Sera X Lilith Novels & Stories

Before anything else could happen, chaos broke out. Gunshots exploded through the ballroom. Panic spread as people screamed and bodies fell. Armed men surrounded the area, overpowering everyone. Liliana watched in horror as her parents were forced to their knees at gunpoint. The leader, a man called Beta Tal, demanded to know which of their daughters carried a rare lightning crest. When her parents hesitated, he threatened to kill her mother. Unable to endure it, her father revealed that Rhea was the one. Rhea was dragged away as she screamed for help. Liliana stood frozen, unable to understand what was happening. Moments later, her parents were shot and killed in front of her.

Serena begged, shaking his unconcious body. "Get the girl and take the sample from the lycan," Talia said to the scientist and soldier standing beside her. "Don't you dare touch him," Serena said as blue flames surrounded her and her eyes turned blue. "You foolish witch, you crossed the wrong woman," Serena said, but she sounded different. "All of you will pay, you will die painful deaths, and I will watch you burn," Serena said as blue flames engulfed each soldier, burning them to a crisp. Bodies fell to the ground around Talia as she watched Serena in fear. as screams filled the air

But still I was hoping that some day,she will be back like she promised Just some day ||Mary|| I walked into Ava's room and me her working on her laptop I sat beside her "What are you doing? "Searching informations about the so called Sera" "Do you think you can found anything useful?' I asked "I think, let's be positive please" she said and I nodded staring at the laptop "Don't you think we should inform Marshall about this? I said "We will....soon"she replied and I nodded "I found it, She's a singer and......." She kept shut

"So biologically..." "Yes." "She is the woman who delivered Sera into this world." Another pause. "But..." I closed my eyes briefly. "Sera was never truly created from Valthera's own body." The silence on the other end became absolute. My heartbeat quickened. There was no easy way to say what came next. No gentle way to reveal a truth hidden for decades. I swallowed. Then finally spoke. "Sera..." "...was the result of an ancient sacrificial ritual." I lowered my voice even further.

“You took the King’s gold. You hunted me. You handed me over!” Before Kael could respond, the door opened again. Lira stepped inside, looking nervous but trying to smile like the old days. “Sera! I heard you were—” “Get out,” I said coldly, cutting her off. She froze. “What? Sera, I’m your best friend—”

Sera flinched hard, her hands pressing weakly against the ground as she tried to crawl back, her entire body rejecting what her eyes were seeing. “Please!” she cried louder now, her voice breaking into something desperate and raw. “Lysandra, please listen to me, I’ll go, I’ll disappear again, I swear I won’t come back..” Lysandra stood a few steps away, watching. Not disturbed but excited. A slow smile spread across her face as she tilted her head, taking in every second of Sera’s fear like it was something beautiful. “You really should have done that the first time,” she said lightly, almost amused.

"I do have one suspicion." I looked at her. "Who?" She met my eyes without hesitation. "Sera." For a second, I genuinely thought I had misheard her. "...What?" She sat up a little straighter. "I've never trusted her." My expression hardened. "You know she has never liked me." "Lira." "And now this happens?" She continued as though she hadn't heard me. "The timing is too convenient." "Enough." She frowned. "I'm only saying.." "I said enough!"

But that feeling did not last long. Because someone else had already begun pushing back against us. And her name was Chelsea Spencer. I didn’t know how Chelsea found me. I only knew that when I walked out of the building later that evening, she was standing beside a black car, waiting for me. She looked perfectly composed, as though she hadn’t come there to threaten anyone. Her gaze settled on me. “So you are Sera.” I stopped. There was no point pretending I didn’t know who she was. “Chelsea.”

It was a small thing, but it told her something she had not fully understood until that moment, that Lucian's calm was armor rather than emptiness, worn deliberately over whatever fear lived underneath it. That night, unable to sleep, Sera found herself back on the porch with the folder Lucian had given her, rereading names she had already read twice. Matteo joined her eventually, settling into the other chair without being asked, his rifle resting across his knees. "You are not sleeping," he observed. "Neither are you." "I sleep in shifts. Habit." He studied her a moment. "You are angry." "I am tired of being something other people want to use," Sera said. "Rejected for it. Hunted for it. B

The silence in the parlour after Serena slammed the door felt heavier than the ocean waves crashing outside. Lila’s heart was still racing, her body slick with sweat and the evidence of what they’d just done. She was straddling Ronan on the couch, his cock still buried deep inside her, pulsing with the aftershocks of his release. Her thighs trembled. Her mind was a whirlwind. Serena knew. Serena had *seen* them. And worse — she remembered Lila from college.