Sera Hazbin Novels & Stories

She answered and took a bite on her burger while I took a sip on my coke because I am so thirsty. “I already found Sam for Samyaza and Oriel,” She said and she looked at me while eating her burger and fries. “The one that happened to you a while ago… is a static… you are already connecting to the frequency… now you can hear them and soon you will see them” She added while chewing her burger and she looked at me again and swallowed her burger. “You will see the people who will die or people who are already dead and your volumina Fumi will come out to grab them and bring them to you… and you will bring them to the afterlife… that is your job”

The war was nearing its end. I stood up, the exhaustion finally hitting me like a physical blow. Sebastian turned to me, his cold control finally starting to crack under the weight of the last three days. He didn't reach for me or speak. He simply pulled off his suit jacket, tossing it onto a seat, and rolled up the sleeves of his shirt—a gesture I now associated with both command and vulnerability. He ran a hand through his hair, his eyes meeting mine. "Zackhary Davies," he said, the name sounding strange and heavy in the cabin. "It wasn't an accident. It was a calculated move by a sociopath."

Sera didn't show up. He tried calling her, but the call didn't go through. Enzo felt anxious. He dialed again, but nobody replied. Now or never, or so he thought, until his phone suddenly beeped. Notification from Sera : "I won't be able to make it." Enzo's heart sank. A wave of devastation flooded in. He slumped onto the couch, defeated. Minutes passed, and Enzodozed off. He went into a sorrowful sleep amidst the leftover dinner he had put so much love into preparing.

Seen from the cameras on top of the stairs, he looked perfectly fine and just like out of a Haunters episode: wearing black from head to toe, cargo pants, his astronaut sneakers, a hoodie under his street jacket, neat stubble, big bluish glasses showing under a baseball hat. To my surprise, he stood by the open door, waving at the people. A moment later I understood why, as smoking hot Serena got out of the car too. She was wearing a black dress so short, it looked more like a long top, and her pretty ass and her plastic boobs just about to pop up if she as much as breathed deep. “Serena.” “You know her too?” “Serena ugly.” “Shut up, even I would fuck her.” “Inside.”

"The one who—" "The one who took Seraphine's curse." Sera's jaw tightened. "Two hundred years ago, Seraphine was obsessed with destroying everything connected to Zahara. She knew if she could turn one of Zahara's own guards into a weapon, it would be the ultimate revenge." "Why Zahara?"

His eyes were like blue flames, it feels cool but they burn you inside. "Because you perceived us like that, priestess," he calmly said. "And change is not always good." Zierux continues to walk but Serra remained still, staring at his back, her forehead still wrinkled. They could live side by side. But then again she only met a few of the demons. She has not seen most of them. After their time together, Serra decided it was time for her to be taught magic by her dear maid. In her room, they started chanting spells and so far she can summon a smoke distraction spell.

But there were other reasons not to get tangled up with Crew. “I just have better things to do than him,” I said. The girl laughed. “I like you. I’m Ashley, by the way. Ashley Abrams.” “I’m Sera Frey.” “Welcome to Sonoran Sunset High, Sera.” She sat back in her chair, still with the perfect posture. “Thanks,” I said. “You don’t seem to be jealous that Crew is pestering me. Why?” “He’s not my type.” She shrugged and managed to make it an elegant movement.

CHAPTER 18: Hazel's room was plagued by screams and yells as Serena had tortured her for hours on end. She was tired, wounded and worst of all, almost felt hopeless. The room was quiet as a graveyard now. The repetitive sound of water dropping in a shallow puddle on the concrete floor briefly dispelled the silence, but brought about a rather hypnotic aura…… Hazel's POV~ My body was weak. Every part of me groaned in pain. Serena was a witch! A demon! A devil! If I was going to survive, I needed to get the hell out of here. The bitch was out to kill me.