Seraphina Blood And Ash Novels & Stories

Serafina Pov. Mira’s eyes darted to the door behind her, the whole place silent. She counted to three. One… Two… Three… I was beginning to get nervous. Then she leaned in so close I could feel her breath hot against my ears. “The debt”. She whispered. “What about it?”. I asked anxiously. “It wasn’t random, Sera.” My heart dropped My face is still. “What do you mean?” “Eli didn’t just borrow from the Crown.” She pulled back just enough to look me in the face. “Someone handed him the gold. Someone who knew exactly what clause it would trigger.”

Seraphina’s POV I let put a deep breath the moment the door clicked shut, the silence in the bedroom became absolute. I felt an intense, burning anger vibrating through my entire body, so strong that it made my veins feel hot. I walked over to the vanity table and gripped the edges, staring at my reflection in the mirror. *Why am I so angry?* The question echoed in my mind, confusing my assassin brain. I wasn't Evelyn. I was Seraphina Umbra. I was a trained killer sent here by the Rogue King to destroy this man and his pack. I had never met Evelyn when she was alive, and I had certainly never experienced Soren’s past cruelty firsthand.

Blood splattered. Seraphina let out a piercing scream.

Mikhail and Azazel reach Nevaeh and wrap their arms around her, their faces contorted with sorrow. “Nevaeh baby, oh my god.” I hear Azazel and Mikhail call out with a horrified cry. As if in a trance, Nevaeh finally looks at Mikhail, a sad, shocked look in her tearful eyes. Holding her bloody palms out, she robotically mutters. “She did it for me. She’s dead because of me. Lukan said I was having a baby, and Cassia traded her life for ours.”

“That sounds perfect.” That night, the Pack’s celebration sounded faint in the distance—music, laughter, and howls carried on the wind. But in our room, everything was quiet. Peaceful. Seraphina fell asleep first, her breathing steady and calm. I stayed awake, my hand resting on her belly. Beneath my palm, I felt soft, trembling movements—like whispers from the future. Two tiny sparks of life that would one day carry my blood, my legacy, and perhaps my stubbornness.

As I crashed to the ground, carefully shoving Seraphina out of harm’s way, her piercing scream was the last thing I heard, before I blacked out, my hand falling to the spot the bullet had slammed into. ----

“Selene bound me to him. Not by fate. By force. Black magic and she is his true mate. They will just use me as a sacrifice in their struggle for power. They still dont know my identity or else they will bleed me to death. I want to sever my fake bond as well as destroy their true mate bond.” “And do you want him back?” Noira asked. Seraphina blinked. “I want to be free of him and also free him. Whether he chooses me after that… doesn’t matter.” “A lie,” the witch said. “But one you’ll believe soon enough.” The ritual was old. Blood drawn from Seraphina’s palm. A sliver of Kaelion’s hair—stolen from his pillow—burned into ash. Salt, bone dust, moonwater. The fire roared unnaturally, gold one

Time seemed to slow as Seraphina lunged for her, and Sasha acted on instinct, plunging the blade forward. The moment the dagger made contact, a blinding light filled the room, accompanied by a deafening roar. Sasha was thrown back, her head hitting the floor as the world spun around her. When the light faded, she opened her eyes to see Seraphina kneeling on the ground, clutching her chest. Blood seeped through her fingers, but her eyes burned with fury. “This isn’t over,” Seraphina spat, her voice trembling with rage. “You can’t escape what’s coming.”

Celene frowns, “Where’s the boy?” I drop the glass on the table beside me. “You mean my son?” “Show me this child you ensnared my son with!” She snaps, and my face turns ugly. I glance at the side table near the wall. There’s a crystal pitcher of water waiting for the right moment. Celene continues, “How dare you?! Lucien will tire of you. Men always do when novelty wears thin. Asher, however—” I move before she finishes the sentence. I take the pitcher and pour it down on them. The water spills over Seraphina first. Her hair darkens, her makeup runs, and her scream pierces the hall.

She scans the things and put them into the bag, she didn't even look at who that person was only when he said something strange. "So you are her daughter" Sera frowned and looked at the old man, who was grinning at her. "Excuse me?" She asked. "What's your name?" He asked her with that same smile. Sera awkwardly smiled, she doesn't want to sound rude. So she just answered "Seraphina William" That old man pouted, "Seraphina William?... not Robertson? So you took after your mother that's good, she was a lot better for that punk"