Seraph Dazzlegarden Novels & Stories

But my chest still burned when I saw him across the hall, standing too close to the shadows, looking like he carried the weight of ten kingdoms. And so, when Serafina’s birthday arrived, I went into the garden party already brittle. The gardens had been transformed into a fairytale wonderland. Canopies draped in fairy lights glowed like captured stars, chandeliers swayed above the dance floor, and roses—thousands of roses—perfumed the air until it was sickly sweet. Serafina shone at the center of it all, a porcelain doll wrapped in pink satin, soaking in the adoration.

Seraphina’s voice was a cold breeze. Aradaa ducked into the Garden of Whispers. The lilies were dying. Their white petals were turning black, curling up as if the air itself was poison. He scrambled behind a stone bench. "I know you're in here, little bird." The voice was right behind him. Aradaa spun. Seraphina stood on top of the bench. She held the Lunar Dagger. The blade was dripping. Not with red, but with a glowing, amethyst liquid that hissed when it hit the ground.

"But let's see how you handle this." She pulled out a dagger. Ornate, glowing with the same silver light. And drove it into her own chest. Blood poured out. Silver blood. It hit the floor and ignited. Not white like Lyra's. Silver and black. The flames spread. Rose, formed their own crown. Twisted, dark, a mockery of Lyra's Crownfire. Seraphine stood with the dagger still in her chest. Smiling through the pain. Her own crown hovering above her head.

"Cause baby, everything you are~ Is everything I need~ you're everything to me~ Baby every single part~ is who you're meant to be~ And you're everything I need~" Her eyes start to redden as she looks him in the eyes. All of the audience turns deadly silence inside the hall. Like they were watching an emotional movie. Hazel divert her eyes away and sing again. "You can say I'm wrong~ you can turn your back against me~" Alan sing "But I am here to stay~" Hazel stands up and facing the audience with her almost cry face.

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.

The garden smelled of earth and lilys, a small rebellion against the dark stone that dominated Ravencrest. Celeste sat cross-legged on the soft flower bed, the cool grass and petals brushing against her bare ankles. Seraphine sat opposite her, their knees almost touching, the late afternoon sunlight filtering through the winter roses and casting dappled silver patterns across their faces. Seraphine’s sharp amber eyes were calm, focused. “We try again. This time, we control it. Don’t let the vision pull you under. Clone it. Make people feel it, but not overwhelming. You guide the power, Celeste. It doesn’t guide you.”

Kaelor demanded, grabbing the warrior by his leather chest-plate, his golden eyes burning with an intense, royal wrath. ​"Dead at the outer breach, Your Majesty! The wolfless abominations and the black-veined beasts cut him down before we could sound the horn! The alliance is burning everything!" the warrior sobbed ​"They aren't burning anything else today," Seraphina said, stepping past Kaelor, her woolen hood falling back to reveal her silver-tinted hair. The dual hearts in her chest were vibrating with such force that the falling snow around her turned to a shimmering, silver mist before it could touch her skin.

"Dammit! Seraphina!" Seraphina didn't hesitate. She leapt into the air, her red and silver aura trailing behind her like a comet. "Step away from my daughter!" she commanded, her voice vibrating with authority. She brought her glowing hand down, casting a bolt of pure divine wrath that struck the brute dead-on. The creature shrieked as it disintegrated into nothingness. Luna gasped, sweating from the exertion of holding back the magical traps. "Thanks, Mom. That was... a little too close."

Seraphina's POV “I am Seraphina of the Umbra Claw Pack, the last daughter of the fallen and long forgotten pack,” I began, my voice steady with purpose and quiet rage. “I give my name, my face, my soul to the shadows. In return, let me wear hers.” My voice echoed around the clearing as I enchanted the spell. I felt the wind still. The leaves stopped rustling. It seems as though the forest itself was accepting my words and we're in support of my actions.

Aria jerked her head toward the sound—and froze. Her mother stumbled into view. Not radiant. Not ethereal. Not the glowing goddess she had appeared to be in the throne room memory. This Seraphine was shaken, wild-eyed, limping as she clutched a bundled cloth to her chest—a bundle that glowed faintly from within, as if a heartbeat of pure magic pulsed inside it. Aria’s own pulse stuttered. A baby. Her. Seraphine was splattered with soot, hair tangled and damp with sweat, breath coming in ragged sobs as she staggered down the corridor. A faint trail of silver blood dripped from her arm, staining the stone floor behind her.