Seraphina Book Novels & Stories

"Is that Seraphina?" I let out a heavy sigh. "Yes." Seraphina is the only pup of a powerful elder who controls the western trade routes and runs heavy business with the Lunar Dominion Network. She decided she loved me a year ago and tracked my scent across the territory for six months until I finally agreed to run with her just to make her stop barking at my heels. It was fine at first. She could actually run fast and speak intelligently about pack laws during the hunts. But by the third moon, everything turned into a nightmare.

"Five armies are waiting for her at the borders. If you take her into the open, you are marching her into a meat grinder. The Midnight Eclipse forest is the only place where the terrain can slow them down." ​"Stop it! Both of you, just stop! Look at what is happening! An hour ago, I was a servant girl cleaning linens in a packhouse. Now, a civil war is starting because I exist! People are dying outside right now because of me!" Seraphina screamed, her voice cracking with absolute desperation as she stepped down from the altar. She looked at her trembling hands, the silver light of Selene still pulsing beneath her skin. ​"It is not because of you, little star."

Seraphina stood in the frame, her golden feathers dulled to brass, her braid half-undone, her celestial armor - the light-mail she wore when expecting combat - scorched at the edges. In her arms, cradled like a broken bird, was Celia. The servant girl was smaller than I remembered, or perhaps trauma had compressed her, folding her in on herself until she seemed child-sized. Her mouse-brown hair was matted, her gray uniform torn and stained with mud that smelled of the lakebed. Her eyes were open, fixed on some middle distance that existed only in the hollow where her mind had been. "She was in the eastern drainage," Seraphina gasped, her voice ragged with the effort of flight and healing. "S

Blood had always been Seraphina's companion since the age of nine when her life ended and began in one breathe. It's been twelve years since that night, but the memory was etched into her soul with a cruelty that time couldn't dull. She could still remember the frightening expression on her mother's face as she said her last words. She could still remember the thick scent of burning flesh, the searing heat and the malicious laughter of the demon who looked at her in the eyes, his eyes saying, "You are next!" Seraphina had been nine - Now, she was twenty-two, and the world knew her by a different name:

She practically glowed. It warmed my heart to see her look at me like she felt free for the first time in who knows how long. My lips curved into a smile, loving her comfort, urging her to keep telling me about herself. There was so much I didn't know, and I wanted to know everything about Seraphina. "I'm not human. I'm a sorceress and this ring binds my powers," she finally said, eyes glimmering again. And again, I was struck dumb by how fucking beautiful she was. I reached out to touch her hand, stroked around the ring, and felt a soft thrum of power. So soft I could have imagined it, but by the way Sera sighed, I knew I didn't.

"Then love will anchor them. Or they will rewrite the rules." My throat tightened. I returned to Hollowshade and entered their bedroom. It still smelled of cinnamon and wolf musk. I placed two leather-bound journals on their pillows. "For your stories," I whispered. "So you never forget where you began." As I turned to leave, a crystal in my palm flickered. One last vision. Seraphina, older, weeping before a simple grave. My name on the stone. She whispered, "She let the world forget her... just so it could live."

The girl asked, gripping her books tightly against her chest. “Yeah. Need to look for the office.” The girl gave her a small nod, signaling her to follow. “I’ll lead you the way, common.” Seraphina internally smirked in victory and thanked the stars. “So what’s your name?” The girl asked, her brown bouncy curls waving back and forth on her back. She wore a beautiful floral pattern dress which ended till her knees with reading glasses placed on her bubble nose. “Seraphina Smith. How about you?” She replied with the most possible polite tone ever.

And for the first time in years… He smiled. It wasn’t kind. It wasn’t cruel. It was satisfied. Because finally… Justice had teeth. — Meanwhile: Seraphina. She didn’t sleep. Instead, she stood at the tall windows of her sitting room, hands gripping the velvet curtain, heart a quiet roar in her chest. The gown was gone. She wore silk again. Soft. Black. A slip that clung to her like steam in a winter mirror. She should’ve felt powerful. She should’ve felt victorious.

she chuckled and I stared at her confusedly. "Seven hundred years ago," Seraphina continued,. "I was nothing. Just a farm girl owned by a brutal Alpha. He treated my sister and me like cattle. We were raped, beaten, discarded. My sister finally escaped into the woods and on her deathbed, after she crawled back to me, she told me she had found a man. A man she believed was a demon who offered her safety from a pack of wolves sent to bring her back. She died giving birth to that child... the child in that tank." My heart felt like it had been gripped by a cold hand. I reached up, clutching my chest as the name escaped my lips like a curse.

"I won't go to the castle with you and I won't train you Ember, but there are other ways I can help." Seraphina stood and walked over to a bookshelf and began searching through her collection of books muttering words out loud that we couldn't quite make out. I looked at Ember and she looked back at me with an expression of surprise. She seemed pleased that we weren't leaving quite yet. I smiled at her in reassurance, reaching for her hand and giving it a squeeze.