Serafina 소설 & 이야기

“This is Kitty, she’s my new trainee.” “Well, hello there, Kitty. My name is Valora, I’m sure you must have heard of me.” She said it like I was supposed to jump for joy. “No, I haven’t heard of you. Is there a reason why I should?” My gaze locked onto hers fearlessly. She smiled at me, but I could see a glint of nervousness in her eyes. “Hi Kitty, my name is Seraphine, but you can call me Sera. I’m Kiyan’s mate.” The icy blue-haired girl shot her hand out from their side of the table.

He looks like he’s trying to breathe through his mouth and not his nose, leaving me to assume he finds the scent off-putting, too. Tasha nods. “It’s not exactly the same, but it’s similar enough that whatever they’re from are definitely the same species if not the same…things.” She says “things” in a tone that projects both disgust and bewilderment. “Alpha!” I hear Channing call as he approaches with Blake and Serafina. It takes just a moment before I realize he’s carrying a human over his shoulder in a fireman’s carry. “Who do you have there, Channing?” I ask, feeling my mouth go dry and the sensation of my stomach dropping, fearing the answer.

"Who... who are you?" A slow, predatory smile touched her lips. "My name is Seraphina. And I have been watching the Blue Moon Pack for a very long time." Her gaze drifted to the path where Xian'na and her brothers had vanished. "That Holy Blood should have been yours, Jerick. But you, in your... misjudgment... allowed it to slip away." She stepped closer, her scent intoxicating and dangerous. Her fingers traced the line of my jaw, and despite everything, a spark of my old Alpha arrogance, desperate for validation, began to ignite.

“Zayden makes you feel that way, doesn’t he?” I still didn’t speak. She leaned back. "I met Marcello when I was twenty-three," Serafina continued, her voice soft and almost dreamy. "He was already a force. Already feared. Already building an empire on blood and secrets. I loved him. God help me. I loved him so much, I gave him a son. I thought I understood the kind of man he was. Powerful. Ambitious. Dangerous, certainly, but I believed there was a difference between the man the world feared and the man who came home to me.”

Despite her formidable reputation, Seraphina had a secret passion that few knew about—a desire that fueled her every move and decision. Seraphina was known for her striking beauty and her curves that commanded attention. Her most notable feature was her voluptuous, firm ass, a testament to her luxurious lifestyle and meticulous care. She exuded confidence and power, making her irresistible to many. Yet, beneath her strong exterior lay a woman with an insatiable appetite for pleasure, a hunger that only a select few could satisfy.

I take a sip of my champagne while looking out the window. Well, he’s not actually old. Maybe somewhere in his mid- to late thirties. Old compared to me, anyway. I’m twenty-five. But still. “I’m Bash,” he says, holding out his hand. Oh God. Now I have to be nice. I shake his hand. “Hi, Bash. I’m Seraphina.” His eyes sparkle with mischief. “Hello, Seraphina.” His eyes are large, bright blue, and almost dreamy. The kind of eyes a person could get lost in.

A sickening crack came from there, enough to tell me that she was dead. “Kaden Caelthorn. I was hoping to reduce our audience but it seems the girl still has a lot to learn,” Seraphina said, stepping fully into the light of the Moon. She was completely naked save for a small scrap of red clothing that hung loosely off her arms. When Seraphina looked at me, anger flooded my veins. This was not family resemblance. She was wearing my mate’s face.

The moment he figures out who you really are, this fortress won't be a cage anymore—it'll be a slaughterhouse. My breath hitched. I stared up into his dark, intense eyes, my mind racing a mile a minute. What was he talking about? My past was completely ordinary. I was just a human girl from a small trading village down the mountain, plucked away from an auction block because my mismatched eyes caught some wealthy monster's fancy. I didn't have a secret bloodline. I didn't come from royalty or ancient pack wolves. I was just Seraphina—a servant scrubbing floors and hauling flour sacks.

A voice replied "You are not alone" Lina spun around A woman stood a few feet away from her Her appearance was almost identical to her own except for the clothes she wore and the peace in her eyes Lina stared "You said you were my ancestor" "I am" Lina narrowed her eyes "What is your name?" The woman smiled "Seraphina" Lina blinked "Seraphina what?" "Seraphina Rain" Lina's eyes widened "Rain?" "Yes" "So you were the first Rain?" "The first recorded one"

Standing on my welcome mat was a hysterical disaster. Seraphina. She was sobbing so hard her chest hitched, mascara smeared in ugly black tracks down her cheeks. Her hair made me do a double take. Her blonde blowout looked like a bird’s nest dipped in shellac—clumpy, stiff, and dripping in dried, sticky orange streaks glued to her neck. Her pink satin slip dress was ruined, covered in dark pulpy stains. "Alfonso!" Sera wailed, throwing her hands in the air with a screech. "Look at me! Look at what your stray did to me!"