Seraphina Collection Novels & Stories

The room had no clocks, no windows—just time melting against the walls, thick with scent and silence. When Sienna finally stirred from the bed, her body still humming from the night before, the robe had been replaced with a silk harness. Straps crisscrossed her waist, her chest, and between her legs. It wasn’t just clothing—it was ownership. There was a note on the side table. No signature. Just one word: *“Obey.”* She didn’t know his name. He didn’t ask hers. But he knew her.

And the children grew. Below me, in the courtyard transformed into a festival ground, Seraphina danced with her friends, her silver-white dress catching the lantern light. At eighteen, she was breathtaking—her mother's beauty combined with her father's intensity, and a grace entirely her own. Her light magic had matured into something extraordinary, not the destructive force Lyra wielded in battle, but a gentle, healing radiance that made everything she touched better.

She went back to the bed to move the sexy lingerie she was going to wear that night over to the closet, so that she could quickly change when they got back from their dinner date. When she picked up the bag from Victoria's Secret, she noticed it was already opened and askew. When she looked closer, she saw a piece of paper stapled to the lingerie. The oddity puzzled her, and she became quizzical. She then removed the delicate items and saw the handwritten note that was stapled to the expensive lingerie. Still confused, she read the note and immediately became frozen with fear.

Her eyes that were so soft and pained were now gleaming gold with feral madness. Suddenly, she pounced on me, raking across my chest with her claws before Rafael yanked me back. I was bleeding profusely from my chest and my tunic got stained with the blood oozing out. “She doesn’t recognize anyone!” Rafael yelled. “She’ll kill you if you go near!” I held my hand to my bleeding chest. “But I can’t let her be seen like this. If anyone attempts to strike that beast, they'd kill her.” Seraphina let out another deafening roar and turned her blazing gaze on us.

And I will protect it even from itself, even from the weakness that masquerade it as mercy. Seraphina stormed into the war chamber at dawn, her arrival announced by the crash of doors flung wide with enough force to crack the hinges. Her dark hair was wild, unbound and streaming behind her like a war banner, fury trembling in her hands so violently that small sparks of magic danced between her fingers. She had inherited my power but not yet learned to master it, and her emotions made the very air around her shimmer with barely contained energy. "You've locked the portals? Without debate?" she shouted, her voice echoing off the vaulted ceiling where tapestries depicting our family's victories

Maybe, just maybe, she can find some clarity amidst the chaos. Seraphina throws something on, a simple halter-neck dress and packs her hair in a messy bun, and leaves for the park. The sun hangs low in the sky, casting long shadows across the tranquil park. Seraphina sits on a bench by the fountain, her hands clenched tightly in her lap, her jaw set in determination. She’s been stewing in a mix of frustration and confusion since Alex showed up unexpectedly, and now, she’s ready to let it all out.

The morning sun was bright, but the air inside the Alpha’s private wing still felt cold and heavy. Seraphina woke up early, feeling completely trapped. The walls of the guest room seemed to press in on her, and the scent of pine wood and rain was so thick it made her head spin. She could not spend another minute staring at the dark gray furniture. She needed to breathe fresh air. She dressed in a plain, faded blue gown with long sleeves. She did not look like a princess at all. She looked like a common servant girl, which was exactly what she wanted.

Lost in the chaos of my own mind, I almost walked right past the east wing corridor. "Alpha Halil." The voice pulled me back to reality. I blinked, stopping in my tracks, and turned around. I had not even heard her approach. Seraphina stood a few feet away. She looked immaculate. Her sleek, black dress cut off right at the knees, tailored perfectly to hug her curves without looking desperate or cheap. A thin gold necklace rested lightly against her collarbone. She held a crystal glass of sparkling water, looking every bit the high-society lady she claimed to be.

Deep inside, my wolf howled. ‘RUN! This is all WRONG! But I could not control myself. In fact, I could not move an inch. Not until Seraphina smiled once more. Not the lovely smile she always used. But something darker. Blood streamed slowly out of her nostrils, and she wiped it with the back of her hand, looking pleased. “Good. You don’t need to give me any more opinions. All you have to do is exactly what I want,” she said with gleeful satisfaction.

Every answer he found seemed to open another question. Marcus entered quietly carrying another folder. “You should rest.”Elias never looked up. “Did you find it?”Marcus placed the file down. “I found everything we could access.”Elias finally raised his eyes. Marcus sat across from him and opened the folder page by page. “Seraphina returned to the country three years before Madam S appeared publicly. She registered shell companies under proxies, purchased small firms that later disappeared into larger structures, and slowly built her investment network without attaching her name anywhere.”