Seraphina Collection Novels & Stories

“No, Mathias, you need to listen to me. When I met Nevaeh, I was scared. I was scared of what I felt for her and what might happen to her if she entered my world. Since we’ve gotten here, you’ve experienced a variety of things that have shaken your world. But I have to tell you, you’re being an idiot.” My head snaps forward at his comment. Not a lot of people dare speak to me in such a tone. I’m Mathias Black, head of the Council. A centuries-old Seraphim who has killed legions. Giving Mikhail my most withering scowl, I manage to grit out, “I think you need to walk away, Mikhail.”

she says, rubbing her eyes and trying to sit up. “How are you feeling, Serah? And how is the baby?” Raphael asks warmly. “I’m okay, Raphael. Thank you for coming,” Serah replies with a tired but grateful smile. “The pleasure is all mine. I brought you some fruits,” he says, placing the neatly packed parcel on the bedside table. “Thank you, Rapha. Do you want to hold the baby?” she asks. His eyes light up. “Of course,” he says, carefully picking up the little one in his arms.

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"

The door suddenly opened. “Well, well, well,” Seraphina’s cold voice cut through the room like a whip. “What do we have here?” I froze, the papers were still in my hand. Seraphina stood in the doorway, her sleek black hair perfect, icy blue eyes narrowed with pure hatred. She stepped inside and closed the door behind her. “Stealing from your Alpha now?” she asked, smirking. “How low can you go, little human?” I quickly shoved the papers back but I knew she saw them. “This is Draven’s office. I can be here.”

He kept his hands behind his back, his eyes downcast. Seraphina moved to a side table and returned with a small, ornate box. Opening it, she revealed a collar. It was not overtly fetishistic, a band of rich, black leather, polished to a soft sheen, with a single, subtle silver O-ring at the front. It was elegant, serious.

A sickening crack came from there, enough to tell me that she was dead. “Kaden Caelthorn. I was hoping to reduce our audience but it seems the girl still has a lot to learn,” Seraphina said, stepping fully into the light of the Moon. She was completely naked save for a small scrap of red clothing that hung loosely off her arms. When Seraphina looked at me, anger flooded my veins. This was not family resemblance. She was wearing my mate’s face.

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.

They worked hand in hand, blending the wisdom of the supernatural world with the innovation of humans, to build a future where everyone could thrive. Seraphina, now a revered scholar and leader, continued her archaeological pursuits. But her focus expanded beyond the artifacts of the past. She delved into the histories and cultures of supernaturals and humans, documenting their shared heritage and intertwining stories. Her work became a testament to the enduring power of unity and acceptance.

The villagers began to look at me not as an outsider but as one of their own, and I felt a sense of belonging that I hadn’t known in a long time. As we looked out at the village, its people gathering in determined unity, I knew that we were part of something greater than ourselves. Together, we would fight for freedom, and I had no doubt that with Cain by my side, we could overcome any obstacle in our path. Seraphina’s footsteps echoed softly in the dimly lit chamber as she searched through the ancient scrolls and tomes that lined the shelves. The room was filled with the musty scent of old parchment, a scent that had become comforting to her over the years.

The woman behind the desk frowned deeply, her eyes widening in absolute shock as she stared at the two powerful supernaturals skidding to a halt in front of her station. "Wait, wait," the woman muttered, her voice shaking as she looked them up and down. "Oh... you are not one of these. You are not dead. I can smell life pouring out of you. So why are you here? Who gave you access to this place?" "Who gave us access to this place doesn't matter," Seraphina said coldly. She stepped in front of the desk, her ice-blue eyes glowing with a terrifying, lethal light that made the woman shrink back. Her voice was steady, but I could hear the desperate tremor underneath it. "We want her back. We came