Serafina Novels & Stories

I hurt a deity? She nodded. "Yes." "L-Like the Moon Goddess? Seraphina is a deity?" What the hell? A nod came from her again. Her eyes turned enigmatic. "Yes. She is Sicilia, the Goddess of Fertility. Seraphina is one of the daughters of my mother, Moon Goddess." The moment she said that I had chills down my spine, not knowing what to say. ⋇⋆✦⋆⋇ Mystique Luna's note!!!

I turned keeping my tears in, and there she was, the same girl I saw in an embrace with him, she looked nothing like me, I could perceive her perfume, it was nothing like mine, her luscious ginger hair nothing like mine, and her impeccable bright blue eyes like Max's own, she was breathtaking, I am absolutely below her class. "Hi you are Luna, right?" she asked while I just stared at her wondering why she followed me "I am seraphina" At the mention of her name, all the sparks in my body went off, I have heard that name before, she was the girl they said was his love "I heard you are married," she said while I still remained quiet, slightly intimidated but not one to scare me "I have been mea

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.

- Taehyung Kensington ------------- Name : Amelia Ashford ; Age : 21 With a heart as vast as the ocean and a mind as sharp as the keenest blade, Seraphina embodies the epitome of kindness, love, and unwavering strength. Her presence commands attention, not just for her striking beauty or effortless elegance, but for the sheer force of her personality—a magnetic aura that draws people in like moths to a flame. But beneath her gentle exterior lies a spirit forged in the fires of adversity, a soul as fierce as it is tender, unyielding in the face of injustice and unafraid to speak truth to power. Savage for those who were do badmouthing about her and her one and only life her father, If she hea

RAPHEAL Serafina was calmly settled into the reclining chair, in just a mini asymmetrical skirt, mermaid shirt, pink socks and house Crocs, looking insanely beautiful while taking occasional puffs of her cigarettes and humming a small tone to herself. Emilia running off had made several thoughts run through my mind. And though I was happy it helped confirm my doubts against her, I was worried she might have gone back to the mansion to steal a pound of her flesh…. My thoughts spiralled but whatever it was, whether Serafina was predator of prey, I was glad she was safe. On seeing me, she gave me a casual nod and rose to her feet,

Confident. “Yes.” She smiled slightly. “I’ve heard a great deal about you.” “That makes two of us.” Her gaze flicked briefly to my companions. “Tarek. Mira. Corvin. Lysa.” Tarek’s eyebrow lifted. “You know our names?” Seraphine shrugged. “Information is power.” Fair enough. “And you are Seraphine,” I said. “The same.” Her wolves remained silent behind her, but I could feel their attention measuring every movement.

The door slid open. High Queen Serafina stepped out. She looked exactly like the "Void-Goddess" legends, but stripped of the darkness. Her skin was the color of starlight, her hair a flowing river of liquid platinum. She wore a gown of woven light that didn't just glow—it refracted the reality around her. "Zora Vane," Serafina said, her voice sounding like a thousand crystal bells. "The biological fluke. The 'Rejected Heiress' who accidentally stumbled into the Earth’s nervous system."

“Tell me your name.” The woman smiled. Then she looked at Amara. “My name is Seraphina.” Amara’s heart suddenly stopped. She doubled over. “Ah!” Lucian caught her. “Amara!” A vision exploded inside her mind. A palace. Three moons. A throne. Lucian standing beside her. And Seraphina— standing before them. Crying. Then Amara saw blood. Lucian’s blood. Her own hands covered in it. Seraphina screaming. And a child—

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.

Pretending. When he left, Seraphina slipped into the bath like a ghost, letting the scalding water blister the numbness from her skin. She scrubbed hard, as if the scent of him could be erased. As if she could scrape away the past. She stared into the steam-filled mirror. “You’re not weak anymore,” she whispered to her reflection. “You’re not his.” Later, dressed in soft blue silk, she joined the others for breakfast. Selene was already there, perched like a queen, her golden curls cascading over one shoulder, lips painted crimson.