Sera Hazbin Novels & Stories

CHAPTER 18: Hazel's room was plagued by screams and yells as Serena had tortured her for hours on end. She was tired, wounded and worst of all, almost felt hopeless. The room was quiet as a graveyard now. The repetitive sound of water dropping in a shallow puddle on the concrete floor briefly dispelled the silence, but brought about a rather hypnotic aura…… Hazel's POV~ My body was weak. Every part of me groaned in pain. Serena was a witch! A demon! A devil! If I was going to survive, I needed to get the hell out of here. The bitch was out to kill me.

Season 2 Chapter 1: Rebirth **Sera** They think I’m dead. And maybe in a way, I am. The woman they knew—Sera Carter—is gone. Buried in the shadows of a prison cell. Mourned by no one. Remembered only as the villain they painted me to be. But I didn’t die. I evolved. It started with the plan. A staged fire. A shiv to the ribs—carefully orchestrated, non-lethal, timed with the prison blackout. Smoke everywhere. Screams. Guards pulling me away. And then silence.

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.

Present Day: Verance City Sera poured whiskey with steady hands. Four fingers, no ice, a flick of the wrist that sent the amber liquid spinning before it settled, she'd perfected this. She slid the glass across the sticky bartop, and the grumpy regular, a werewolf from the Southside crew, grunted his thanks. "You're a gem, Ser." He said. "Sera," she corrected smiling. "Not Ser. Not Serena. Sera." "Whatever." He knocked back the whiskey in one gulp. "Same time tomorrow?"

"No. Not even Sofia, not the years she has spent rebuilding a life. She's back to being Sera, the assassin. But with gaps. Her subconscious might still be holding pieces hostage." "And the hypnosis?" "Unclear. But if the trigger still exists, it's dormant. For now." Meaning... she might still think she has to kill me. I swallowed hard. “This might be temporary. Or it might not be." My chest ached. "Yeah. You pointed that out already." …. LATER, I watched Sera as she hugged Rue like she'd done it a hundred times before. And then she looked up, e gaze resting on Arabella's smug face as she stopped at the bottom of the stairs.

Hazel's gaze darted nervously between the three of them, her eyes betraying her uncertainty. None of them seemed ready to answer the question that hung heavy in the air. "Did I... Did I kill someone?" Hazel's voice quivered with disbelief. "No, that can't be right. Then why did Serene's curse lift?" She struggled to comprehend the unfolding scene, a sinking feeling settling in her stomach. Something told her another shock was imminent. "You killed Silas," Ruben's voice was barely above a whisper.

Gabe didn't like that Pops used compulsion on a human, but I thought it was amazing. Have I mentioned I really like Pops? He's incredible in more ways than one. "Over here," Pops called. Gabe and I ran back. Sera was huddled against a trash bin, her back against the wall. She was dirty, and her red hair was matted. "Don't be afraid," I said, standing in front of Pops and Gabe. Men weren't what she needed to see at the moment. "Leave me alone!" Sera put out her hand, and Gabe went sailing back into the chain-link fence.

“I was the one who made that sound. Please accept my apologies. Suppose something goes wrong with what you are attempting to achieve, Sera. What would you do then? There is a reason why a great number of priestesses and priests have laid down their lives in order to seal this beast, and what if Zera decides to turn against you? What will you do then?” Sera’s eyes narrowed as she laughed at Terry’s question, “Oh Terry, you underestimate the power of control. Once Zera has been revived, he would be bound to me, listen to me and do whatever I desire. Those priestess and priestess lacked the true understanding of power and that was the reason they made those mistakes. I will not repeat their mis

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.

A second later, the lights flickered back on. Both of them blinked against the sudden brightness while rain continued crashing loudly outside the apartment windows. Damian let out a breath. “Okay. Storm. Cool. I was mentally preparing for a serial killer standing behind the shower curtain.” Quinn laughed softly, her forehead resting briefly against his shoulder. “You watch too many horror movies.” “I profile murderers for fun, Quinn. My brain isn’t healthy.” The warmth between them returned almost instantly after that. Easier now somehow. Familiar.