Serafina Novels & Stories

"You might be wondering, I am the Luna goddess. And I don't appreciate all your efforts to try to wipe off the werewolves, you seem to be forgetting that they are completely under my protection, you can't do as you wish and get away. From the look on Serafina's eyes, I could tell that realization just hit her and she instantly knew that she was done for. Her eyes softened and turned misty, what was left of her dry lips quivered and with her two hands which had turned flaky, she clasped them tightly around my hand with which I held her and tried to plead for her life. "I'm sorry," she gagged and let out a dry cough. "I didn't mean to get into your bad books,"

She had stood tall and alone, enduring the scorn with quiet resilience that few could have managed. The vision shifted seamlessly to the dense forest, revealing layers of manipulation by Selene, waves of fear, and profound loneliness. Aria had been hunted relentlessly, time and again, through shadows and threats that never seemed to end. The visions flowed without pause or mercy, each one building upon the last to paint a complete picture of her existence.

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.

It wasn’t a prison, but it wasn’t freedom either. A quiet knock startled me. “Come in,” I called, my voice hoarse. The door swung open, and a woman stepped in, her presence so vibrant it was almost jarring. She had long, dark curls and an easy smile that immediately softened the tension coiled in my stomach. “You must be Seraphina,” she said, her voice light and warm. “I’m Lilliana. Rafael’s sister.” I blinked. She looked nothing like him. There was no sharp edge to her, no coldness. Where Rafael was all shadows and quiet menace, she was golden warmth.

“You know her?” Seraphina’s eyes twinkled. “Oh, your Alpha didn’t tell you about me? How rude.” Kade snarled. “She’s a witch. Don’t trust anything she says.” “I’m not just a witch,” Seraphina corrected, her gaze drifting to Aria. “I’m a seer. I see what will be. And you, my dear, are at the center of it all.” Aria’s voice was tight. “What do you mean?”

“No I wouldn’t. Anyway he’s got a girlfriend. You met her.” “Yes, so I did… Isabelle wasn’t it?” Alice nods and kisses him lightly on the lips before running out of the door. “Don’t wait up.” Christopher smiles and lies down in bed. “Isabelle Simons. She was nice. I don’t know what she saw in that prick.” He flicks the side lamp off and falls back to sleep almost right away. 3. Tuesday 27th April 2010 01:03 Belinda has not bothered trying to look her best, something that she could be accused of quite often, and, since she actually lives nearest to the Progression Software building, she reaches David relatively quickly after his phone call.

“I am Nero, ruler of Xoria. Please, have a seat.” The woman gracefully settled into a chair across from Nero, her demeanor serene yet confident. “Thank you, Nero. I am Seraphina,” she introduced herself, her voice carrying a hint of melodious power. “I come bearing a message from the Valley of the Fools and a revelation about Letra.” Nero leaned forward, his interest piqued. “Tell me, Seraphina. What is this revelation?”

he demanded, his voice resonating with a mix of authority and wariness. The figure stepped forward, throwing back the hood to reveal a woman with radiant silver hair cascading down her shoulders. Her eyes shimmered with an otherworldly brilliance, reflecting the moonlight like pools of liquid mercury. Tigreal couldn't help but be captivated by her beauty, though he sensed an underlying power that hinted at something far more dangerous. "I am Seraphine, a guardian of the forgotten realms," she introduced herself, her voice carrying a melodic timbre that echoed through the night. "I have been informed by Xirza's messenger of your quest and the turmoil that burns within you."

Making her way up to her bedroom, Serafina got changed into a pair of sweatpants and a cotton crop top before lying down in bed, staring out the window and allowing the sound of the waves to lull her to sleep. Halfway through the night, she awoke with a gasp, her breathing uneven and erratic, staring around her in the darkness and feeling the presence of a being in the corner of her room. Turning on the light, her heart pounded at seeing no one there. Stumbling out of the bed, Serafina made her down the stairs and towards Alessio, seeing him falling off the couch with the blanket thrown on the floor. Grabbing hold of his hand, s

That the world had tried to prevent from existing. And I was beautiful. I was terrible. I was free. "Sera." I turned to my best friend, my anchor, the girl who'd chosen to stand in the dark with me. Seraphina stood at the apex of the ritual circle. She looked like a weapon forged from starlight and prayer. Skin glowing with incandescent purity. Angelic wings fully unfurled, each feather shedding sparks of white-hot mana that hissed against damp stone. Beautiful. Terrified. Loyal.