Seraphina Book Novels & Stories

The kitchen air felt heavy, thick with the scent of lye and the lingering trace of Caleb’s cedar-scented warning. I stood there, my fingers still tingling from the silver vial he’d dropped, when the heavy oak doors creaked. Seraphina drifted in, her nightgown trailing like a shroud. She wasn’t wearing the diamonds now, but the predatory gleam in her eyes was brighter than any gemstone. She held a crystal goblet filled with a shimmering, amber liquid.

Seraphina was ten years old when she melt the powerful King Alpha . At that time, she was just a poor orphan girl with nowhere to go. Three months earlier, her mother had died from a strange sickness. Since then, Seraphina had been living alone. She slept in empty barns, under trees, and sometimes beside rivers. She begged for food when she could, but most people chased her away. Life had not been kind to her. That morning, she had woken up hungry.

Is this the moon goddess’s way of punishing me for killing my own fated mate? Isn't cursing my pack not enough? Gently, I shift her hands, placing them properly over her belly. I walk back to my study, keeping my movements quiet. My fingers trace the familiar lock on the shelf. It opens, revealing what I’ve been keeping hidden. I wouldn't want anyone to see how I've been piling up every single publication Seraphina made ever since she was ten. For seven years now, I think. My hands linger over the spines, brushing over the pages as if I could absorb a part of her life through touch alone.

that night when I was betrayed by people I called my family. The storm still raged beyond the walls, with rain lashing down and thunder rolling low. Yet the pack grounds below glowed with light. Torches burned. Wolves moved. Life went on, loud and relentless, refusing to pause for grief or tension or unresolved history. Soon, I thought. “Soon.” “Soon what?” I turned sharply and found Seraphine standing in the doorway. She had changed from her gown to something else.. She wore a deep purple robe that was wrapped around her, the color looked really rich against her olive skin, the fabric looked soft and loose in a way that felt intimate without trying.

Nyra’s POV Seraphina made the sound of a dragon thoroughly pleased that fate had finally stopped teasing and started providing an audience. ‘Good,’ she said. ‘Let the intruders learn what happens when they disturb my morning.’ Her pride was so absurdly timed that if I had not been terrified, I might have laughed. Instead I yanked my last boot on and said aloud, “This is not the time for your vanity.”

Sitting there for a few moments, I whip out my phone, trying to get away from distracting thoughts of a certain grey-eyed girl, and amidst the scrolling, the sound of a rolling bottle rises and catches my attention. I lift my head just then, and I’m a bit taken aback by the sight that meets my eyes. Seraphina is standing at the edge of the curtains, gripping onto it with one hand. Stripped down to just her panties, her fingers hooked in them. And I trail a dark gaze up her belly button, past her lace bra, to her face, to see she has a glint of amusement—and mischief in her droopy eyes. “I see it in your eyes, you know,” she murmurs, smirking, “how much you want this.” She nods downwards, and

“And that's normal, Kaelos. All parents-to-be feel that way. That's why we're going to learn together. Prepare ourselves as best we can.” I looked at the pile of books again, then at Seraphina's hopeful face, and finally gave in with a long sigh. “Okay,” I said, sitting down next to her. “But I want my coffee first.” “I already got it,” she pointed to the mug that was already prepared on the coffee table—right next to the first book we were going to read. Of course. Seraphina picked up the first book—“The Alpha Parent's Guide”—and opened it with an enthusiasm that reminded me of when she was learning her Luna duties.

Persephone winked “Guys I wrote the letter already” Seraphina confessed and Persephone g@sped She couldn’t bring herself to confess to Jove so she wrote him a letter “I hope it gets to him,,I didn’t add my name though,,but since I wrote it,,I feel so happy” Seraohina smiled “I can’t wait to get out of this place,honestly” Persephone said “In a month girl,in a month we will be free” Seraphina said

Seraphina listened attentively as I poured out my story, my struggles, and my desperate need for answers. With a gentle nod, Seraphina began to weave her magic. She closed her eyes and murmured words that felt ancient and sacred, her hands moving gracefully as if guided by unseen forces. I watched in awe as the room seemed to shimmer with an ethereal glow, as if the very fabric of reality was bending to accommodate the mystical powers at play.

Lucia deserved this and more and if there was a way to inflict worse pain on her, I would do it. Lucia soon fell to the ground, spraining her ankle as she sat upright and burst into tears. “Why are you doing this? To hell with you and whatever that you call peace…”Seraphina snarled at her and before I could process things, Seraphina stomped on the gifts that she had gotten. She stomped so badly on it that it felt like all the emotions that she had hidden in her were being let out. Tears streamed down her face as she crushed the expensive gifts underfoot, cussing at the same time. “Damn you and this horrible gift of yours”