Sera Hazbin Novels & Stories

Two years after Connor and Elena's birth, when life has finally settled into a comfortable routine, the past comes back. Sera's giving a speech at a supernatural rights rally when she sees him in the crowd. Director Hale. He's supposed to be in prison, serving multiple life sentences for terrorism and murder. But there he stands, free and smiling coldly at her. Sera falters mid-sentence. Her security detail follows her gaze and immediately moves to apprehend him. But Hale disappears into the crowd, gone before they can reach him.

She asked as she got up to her feet, and I stepped back, wondering what had gotten into her. She gazes at me for long, and at last, a wide grin appears on her face. " Oh my goodness! You are Hayven, right? " " Yeah, I am " " Seraf's Ex-Girlfriend? " I hated the word ' EX ', but I guess I should take it now and start getting used to it. " Yeah " " Wow. This is so great! I mean, I have been a fan of Seraf all my life. I never knew I'd meet and stay with his ex now "

I looked at her, searching for the girl who glared at me when I made her wear something slutty to the great hall for dinner. "What are you going to do to the baby?" I asked. The room went silent. Sera didn't flinch. She didn't look away. She stared back at me with a look that was entirely cold, entirely calculated. I saw the moment she reached the end of her math. She already had a path. "I'm going to terminate this thing," Sera said. I swallowed. My throat felt like it was full of dry wool. I let go of her wrist. Sera turned and walked into the bathroom, the door clicking shut behind her. She was going to kill it * * *

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.

"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?"

Every pebble under my shoes sounded like a laugh. ​The bus ride back to my house was a blur. I sat in the back, huddled against the window, staring at my reflection. I wasn't Seth anymore. I was just Sera. A girl with no school, no future, and a secret that had just burned her world to the ground. ​By the time I reached the narrow dirt track that led to our small cottage, the moon was high and cold. The lights were on inside.

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.”

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.