Seraphina Blood And Ash Novels & Stories

"Why should I trust you?" I leaned forward, my own voice a near whisper. "Because we're the only ones offering to listen." Seraphiel lifted her head, her veiled eyes, now shadowed with a profound sorrow, fixed on us. "Very well," she said, a hard edge of defiance returning to her voice. "I will share my story. But when it is done, I will decide if I help you. And be assured, my help never comes free." A silent understanding, a shared burden, passed between Cassius and me.

As long as he can live, he can drain every drop of my blood. Axel's pupils constricted. During the famine that year, he had wondered why his soup tasted especially rich. It turned out to be Seraphina's blood! Axel snapped the notebook shut like it had burned him. What good did any of this do? It only proved that the Seraphina from before loved him, which made the current her even more hateful! They had such a beautiful beginning. She had promised him an eternity. How did she end up throwing herself at every wolf she met?

Seraphina’s scent grows stronger, and I follow it with haste. At last, I find Seraphina collapsed at the base of a grand staircase, her frail body nearly swallowed by the shadows. Her face is gaunt, her once luminous skin now sickly and pallid. Her hair, once a cascade of silken red, is now dull and tangled. “Seraphina!” I call out to her in desperation. She doesn’t respond immediately, and my throat tightens as I approach, calling her name over and over. When she finally opens her eyes, she coughs, and a trail of blood drips from her mouth.

Bianca, Mr and Mrs Kingsley daughter said and hissed. “No, it’s not why I am here , I mean yes, I didn’t get the job, I came here cause I saw someone ” Jasmine said quickly. Her eyes widened. Mrs Kingsley raised a brow. “Who?” Jasmine hesitated. “Selena ” Everything went silent. Mrs Kingsley stood slowly. “What did you just say?” “I saw Selena,” Jasmine repeated, her voice low. “She’s alive, She was walking down the hallway in Damon Williams’ mansion, She looked healthy ”

As if trying to hold her back, not destroy her. ‎ ‎But Seraphina was pure fury and she was trying to kill. They clashed like ancient gods. Her fangs sank into his shoulder as he shoved her into a wall. She bit deeper he flung her across the corridor, only for her to land and spring right back. Their growls echoed like war drums down every hallway of the mansion. ‎ ‎I tried to crawl and to call to her. But I couldn't move. My muscles locked up again, the poison stealing more from me with every second.

“Why? Williams, you’re a firefighter. Don’t you know how toxic smoke is? “I told you that I was pregnant, but you gave the mask to Leia. Now, you’re asking me why I had an abortion? Are you pretending to be clueless?” I did not want to look at him any longer. I was afraid that I might feel disgusted if I did. Williams trembled and tried to hug me. However, Leia suddenly held her forehead and started falling to the side. Coincidentally, she fell right onto Williams. He withdrew his hands and quickly supported her instead.

Her azure eyes stared at Benjamin's lifeless body, which fell before her feet on the ground. His soulless eyes were opened and were gazing straight at her, making Seraphina feel like her own soul had gotten tear apart from her. Seraphina looked at her clothes, which had tainted with blood. Benjamin's blood, her friend's blood. She was aghast. She had never witnessed something so inhuman and cruel, ever in her life. She was stupefied in fear, terror, pain. Her eyes were gazing at Benjamin's lifeless eyes, until she felt that presence coming closer to her.

It was about the girl lying in my bed. Seraphina. “Who were the guards who took her to the dungeon?” No one came out the first few seconds. Then two guards hesitantly walked toward me. They both fell to their knees, pleading, but I didn't hesitate. I snapped both their necks and they fell to the ground. “Everyone gets out.” How could a witch, one who should disgust me, one whose coven was responsible for the death of my mate, whose very blood should make my skin crawl, stir this kind of madness in me?

Small and moving carefully, carrying something in their arms. I raised the gun and stepped out, pressing the barrel against the back of their head. They froze immediately. Then I caught the scent. Familiar and unmistakable despite being mixed with blood and fear. "Seraphina?" She turned slowly and I nearly dropped the gun in shock. She looked terrible. Her dress was torn and covered in blood. Her face had cuts and bruises forming. Her hands were battered and bleeding. Her feet were bare and cut up from walking. And she was holding Cassandra, wrapped in a shawl against the cold.

Not with ash, but with snow. Seraphina fell to her knees. The mark on her hand still glowed faintly, fading slowly as the frost settled. The air around her shimmered with cold light. For a moment, she felt nothing, not triumph, not relief, only stillness. Behind her, Lucien reached the ridge. His breath caught when he saw what she had done. “Seraphina…” She looked at him, her face pale, eyes bright with exhaustion. “They would have burned until the mountains fell.”