Sera Hazbin Novels & Stories

“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??

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.

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.

“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.