Novel & Cerita Serafina

He could hear the lock move into place from the outside. Her greyed hair though scanty, frail, and dirty stood on end. Her eyes gleamed brightly and her mouth rasped out its breath, it smelled like the rotten stench and it filled the room. Her face had grown hideous but a smirk seemed misplaced. Her skull can be seen outlined by the thin coats of flesh. Transfixed by an unknown force, Sergie gasped in startled pain as he realized with horrified horror that he was held by an invisible hand on the neck. It carried him up in the air, he seemed to be levitating. His eyes grew wide as she struggled to free himself.

"Your powers define you Azura. They are connected to your emotions, anger, sad, happiness. Your emotions can control your power. You just need to learn how to keep them at Bay." Wow, okay. Can someone wake me up from this nightmare already?. What's with all these talks about powers? "I know this must all sound strange to you. But you will understand everything soon." "I don't even know what to call you. I mean from your voice, I know you are female. But a female what exactly? Who are you and what's your name?" Maybe we could start there. "My name is Lily. I am your spirit guide and I'm so happy to find out you are alive little princess. We all thought you were dead"

asked the Prince. In truth, Seraphina didn’t know, she had only ever known her orange servants dress. She thought for a moment and then blurted out “I like the colours of the sunrise”. The Prince smiled and nodded to the servants, the servants looked between themselves and exchanged dresses back and forth. A short chubby servant stepped forward holding up 3 dresses, “Are any of these to your liking Princess?” Seraphina paused at hearing herself addressed as Princess “Please call me Seraphina..um, they are all beautiful. I am not sure”. “How about this one?” said a young servant girl, she was very pretty with brown hair and eyes and a smattering of freckles across her face. She held up a pale

“Stop playing, Seraphina. Put him out of his misery and take him in your mouth.” ____ A. Gupta

Ronan saw her and only stared as if the night itself had split open to show him the truth of me, and he wanted nothing but to stay. The dragon dipped lower, the great luminous curve of her neck graceful as moonlit water. Then she spoke. “I am Seraphina of House Viremont, born of the hidden flame and the phantom blood. I am the dragon beneath your skin, the wing in your soul, and the fire that answers only to you,” Seraphina said. The words rang through the meadow. Not loudly. Grandly. Ancient and beautiful and certain enough that even the weakened illusion of the barrier seemed to hush around them.

I yelled back. I looked out the porthole. Seraphina stood on the back of a giant mechanical serpent, her violet scales shimmering in the dark water. She looked like a nightmare from the deep. Every time she swung her trident, a bolt of black lightning hit our ship, making the lights flicker and die.

Clearing her throat she said, "Good day everyone. My name is Seraphina and I am seven years old. I may be small but I am a sweet, caring, intelligent and cute little girl and you will all come to love me in no time!" "Also, permit me to say this Grandma but you look so beautiful. Now I know where Mommy and I got our beauty from!" "Oh my" Eleni exclaimed and everyone laughed. "Nice to meet you, Seraphina. Can we be friends?" Kai asked in excitement and Seraphina nodded making the little boy exclaimed" Yay!" But unlike Kai, Sebastian wasn't entirely excited. Seraphina's beam died down when she saw the frown on the little boy's face. To everyone's surprise,

Seraphina adjusted the thin strap of her silk blouse and glanced at her reflection in the hallway mirror. Her long black hair flowed over her shoulders like a waterfall, her lips painted a bold crimson, and her almond eyes, sharp and unreadable, sparkled with subtle determination. ‘This man acts like I’m entering his circus... with him as the clown master. You’ve survived worse than this, Seraphina. Breathe. Just take him his damn coffee.’ she thought.

She crossed the room with the grace of a lioness and stopped inches from Aveline. “So,” she purred, “this is what the Moon Goddess sent to test you.” Aveline didn’t stand. She looked up with the same quiet pride she wore during the Luna Trial. “You must be Serafina,” she said. “The ex.” Serafina blinked, surprised—just for a moment. “La Vipera,” she corrected. “Matteo’s former lover. Business partner. Political shield. Take your pick.” “None of them matter to me,” Aveline replied, calm.

“You can’t keep running from this. You’re drowning, Selena… it may not be so obvious at the moment, but surely, you’re sinking bit-by-bit.” Selena’s sharp inhale echoes in the room, but before she can respond, there is a creak by the door of the inn. Both young ladies turn, and the world seems to hold its breath—a ripple in the atmosphere that precedes something momentous. The door swings open. Seraphina steps into the inn with an air that is both eclectic and regal. Her presence is effulgent, radiating a raw, dangerous power that none of her family members—neither Valentine nor Chloe, not even Dr. Percy—could ever hope to match. Seraphina embodies something far more ancient, more primal. Sh