Serafina Novels & Stories

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."

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.

"All of you! Everybody! I have an announcement to make!" "Sera," Isolde had hissed, tugging at her sleeve. "Sera." "My name," said Sera, "is Seraphine. I am from Eastvale. I'm a distinguished gossip and I'm friends with everyone and loyal to no one. And I have a very long memory, and a very good eye for secrets." She had drawn a deep breath.

"Who... who are you? How did you get in here?" The woman offered a faint, compassionate smile, walking toward the low table. "I am Seraphina. Zayden and Lucian’s mother." Serena’s eyes widened in surprise. Zayden's mother. She looked at Seraphina, searching for the terrifying, unhinged cruelty of Zayden, but found none. If anything, there was an unmistakable warmth in her posture that reminded Serena of Lucian. "You look like you carry the weight of the entire world on those small shoulders," Seraphina murmured softly, taking a seat on the opposite armchair and smoothing her skirts. She gestured gently to the sofa. "Please, sit, Serena. You look exhausted."

Standing directly beside Kael was Seraphina. She wore a sweeping gown of white silk that flowed behind her like liquid snow, trimmed with delicate silver lace around the collar and waist. The silver wolf necklace rested proudly against her skin, glowing with a soft, comforting light. Her long dark hair fell in soft curls down her back. As she looked out at the massive crowd of wolf nobles staring up at her, Seraphina felt a brief flutter of nerves in her stomach. She was a human girl in a world of powerful, ancient wolves. For a long time, people like Garrick and Aurora had told her that she did not belong here, that she was too weak, and that a human could never be a true Luna.

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

“Margarette is a funny sort, isn’t she?” “Yeah.” She laughed too, “Margarette, you’re sensing the wrong vibrations. I’m just curious. Who is that woman Finrod’s with?” “You don’t know her?” Caeruleus was surprised. “She’s Queen Aera, the Queen of the elves and the sister of Prince Finrod.” She flustered. Why didn’t she see the resemblance? Now when she looked at them, she realized they had remarkably similar faces. “Come. Let’s pay our respects.” Margarette pulled them both.

, I said. "Yes. The only singer I love who isn't a rapper is Sia", she replied. After awhile, she stood up. "I need to find the female's bathroom now," she said, "I'll be back soon." "Sure."

It was the voice of the female dragon that was captured weeks ago. When Riven kept glaring at her without saying a word, Seraphina struggled against the chains holding her captive and pushed herself up. Barefoot and dressed in a tattered robe, she looked quite stunning. She stepped towards the gate of her cell and stared back at Riven, her eyes glittery and her face held up in pride. She didn't cower under the Alpha's fearsome glare.

Tall, dark red stilettos. She’s wearing a sating dress that clings onto her body perfectly, complemented by the dazzling jewelry around her neck and wrists. Her hair, her smile, her eyes, she looks incredible. I soon realise that she is not the woman I met last night. Something has changed, and her aura has shifted into something dangerous. Tristan’s body is still turned to me, but his eyes are fixed on Bella, with his lips slightly parted in awe. Her scent fills the room. “Miss Ward, please have a seat.”