Sera Hazbin Novels & Stories

"I need you to tell me exactly what the hell happened to Sera right now, Blake. Stop being cryptic and just say it!" He sniffed loudly and wiped at his face with the back of his hand, smearing tears and snot across his cheek. "I don't even know how to explain what I saw. Sera doesn't even recognize me anymore as her brother. I have no idea what they did to my baby sister in that office, but she's like a fucking empty shell now. There's nothing behind her eyes." "Explain what you mean by that." Axel said, his voice dangerously quiet in a way that told me he was barely holding himself together. "What do you mean she's like a shell?"

I breathe heavily as he pins me to the wall, his hands wrapped tight around my throat I could barely breathe. ‘You hear me, Sera? I found you first. I noticed you first! I fell for you first. No one else, I mean, no one should put their hands on you, because if they do, I swear to God, Sera, I'll fucking break their arms and legs and serve it to you to eat!’ He growls. Seraphina Puckett is the perfect definition of trauma. A walking trauma. She tries to navigate her life, trying to bring in sunshine but as the world is determined to make it rain on her, what does she do? Does she get beaten in the rain or walk through it? When her abusive father gets out of prison and is out t

"What's coming to me, hmmm?" "Dear Mr. Robert. I just wanted to tell you something," Serena replied casually. "Why, Dear? Didn't Madam Onci offer you to join? Or... you seem more interested in meeting me in person, don't you think?" The girl chuckled, "Come on, sir. I have HIV in this sexy body. Can't you see my all-covered body? Hah, your damn club patrons made me this way." "You made my passion disappear. You bitch! Tell me what you want. Don't tell me you want to make restitution or I'll kill you."

“We sensed the ritual. A human bonded to two rival bloodlines carrying hybrid young. Explain yourselves before we decide whether to grant passage or deliver you to the highest bidder.” Draven stepped protectively in front of me while Vaelor remained at my side. I straightened my shoulders letting my robe fall open slightly to reveal the full evidence of our bond the milk the marks the soft fertile curves that had changed everything. “I am Sera,” I said my voice carrying surprising authority. “Mother to Aether and mate to Draven and Vaelor. The power in us can help or harm your clans. Grant us sanctuary and we will share what we have learned. Refuse and Elyra will come for all of us.”

Her scent, her hair, her double coloured eyes, the tempting curve of her body… It was hard to admit…. Even when I had seen her murder someone in my presence. The fact that she held a deep grudge against abusers, the impeeding fear of what become of us if she was to find out about my past. Every single thing was like a sign, warning me against her. But my heart was being adamant.. “I didn't ask you to explain anything.” She replied. “I’m not asking you to believe me, Sera.” “It's Serafina.” She cut in. “Can you let me go? I want to get some sleep.”

Finally, the message arrived. “Dear valued customer, hello. Your Succubus is not malfunctioning, nor is he ill. He is simply extremely hungry and needs you. Not food, but you. This includes, but is not limited to, kissing, hugging, and any form of… intimate energy exchange. Wishing you a pleasant experience!” I froze, my fingers shaking. I read the message again. And again. The words, simple and clear, had a weight I couldn't ignore. Hungry. He needed me. Me. Not food in the usual way, but something more than basic, more intimate, more wonderfully scary??

Serena's body began to go slack, and she slid to the ground, her head resting against my tombstone. Through the rain, her eyes gradually lost focus, but she forced them to remain open and stared at my photo on the tombstone. "Jason… in the next life…" Her voice grew fainter. "In the next life… I'll be the one pursuing you… I'll be the one treating you right… Wait for me… Don't walk too fast…" Serena's final words came out as soft as a sigh before she closed her eyes. Her hand slid down from her side, with her empty palm facing up.

Noong bata ako ay nakita ako sa dalampasigan. May kwintas na nakasuot saakin at may pendant na singsing kung saan may nakauikit na pangalang Serene. Pero hindi ko iyon sinuot. How come my biological parents gave me a necklace and not a letter? Nakakatawa diba? But I really wished that it was a letter. A letter full of explanations why they left me. I don't want to grow full of questions but here I am compiling questions that I can't even ask.

Sera look at him before a soft smile shown on her angelic face. "Don't worry I can take care of myself I just want to see Zera, where is she?" She asked looking around. Gavin hesitantly pointed out where Zera was so the girl walked towards it. Zera looked up when she noticed a person in front of her, an angelic face smiling at her now.. "Are you doing something?" She asked. Mina was surprised at how gentle her voice was. "It's not much, do you need anything?" She asked. Gavin frowned when he saw that Zera didn't respect the princess. She look like she didn't even give a damn even she know taht Sera was the princess of their own world.

There was no trace of Lincoln Cohen’s image. " We have to forgive ourselves and move on with the scars he left. You were victorious, Sera. I was not." At each step, the sound of dried leaves being trampled could be heard. Until the plants gave way to water and a river could be seen. A river of blood and a dead woman with her neck cut. Damia. Sera ran to her but there was nothing to do. It was just a memory. Something that had already happened. Tears ran down Sera’s face. She was a sweet and gentle soul, who survived those heinous acts without rebelling against the world or the Mother. For sure, this omega was the right choice for the mission of uniting the Cohen and the Ramesses again.