Seraphina Book Novels & Stories

Seraphina swallowed, her gaze flicking past him. To Sarah. Sarah stood frozen, staring at Seraphina like she had just watched a goddess rise from the ground. Seraphina’s voice was quiet, but it cut through the night like a blade. “You tried to hand me over.” Sarah’s lips trembled. “I… I didn’t think—” Seraphina took one step forward, eyes burning now. “You didn’t think I’d survive.” Sarah backed away slowly, shaking her head. Seraphina’s wolf stirred again, whispering darkly.

Seraphina’s chambers were no longer a sanctuary. They were a command center, a web from which she would orchestrate the downfall of her enemies. She sat at her desk, a letter from Lady Elara spread before her, a slow, triumphant smile playing on her lips. The first threads of her web were already spun.

Their cries echoed as the light swallowed them whole. And in a quiet mansion across town, baby Seraphine slept peacefully in Elias’s arms unaware that the fate of two worlds had just begun to shift. …. Seraphine’s hands trembled as she turned the page. Her throat tightened, her heart pounding so hard it hurt. The words swam in her vision. Her mother… her father… the Thrones… She closed the book slowly, her reflection shimmering faintly on the golden cover. “So that’s what happened…” she whispered.

Its dark cover, adorned with runes that seem to pulse faintly beneath my fingers, emanates an uncomfortable energy. I return to the library with the book, but as I enter, I’m met by a sound that makes my skin crawl: Seraphina’s voice. She’s talking to Aria, her voice coming from the flames in the fireplace. “Did he take it?” Seraphina asks, impatience evident in her tone. “Yes, it's here. What do you want with it?” I interrupt, distrust coloring every word.

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"

I hope she loves you better than I was brave enough to. But if, by some strange twist of the stars, you ever think of me too… Know that you were loved. Still are. —Seraphina --- A tear dropped onto the page, staining the “S.” Seraphina wiped it quickly, scolding herself for even crying. “What would he do if he read this?” she whispered aloud. “Roll his eyes? Laugh? Curse me for waiting too long?” She folded the letter carefully anyway, sealing it with the wax crest of her house — even though she had no intention of sending it.

she whispered into Seraphina’s ear before walking away. Seraphina shook her head in disbelief. “Oh my God, friends are not to be trusted at all. I have to be careful with whatever I do.” Alexander squeezed her hand gently. “Don’t worry, Sera. No one will succeed in trying to separate us. Let’s focus on our studies. Our education is important too.” Seraphina nodded, feeling a bit more reassured. They returned to their books, determined to face their challenges together, both in their personal lives and their academic pursuits.

I breathe heavily as he pins me to the wall, his hands wrapped tight around my throat I could barely breathe. ‘You hear me, Sera? I found you first. I noticed you first! I fell for you first. No one else, I mean, no one should put their hands on you, because if they do, I swear to God, Sera, I'll fucking break their arms and legs and serve it to you to eat!’ He growls. Seraphina Puckett is the perfect definition of trauma. A walking trauma. She tries to navigate her life, trying to bring in sunshine but as the world is determined to make it rain on her, what does she do? Does she get beaten in the rain or walk through it? When her abusive father gets out of prison and is out t

I rolled my eyes with a loud thunder, “drink it. Now!” Slowly, the maids raised the bowls to their lips, their fear instantly outweighing their suspicion. I watched them all with satisfaction. All except one. You know who… Seraphina hadn’t touched hers. She was eyeing the bowl with a strange intuition. Of course. The freak always sensed danger. “You!” I snapped. “Why haven’t you drunk yours yet?” She raised her head slowly. Her eyes locked with mine without fear. “What’s in this, My Lady?” she asked without trembling.

Then, Seraphina came next. She was pulled forward roughly. The moment she saw Tara, she broke. “Tara!” she gasped, rushing forward the second they released her. She caught her before she could fall. Held her tight. “They should burn!” someone shouted. “Yes, burn them alive!” “Let them feel it!” “They brought fire, let them die in it!” The voices rose again louder this time. Seraphina held Tara closer, her body tense, her eyes wide, but she said nothing.