Serafina Novels & Stories

He should have created a new empire around Serena instead. Now, he cannot flip the board without toppling Serena first. "Bindo, Darling." Seraphina smiled, a lazy smile playing on her lips. But it was strained, just a little. "Although, not weak spot as much as an irritating one! You should also be thanking me for indirectly helping your new star. The new girl pit against Seraphina Devarcraux, is now going to lose invariably because of our 'marriage'. Doesn't this give her the pity spotlight she needs?"

The young woman, Sera introduces herself. "Sera...not your actual name, is it?" I ask knowingly. "Well, you can consider it a codename. But my name is Seraphine." Sera replied with a casual shrug. "How come you get to be Sera?" I could not help the question. Sera laughs quietly at that, shrugging slightly. "It was either that or Top(II). I'm Seraphine Vega, the Beta Healer. You've met my not so better half, Beta Warrior, Top... Cedric." Sera calmly stated.

"I want a full report. Names. Security footage. Who accessed the rigging system? And I want it quietly." "Yes, sir." I ended the call and searched for CHIHIRO's founder online. And there it was, the same woman who said she was Seraphina–Sylvain. There were just a few pictures of her, elegantly dressed. As I dug deeper, I closely observed her dressing style, her posture, anything that would give it away. My breath started getting shallow as I realized something. Her name was Seraphina Virelle. There was a picture of her where she had her left hand under the chin, her index finger had the same brown mole. I remember it very clearly from our wedding day, from the earlier days of our love making

Lily pointed to the computer screen and replied, "According to the news on Twitter, my new goddess Seraphina is in love. How can she be in love so soon? I just took a fancy to her. How can she fall in love?" "Seraphina? The one who recently became well known for her role in a youth idol drama?" Martha swiped the mouse and saw a few photos. "Wait, this man's figure looks familiar. I seem to have seen it somewhere before."

“Is everything alright?” “You’re really pretty, just like she told us.” The other one said brightly. “What?” I didn’t get the message. I just stared. I didn’t know whether to be mesmerized by their compliments. The taller one extended her hand. “I’m Seraphina. Sera, for short, and this is Iris. We’re Tiffany’s friends. Coursemates. Whatever.” “I’m Arielle Hills,” I said, tapping my chest lightly. “Nice to finally meet you.” Iris smiled.

He straightened slowly, one hand gripping Varrek’s collar to keep him upright. “Release him,” the woman said. Her voice was calm, not loud. Yet the wolves around her shifted at once, alert. Silas’s jaw tightened. “Name yourself.” The woman studied him for a long moment, her gaze steady and unblinking. “You truly do not see.” “I see enough.” A faint smile touched her lips. “I am Seraphine.” The name meant nothing to Elara. But Varrek stiffened. Even through the blood loss, fear flickered across his face.

I glanced at him briefly and said, "Yes. That’s fate." Dennis scoffed. "You don’t expect me to buy that, do you? I’m not like the others." I didn’t respond. "Tell me more about her," he said, more seriously now. I knew he had been waiting for this opportunity to get more information about this topic from me. And there was no way he was going to let go after a strong grip. I leaned back, crossing one leg over the other. "Her name is Serafina Voss. Daughter of Beta Gabriel of the Northern Ironveil Pack. Cursed by the Moon Goddess. No wolf. Her pheromones are unpredictable. Everyone hates her. Even her family. That’s all there is."

Only a strange, heavy peace. A woman stood before me. Her hair was dark, her eyes honey gold, her smile sad. She wore a crown of thorns, identical to the one I had worn, but hers was woven with flowers—roses, pale and wilting. I knew her face from the portrait in the locked room, from the stories Lysander had told me. Seraphine. "You are not real," I said. My voice echoed in the empty field. She laughed. It was a soft sound, warm, almost familiar. "I am as real as you need me to be, Ravenna. I am the echo the first wolf left in the heart. I am the memory of every wolf who has carried the bloodline. I am the choice."

Gianna hissed, jerking back. Her makeup artist immediately apologized and gently tilted her chin back up. Across the salon, the middle child, Serafina, looked like a Renaissance painting brought to life—dark curls cascading with effortless elegance. Her hairstylist, Roxy, carefully wove tiny pearl pins into an intricate updo. Serafina caught her sister’s eye in the mirror and smirked. “Let me guess, you’re getting ready for Marcus. The guy who sent you a dozen blue roses because he said you’re tired of red?”

Serena sat by a small campfire with the rest of the research team, listening to the soft rustle of the surrounding foliage. "They’ve become more than just figures from history, haven't they?" the young scholar asked, staring into the flickering embers of the fire. "When I was a boy in the northern provinces, my tutors taught me about the Great Goddess Seraphina and the Supreme Alpha Ryan. But as I grew older, I realized... they aren't just names in a book."