Seraphina Collection Novels & Stories

Instead, she let out a disdainful snort, looking at Ziyi with a pitying gaze that was utterly revolting. “Postponing having children? Oh, poor Mrs. Collyns. So even until this very moment, your beloved husband is still hiding this bitter truth from you?” Seraphina opened her sling bag and pulled out a thick brown folder she had prepared long ago. “Do you think I would dare come here without proper preparation? Open your eyes and your mind, Ziyi!” Seraphina threw the brown folder onto the glass table, producing a sharp thud. “What is this?!” Ziyi asked, her voice catching in her throat.

This wasn’t anything close to Alpha behavior. This wasn’t who I was. “Maybe I should show you what it means to actually put the things that are most important before yourself,” Seraphina said, her voice dropping degrees to something colder, more dangerous. She reached to her side and pulled out a whip—long and wickedly barbed with spikes, gleaming in the dimming light. She wore minimal armor, just a pleated skirt and bandages wrapped tightly around her chest. I didn’t need my wolf instincts to tell that she was oozing with unbelievable confidence.

Shelves lined the walls, filled with the blood perfumes I'd crafted for him over the past five years. Each bottle contained my heart and soul. But at the deepest part of the shelf, in a temperature-controlled compartment, I saw a row of crystal vials I didn't recognize. I walked over and picked one up, my hand trembling. The label, written in ancient script, read: Seraphina, 1925. The next: Seraphina, 1926. A full hundred bottles. Before he fell into his slumber, he had collected a blood sample from her every year.

He set it on the table and opened it, revealing the collection of cream-coloured papers I had hidden for so long. The guards brought Seraphina back in, still in chains. She looked tired and wary. "What is this?" Her eyes moved between us. "These." I picked up the notes, my hands shaking slightly. "These are the notes someone has been leaving me. The ones that said 'soon you will be mine' and 'you belong with me'. Take a look." I held them up so she could see. Her eyes scanned the neat handwriting and her expression shifted from confusion to disgust. "I would never write this rubbish." Her voice was sharp, almost offended. "What kind of cringe nonsense is this? 'Soon you will be mine'? I soun

The wind moved gently through the rooftop garden. For a while we sat in comfortable silence. Then footsteps approached behind us. Seraphine. She carried a small wooden box tucked beneath one arm. The sight immediately concerned me. "What's that?" "A project." Never reassuring. Seraphine sat beside us and opened the box carefully. Inside rested dozens of photographs. Old ones. New ones. Some from the old universe. Most from this one. Hope gasped dramatically. "Memory scrapbook." "Album," Seraphine corrected. Same thing.

“We need to go.” Seraphina let herself be pulled away, though her feet felt heavy. Her gaze stayed on the old woman until they turned the corner. Nara was still watching.p Back in Seraphina’s room, the market bags lay scattered across the floor, filled with oils, cloth, and a small wooden comb she had bought on a whim. But her thoughts were far from their purchases. She sat cross-legged on her bed, staring at the wall. Her fingers traced the edge of the oil vial in her hand, but her mind was with that name.

Seraphine looked up. Her gaze was steady. “She’s moving to phase two.” Nina exhaled. “Then we stop her.” A pause. Seraphine turned her phone face-down. “No.” Nina frowned. “No?” Seraphine stood slowly. Walked toward the rack where the red collection hung. Untouched. Unbought. For now. “Let her build it,” she said quietly. Nina stared. “You’re letting her drag your name through the mud?” Seraphine’s fingers brushed the fabric again.

SERAPHINA POV Hi, let me introduce myself my name is Seraphina Amara Wolfe or Sera for short, I have just turned 18 and I am a werewolf. I have fire red hair, blue eyes that turn gold when my wolf Lilith come to the front. I'm not very tall at around 5'2, I am quite slim as I have been living on the run since I was 3 and haven't been getting enough food, I find just enough to survive if that's what life is. I can't tell you anything about my parents or what pack I was from, as I have no memory of them. I lived with a human family for a little while when I was 8 but once I shifted at 10 which hurt, they got scared and threw me out, I was just lucky they didn't kill me which I hear they do to

Damien plugged the drive into his holopad and frowned. “Siberia,” he muttered. “Of course.” Ava narrowed her eyes. “This place Project Nephilim it’s not a lab. It’s a womb.” Seraphina was no longer just a prototype. Her pod had drained. She now stood upright, dressed in a thin, silver gown that shimmered like liquid mercury. Her hair fell in wet curls past her shoulders, and her eyes unnaturally large and silver-flecked glowed faintly even in the dark.

In her past life, Seraphina (Sera) starling was used as human meat-shield fodder during the zombie/mutant apocalypse by her greedy ex-fiancé and her manipulative stepsister. After dying a brutal death, she opens her eyes—waking up 30 days before the apocalypse on the exact day she was supposed to sign over her inherited billionaire estate to her ex. This time, she awakens an ancient Spatial Dimensional Ring with an Infinite Storage & Duplication System. Armed with 30 days, billions in liquid cash, and zero mercy, Sera liquidates her enemies' assets, hoards millions of tons of food, weapons, and medical supplies, and builds an impenetrable fortress base. When the world ends and her betrayers