pulled out a pair of handcuffs from his side holster and walked towards me.

He crashed onto the floor with a sharp gasp, his body twitching from the pain. I turned back to Zayn, ignoring the broken mess on the ground. “What do they want?” Zayn exhaled. “Retribution.” “They can try,” I muttered, running a hand through my hair. “There’s more,” Zayn said, his tone darkening. I glanced at him sharply. “What?” Zayn hesitated. “Serena.” My chest tightened. My patience snapped. “What about her?” Zayn’s eyes met mine, and for the first time tonight, I felt something dangerously close to dread creep into my bones.

Michael What is with this new guy? Does he know Serah from long time? Since they are from the same university I’m sure they might have met each other may be they know each other through class and nothing else? I trust Serah completely but this guy. Woah!!! Hang on a second trust Serah? seriously now after all this trust from where did that come now. What is with this girl. What is she watching out of the window let me also check, I went next to her and looked down and straight and I could not find anything interesting apart from the buildings and the sky.

A grin curved onto my lips on the realization that I'm about to be the strongest being on Dexo Fernia – and soon be crowned as their queen. Holding my double-bladed swallow on my left hand, I walked through the only barrier keeping me locked outside the coliseum. Emotionless I waited for it to be removed out of my sight and the cheers grew louder every second. And as the wood barrier was slowly removed, those cheers just grew even louder. "VERONICA! GO VERONICA! GO VERONICA!!" I held my head high when I was called. "Let's give it up... to the Herald of Dexo Fernia, the shadow assassin! The daughter of Hikaris himself… VERONICA!"

Dylan spoke up while Jeremy threw daggers with his eyes. Wait! Was I going to be engaged to the group clown? Who the fuck takes the fiancée of a clown seriously??? “SERENA???!” I heard someone yell my name, snapping me back to the present.

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.

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?