Serafina Novels & Stories

Lena's POV. “Hello, ma'am,” the doctor waved his left hand, and felt my pulse with his right hand. “How many fingers am I holding up?” “Can I get a name? Can you speak?” He continued, not even giving me a chance to think or respond. He suddenly stopped and pointed a little fluorescent light in my eyes. I squinted and groaned inaudibly from lying stiff for far too long. “Four, My name is Lena, and I think I can… talk,” I replied in a second, gulping as the man behind him moved closer and fixed his gaze on me.

it was a quiet, perfect end to a day that had begun with so much noise. Behind Marius’s closed eye lids his dream was vivid, coloured by the warmth of the apartment and the scent of peach tea. In it, Tera was laughing, her sapphire eyes bright and untroubled, her hand reaching for his in a way that felt entirely real. There were no shadows in this version of her, no secrets lurking in the corner of the room. but at the dream shifted, the laugher began to distort. The warmth turned cold and the familiar silhouette of Tera’s body blurred into something else– something sharper, more predatory. A woman stood at the edge of his dream, wearing a tailored suit that looked like armour, her hair perf

SERAFINA. I got into the car to meet Delanxy's blue eyes, buried in her ipad. She was exquisitely dressed in a long wrap skirt and brown aesthetic top. Her make up which clearly screamed ‘don’t mess with me’ was aided by her channel bag and Valentino boots. “Hey.” I greeted, enveloping her in a warm hug. “Oh Serafina.” She grazed my dressing with her eyes. “Are you comfortable in those?”

"You were the best duck in the world." "I know," said Mia, with deep complacency. "Bravo," said a soft voice at my shoulder. I did not turn. I knew the perfume. Under the white tea and the iron, so faint that I could scarcely tell it from my own breath, there was a sour, bitter, wintry edge, like a flower that has been left too long on a cold windowsill. Seraphina stood beside me in her ice-blue gown, with her pomander glittering at her throat and her face tilted up in the light. She was not smiling any longer. It was something worse, an utterly calm, utterly clear interest, like a scientist looking at a result.

Across the room, every single faceless soldier went dead still, listening. ​White fire poured from Seraphina's fingertips as she looked down at the black floor. Her reflection stared back, but it wasn't mirroring her—it was smiling. Behind that glass-dark image stood a crowned woman Seraphina had never seen, leaning down to whisper a forgotten name directly into her reflected ear.

Baraka looked at the other woman with confusion. "Who are you?" She asked Tina Bluntly. "I am Tina, the Lady of the Magic plane. I came here to seek your help" Tina introduced herself. When Tina revealed who she is, Baraka immediately remembered her from the day she healed Max in the Magic Plane. "Please come in" she invited the other woman politely. Eugene refused to come inside. He is not ready to forgive Baraka yet. So Tina went inside alone. "Please sit down, would like to have anything?" Baraka asked politely.

“Good morning alpha. Alpha Martinez asked me to bring these to you –“ “Hold on. I think you’re making a mistake… I’m not your alpha.” Dylan interrupted, thinking the stranger in front of him was referring to Isabel and her dad. “Where is Isabel?” He didn’t wait for a reply and was already making his way outside the bedroom. “She’s on her usual morning run.” The stranger who was behind Dylan replied. ‘At least we have something in common.’ He thought to himself. “And you are?..” “Fernando. I’m a delta in the pack but currently, I’m at your service.” The stranger introduced himself, lowering his head in respect.

She answered. “What are those things and what can I do to get them back, please? Help me.” I wept hard. The moon goddess “Whom you just see is Seraphina. She has lived for age and all she does is feed on a werewolf’s intestine. She is a Kanima. A very rare breed. She tried to turn herself into a werewolf but it failed. And so she built others around her to become like her.” Upon hearing that I knew the mistake I made was of a lifetime.

His mission was to bribe some of the elders and instruct them to abduct Princess Lana. Serafina groans from pain, hungry and desperate for food. “Is anyone there? I'm awake.” She calls out, flinching at how her voice sounds exactly like May’s. “I-I’m so hungry.” Her voice breaks, despair filling her heart. She doesn't regret using May’s blood for the blood ritual, but if she dies like this, what’s the essence of killing another woman? “Anyone there?” She asks, her breath caught in her dry throat. She chokes on it, gasping and coughing.

“I just saved Milord’s brother’s life. I’m also anaemic, but wouldn't want to spoil the fun. So what’s my thank you gift, sir?” Natasha should have shot her, not Kai. I hate marriage-breakers. I glanced at Laura, taking a business call at the end of the corridor. F**king goddess. Seraphina was model-level beauty too: Thick scarlet hair, dark eyes, silky skin, brace-coated smile, and alluring features. She had a flowery scent and possessed more body mass than Laura, but Wifey edged her slightly in the face card department. Still, she was a succubus. A rose with thorns.