Novel & Cerita Sera Hazbin

"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.

She walked into the room to see the man just standing there and staring at the table. “Sir”. He looked up to her and he just stared. “State your business”. Now was the time for her to choose her words carefully. “My friend was possessed by Tresicta” she began. “Pardon?” “Her name is Clara. She’s Savan and Tempan and she took me to the museum and well….she touched a picture and now she's a host for her consciousness. I don’t know”. “This Clara of a Supernatural, you said she’s Tempan?”

There was no awkwardness, no hesitation. It felt… right. Like this was something I had done many times before. Once Leo was dressed, I set him on the couch and went to check on Sera. She was just stepping out of the bathroom, her damp hair falling around her shoulders. She wore no makeup, only the raw exhaustion of a mother who had cried herself empty. I stood behind her and zipped up her dress, my fingers brushing her back. She froze for a moment, then exhaled softly. Our reflections met in the mirror, and for the first time, I didn’t see Sera Quinn, I saw Zara Amari.

"I see why you didn't want to come back inside." Sera shook her head. "Oh, you haven't seen the half of what they can do." She popped the tin open and sighed. Everything was where it was supposed to be. She clicked it closed and put the board back in place; hopefully, they would never even know they were here and would get out unscathed. She held up the tin and smiled at Xavier, "I've got all I needed, I'm good to go." She stood up and brushed her knees off; she had already gotten her black pants dirty.

I was free. Suddenly, a violent crash echoed from the left side of the stage. The heavy metal exit doors were slammed open. The security guards were thrown to the floor as a figure in a dark, dirty jacket burst into the room. "You lying bitch!" a voice screamed. It was Serena. She threw her hood back, her face twisted in a mask of pure, ugly rage. Her eyes were bloodshot, her hair wild and tangled. She looked completely insane. In her right hand, she was clutching a thick, heavy glass jar filled with a clear, bubbling liquid.