Seraphina Collection Novels & Stories

A Mortal Muse. "You’re finally awake. Good. I hate harvesting from the unconscious. The flavor is so... flat." The heavy wooden door at the top of the stone stairs creaked open. Seraphina stepped down, her silk dress hissing against the damp steps. She carried a golden chalice in one hand and a long, thin needle in the other. She didn't look like the friend Aradaa had imagined in his dreams. Her eyes were hard, calculating. "What is this, Seraphina?" Aradaa spat, his knuckles turning white as he gripped the chains. "Where are we? Where are the boys?"

Seraphina Sera pulls her feet up onto the comfy green chair, her hand still clutched around her necklace. She could have sworn it just jumped. That's absurd. The necklace is just a vial filled with powder. As much as she reiterates that detail to herself, she can't keep explaining away the fact that it's... it's been feeling weird lately. Things appear to happen when she wears it—like glimmering slightly when she looks at it sometimes, and she can swear occasionally it fills her with this sense of security, like that blanket she carried around as a baby.

Seraphina adjusted the thin strap of her silk blouse and glanced at her reflection in the hallway mirror. Her long black hair flowed over her shoulders like a waterfall, her lips painted a bold crimson, and her almond eyes, sharp and unreadable, sparkled with subtle determination. ‘This man acts like I’m entering his circus... with him as the clown master. You’ve survived worse than this, Seraphina. Breathe. Just take him his damn coffee.’ she thought.

“You can’t keep running from this. You’re drowning, Selena… it may not be so obvious at the moment, but surely, you’re sinking bit-by-bit.” Selena’s sharp inhale echoes in the room, but before she can respond, there is a creak by the door of the inn. Both young ladies turn, and the world seems to hold its breath—a ripple in the atmosphere that precedes something momentous. The door swings open. Seraphina steps into the inn with an air that is both eclectic and regal. Her presence is effulgent, radiating a raw, dangerous power that none of her family members—neither Valentine nor Chloe, not even Dr. Percy—could ever hope to match. Seraphina embodies something far more ancient, more primal. Sh

"Seraphina, are you threatening me?" "No," Seraphina replied calmly. "I'm informing you." She turned to the laptop. "So now," she said quietly, "you'll have to face what comes next." She opened it. The screen lit up. Seraphina's fingers moved across the trackpad. Folders opened—one after another—until four video files appeared on the screen. She hovered the cursor over the first video and spoke calmly. "You know," she said, "when you commissioned the jewelry, we actually found it strange."

And there, in the place of honor reserved for the pack's leadership, sat Seraphina. She looked radiant in a deep blue dress that brought out her eyes, her auburn hair styled perfectly despite the early hour. She watched my approach with satisfaction barely hidden behind a mask of solemn duty. This was her moment of complete triumph - watching the last obstacle to her perfect life be eliminated forever.

Vexor in front staying close, his bulge rubbing on my pussy again as he moved, Kaelan at my side leaning in to kiss my neck, his tongue licking slow and wet up to my ear, the hot breath sending shivers down my spine. "Let's get this robe off, show us that body you've been hiding," Kaelan said, his fingers untying the sash of my robe slow, pulling the silk open to expose my lace bra and panties underneath, my breasts heaving with each heavy breath, nipples hard and visible through the thin lace, poking out like they were desperate for attention. Thalía whistled loud from where she stood filming, her phone steady in her hand. "Damn, Seraphina, let them have you, girl! This is gold!" Her voice

“I know enough about the human girl, Seraphina. I know her friends and I know how to find her weakness and how to infiltrate her group.” He finally looks at me again, eyes telling me that he’s actually considering it, though he remains severely doubtful. So I sell it. “Her most recent obsession is a book, one she took from The Obsidian Library, under the forbidden section of the Astria demons.” I blurt out. His features turn shocked and slowly morph into amusement before a slow smile forms on his lips. His interest finally piqued. He settles on the sofa, reclaiming his calm countenance once more.

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”

“I’ll just wash up and change as well. You can browse through my books to see if there’s any that we can use. If you can’t see any, we’ll go through my father’s collections.” Seraphine nodded, her eyes lighting up. I muffled a chuckle at the excitement on her face. Books, plants and healing always ignite that kind of look on her. It’s kind of endearing, if I’m being honest. But I won’t ever say that in front of her, or she would never let me hear the end of it.