Serafina Mga Nobela at Kwento

It contains other important details of his future victim. Seraphine, a renegade assassin 24 years old female. 5’5” height 63 Kg weight. Black hair, Medium. Light brown skin tone. Lives in a small 2 storey apartment at Marikina. The target is highly guarded. Be careful, she is capable of all 6 techniques. Concealment needed is “Terroristic”. When he read the message, he knew he would have a hard time in this last mission but he have to do it to give up this life and start the dream life of Akira and him.

- 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

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

, Serena asked. She smiled and glanced at Arlo as if telling him to introduce her too. But he didn't even throw her a glance. What a pity but serves you right. She didn't hide her frown as she said “I'm Seraphina Madeira, wife of Arlo Madeira” One could tell she was a peacock, full of pride. “I see” was Serena's response. “What?” Seraphina asked with furrowed brows at Serena's indifferent answer.

And the color of my skin never hides when I blush so it's always hard. "What's your name?" Now he stood right beside me leaning on the basin and looking down at me. Okay, how the hell was he this tall? I looked like a minor in front of him. This was so unfair. And not to forget his deep baritone voice. It was so smooth just like butter. Ew Arabella really? "Arabella" I replied. He hummed before folding his hands and damn I almost swooned. I accidentally glanced at the tattoo on the back of his left shoulder. It had wings and it between were two initials.

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.

Stay calm’ I said softly under my breath. A woman rose from her seat and walked towards me, her heels clicking like she owned the damn earth beneath them. Her lips were painted a bold, blood-red that didn’t do much to distract from how thin they were, or how fake her smile was. Her black hair spilled down her back in perfect and effortless waves. “I’m Seraphina,” she said, twirling a lock of hair like she was auditioning for a soap opera. “Daughter of Garret, Beta of BlackThorne. And soon-to-be Luna of this pack.”

"Why... how are you here?!" "Why? Are you surprised to see me?" Seraphina stepped forward, staring directly into Juna’s eyes without the slightest trace of fear. "Of course I came looking for you. It's me, Seraphina. The poor college girl you defiled and whose future you destroyed in that nightclub room!"

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.

“At last, the king and queen of ashes.” Dante’s hand moved toward his gun, but Amara stilled him with a glance. “Who are you?” she demanded. The woman smiled. “Names are chains. But you may call me Seraphina. I speak for La Spira.” Dante snarled. “Then speak quickly before I silence you.” Her laughter echoed through the cathedral, chilling and melodic. “You silenced Lorenzo, yet here you stand—surrounded. Does that feel like victory, or illusion?”