Serafina Novelas e Histórias

Leon Everhart’s feelings for Seraphina Arden were markedly different from those he had for Ava. To him, Seraphina was in a league far above Ava. Seraphina’s skill in managing tasks, her ability to navigate complex situations, and the unspoken understanding they shared made her indispensable. While she appeared unassuming, her keen attention to detail and capacity to maintain control were unmatched. Even if Leon were to marry, he could easily see Seraphina as his “second.” Leon had made up his mind—he would have Seraphina.

It’s just her. Seraphina.

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.”

The girl was still a mystery… but there was no denying something ancient stirred quietly within her. “She’s the one?” Carl asked under his breath. Maika nodded slowly. “Yes. the one who capture our Alaric's heart.” As Alaric led Seraphine to the head table, Maika stepped forward with a noblewoman’s grace and offered her hand. “Seraphine,” she said, her tone smooth but genuine. “We’ve heard much about you. It’s good to finally meet the woman who brought light back to Alaric’s eyes.” Seraphine blinked, flustered, then accepted the handshake.

After saying that Seraphina again vanished in the shadows. And Dakota understood that it is one of the members of twelve with these powers. The first member that directly come into his path was Seraphina, the master of disguise and deception. She possessed the ability to physically transform into anyone, making her a formidable adversary. Dakota understood that he couldn't let his guard down, as Seraphina could appear as a friend or ally, luring him into a trap. As he cautiously made his way through the dark corridors, Dakota relied on his heightened senses to detect any signs of Seraphina's presence. He knew that he couldn't trust appearances alone and remained vigilant, ready to confront h

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 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.

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?”

"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.