Serafina Novels & Stories

She answered. “What are those things and what can I do to get them back, please? Help me.” I wept hard. The moon goddess “Whom you just see is Seraphina. She has lived for age and all she does is feed on a werewolf’s intestine. She is a Kanima. A very rare breed. She tried to turn herself into a werewolf but it failed. And so she built others around her to become like her.” Upon hearing that I knew the mistake I made was of a lifetime.

A sickening crack came from there, enough to tell me that she was dead. “Kaden Caelthorn. I was hoping to reduce our audience but it seems the girl still has a lot to learn,” Seraphina said, stepping fully into the light of the Moon. She was completely naked save for a small scrap of red clothing that hung loosely off her arms. When Seraphina looked at me, anger flooded my veins. This was not family resemblance. She was wearing my mate’s face.

"Is that Seraphina?" I let out a heavy sigh. "Yes." Seraphina is the only pup of a powerful elder who controls the western trade routes and runs heavy business with the Lunar Dominion Network. She decided she loved me a year ago and tracked my scent across the territory for six months until I finally agreed to run with her just to make her stop barking at my heels. It was fine at first. She could actually run fast and speak intelligently about pack laws during the hunts. But by the third moon, everything turned into a nightmare.

Just marry the girl your parent wants you to marry. Just try to be happy, my love. I love you so much, Raphael. It's sad that it has to end here. I will always love you and miss you. Goodbye. Yours, Serah.' I cry bitterly when I finish reading her letter. She decided to leave me just like that. I must look for her. I must find my Serah and bring her back. She is mine and mine forever. I can't even imagine being with another girl. I will die first before that happens.

“It’s someone by the name C.T. Heart.” “Heart?” Carter echoed, clearly intrigued. “That is an odd last name.” Seraphina shrugged. “Most artists use an alias instead of their real names. Let me see if I can find more about them.” She tapped on her phone, and a few moments later, she froze, her eyes widening in recognition. “Wait… doesn’t she look like that girl I saw with you at the hospital? The one who was Sebastian’s friend from France?” As soon as the words left her mouth, Sebastian was at her side, snatching the phone from her hand. He stared at the image on the screen, his breath catching in his throat.

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?”

Her eyes glinted with a predatory light, and her lips curved into a dangerous smile. “Hello, Sasha,” she purred, her voice like silk laced with poison. “I’ve been waiting to meet you.” “Who are you?” Ethan demanded, stepping forward. The woman tilted her head, her smile never wavering. “My name is Seraphina. And I’m here to deliver a message.” Her gaze locked onto Sasha, and the smile faltered for a brief moment. “He’s not going to stop, you know. Ronan always gets what he wants.”

Tonight, Luca was finally going to make his decision with or without his brother Theo. Meanwhile in her room, Seraphina stood in front of her mirror, her hands gently smoothing the fabric of her gown. It was an elegant, deep crimson dress that clung to her curves, embroidered with intricate silver designs that shimmered under the low light of the room. Her long golden hair cascaded down her back, the strands catching the eight glow of the candles scattered throughout the room. She adjusted her attire, her fingers brushing over the delicate lace at the necklace, when the door opened without a knock. She was shocked that he entered because he could have sent someone but he never did.

A grin curved onto my lips on the realization that I'm about to be the strongest being on Dexo Fernia – and soon be crowned as their queen. Holding my double-bladed swallow on my left hand, I walked through the only barrier keeping me locked outside the coliseum. Emotionless I waited for it to be removed out of my sight and the cheers grew louder every second. And as the wood barrier was slowly removed, those cheers just grew even louder. "VERONICA! GO VERONICA! GO VERONICA!!" I held my head high when I was called. "Let's give it up... to the Herald of Dexo Fernia, the shadow assassin! The daughter of Hikaris himself… VERONICA!"

She’s no stray, she’s truly the Luna of Moon Titan. Seraphina stared up at Arielle, fury blazing. Arielle withdrew her blade and extended a hand to the woman on the floor. “Get up.” Seraphina looked at the hand as if it were a poisonous snake. She slapped it away, scrambling to her feet, her face a mask of humiliated rage. She turned to leave the hall, her training vest stained with dirt and her pride in tatters. "Luna Seraphina!" Arielle’s voice rang out, stopping her in her tracks.