Sera Hazbin Novels & Stories

“Then don’t. But whatever it is, I hope you get your answers. Away from that, how was the burial?” Just before I could respond, a soft sound drifted through the door. Humming. Mara never hummed and left one person. Sera. I had a task for her. I knew of Orion’s plan for Sterling Inc. Sera had a background in finance, and I was curious as to what she could uncover. I was interested in the acquisition, but this was not the way I was supposed to go about it. It was a test of sorts for her. How good was she?

She folded her arms across her chest and looked up towards the moon, her multicolored eyes glowing. "Shouldn't I be in our chamber? He might be looking for me" she thought aloud. Her heart began to race as she rose to her feet. She was already imagining all the things Yuka would do to her tonight. She looked forward to it. "Hazel Capellan Spiers" a raspy voice said from behind her. Hazel turned around with a start, her eyes widening when she saw a demon standing there. His left arm had been severed and he looked weak. She prepared to take him on but his next statement stopped her.

I was paralyzed, trapped in my own body as my soul crumbled to dust. Elena noticed me first. Her eyes—those dark, ancient eyes—flickered to the doorway. She studied me for a moment, her expression unreadable. Then she turned to Damon with a look of innocent confusion. "Who is that?" she asked softly. Damon followed her gaze. When he saw me, something flickered across his face. Guilt? Annoyance? I couldn't tell anymore. "That's Sera," he said. Elena tilted her head, her smile never wavering. "Sera? Who is Sera?"

Sera said "I will do anything to make it possible" "I'll be on my way now..my old man would have been looking for me" sera said and hugged Desmond "I'll miss you" she added disengaging from the hug "I will always wait for you" Desmond said as he watch her leave Days passed but she didn't show up and Desmond became worried "Is everything alright with her?" He thought "I need to find her" he said and tried using his power to trace her and luckily it worked

The following morning, Sera didn’t wait for Lucien. She was already gone. Left no note. Just a single command line left open on the console: > > RUN SERA_PROTOCOL_01 Lucien stood in front of it, jaw locked, blood roaring in his ears. She hadn’t just activated a trigger. She’d written her own. Elsewhere 6:17 A.M. Sera moved through the old infrastructure tunnels beneath Midtown like she belonged there. She kind of did.

"SERA!" Hannah screamed, reaching out desperately, but couldn't catch her. Horror kept her rooted to her spot as she could do nothing but watch her free-fall. Sera met the ground with a harsh thud. A sharp pain clenched her muscles, making her cry in agony. The woman writhed and squirmed, but the pain didn't ease. "Sera," Hannah's faint voice reached her through the haze of pain. She opened her eyes and raised her head to Hannah, who seemed to have turned pale with concern.

_*]:min-w-0 gap-3"> Zara was quiet. _*]:min-w-0 gap-3" "He knows what he did," Sera said. "He's not sitting in his tent waiting for you to absolve him. He's sitting with it." She paused. "He's better at sitting with uncomfortable things than he used to be." _*]:min-w-0 gap-3">

“A mind-link wouldn’t work.” “I know you heard me,” I pressed, my voice quieter now. “You looked right at me.” “I’m not interested in your questions,” he replied calmly, already turning away as a beta handed him several documents. That calm unsettled me more than cruelty ever could have. A woman stepped forward then she’s tall, sharp-eyed, dressed in formal black, authority stitched into every line of her posture. “You’ll serve as Alpha Ryder’s omega,” she announced. “I’m Mia. Head maid.”

Damien Voss, the man who had been in a coma for seven months, the man every doctor in the city had quietly given up on, was sitting up in his bed staring at me like I was the most suspicious thing he had seen in his entire life. Which was saying something because this was a man who ran a billion dollar company and had probably seen genuinely suspicious things on a regular basis. "I," I started. He waited. He was very good at waiting. Even freshly awake from a seven month coma with a voice like gravel and eyes that could cut glass, he had that particular stillness that very powerful people have. The kind that says I have all the time in the world and you do not. "I am Sera," I said. "Sera Qui

*** Question of the day: If you were Sera, would you feel safe in Damon’s arms, or afraid of how far he might go for you? 070525, Anne Joyce