Sera Hazbin Mga Nobela at Kwento

"Sera's in danger.".Rowan's words hung in the air between us. I stared at the message he'd handed me, Sera's shaky handwriting barely legible. *They know I saw. Someone's been following me. Please help. I can't hold out much longer. - S* My hands clenched around the paper. Sera Quinn, the gentle healer's apprentice who'd witnessed Seraphine's murder. The one person who could identify the traitor in Shadowcrest's council. And now someone was hunting her.

“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.

Quiet. Sera stood at the window alone, staring into the stars. Adrian joined her a few moments later, arms sliding around her waist. “You still hearing her?” he asked softly. Sera nodded. “Sometimes. Not words. Just... something beneath my skin.” “Mira?” She hesitated. Then whispered: “No.” Adrian tensed. Sera turned to him. “It’s not her voice. It’s mine.” Below deck… Zero’s body rested inside a containment cradle, sealed under Elias’s personal encryption.

FLASHBACK The hallway was suspiciously dark. Teenage Renzo crept down it like a man who’d survived too many betrayals. He rounded the corner— BOOM. White powder. Sirens. Glitter. A screaming rubber chicken. “SANTISSIMA MADONNA—!” Luca burst out of a closet with a ladle. “I TOLD YOU THEY WERE PLANNING SOMETHING!” “MY EYES!” Renzo screamed, flailing like a startled raccoon. From the far end of the hall, two figures emerged. One had a smoke bomb. The other wore a colander for a helmet.

Serena froze. The growl deepened as the creature moved closer, slow at first, then with frenzied urgency. Barking erupted, wild and unrestrained, echoing off the walls as the beast lunged forward, only to be yanked back by the chains that held it. Serena clutched her chest, as if holding her heart in place would keep it from bursting through her ribs. Her eyes stretched wide with terror. Stefano had locked her in a dungeon with a dog. But not just any dog. A feral, starved dog rabid with hunger and fury. “This is how you die.” she heard a little voice whisper to her.

Her deep voice echoed in the room. “OK fine” He lifted her top and started kissing her belly. Zara chuckled and pulled him back by grabbing his hair. “What are you doing now? What is Sera charitable trust? And I never thought you were the founder. Why do you want to hide your identity?” “I don’t know. Maybe to see you here. If not, you would’ve fled away even before I come here, wouldn’t you?” Zara chuckled nodding her head. Sebastian bit her belly grunting

"Who... who are you? How did you get in here?" The woman offered a faint, compassionate smile, walking toward the low table. "I am Seraphina. Zayden and Lucian’s mother." Serena’s eyes widened in surprise. Zayden's mother. She looked at Seraphina, searching for the terrifying, unhinged cruelty of Zayden, but found none. If anything, there was an unmistakable warmth in her posture that reminded Serena of Lucian. "You look like you carry the weight of the entire world on those small shoulders," Seraphina murmured softly, taking a seat on the opposite armchair and smoothing her skirts. She gestured gently to the sofa. "Please, sit, Serena. You look exhausted."

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."

My younger sister Lia is dead. Everyone is convinced that I was an accomplice who helped her murderer take her life. Because I was the only person who knew the killer’s identity. Yet I chose to protect that person, keeping the truth buried and refusing to reveal it. My mother knelt at my feet, crying and begging me to tell her the killer’s name. But I merely turned my face away, expressionless, and refused to say a single word. The members of the family called me a sinner. They smashed down the iron door of my cell and stormed inside, intending to punish me themselves. Later, I was locked in the underground prison. Day after day of interrogation, torture, and confinement slowly consumed my b

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?