Seraphina Collection Novels & Stories

"Clara, that's blasphemy!" "It's only a story," Clara defended, grinning. "Besides, didn't you feel it? The way the air changed when he entered? Like even God was listening." "You're impossible," Agnes muttered, though her lips twitched as if hiding a smile. Laughter bubbled up again, bright and dangerous, like children caught playing at the edge of a cliff. From her cot, Seraphine lay utterly still. Her rosary twisted tight in her hand, beads digging into her palm. She kept her gaze on the ceiling, refusing to be drawn in. But their voices crawled through her ears, tugging at the corners of her restraint.

She asked with a friendly smile, putting Annie at ease. Catching a whiff of the air, Annie couldn't help but ask in surprise, "You... you're a lynx?" Seraphina affirmed with a nod, "Indeed, I am, sweet omega fox. My name is Seraphina, the pack healer, but everyone calls me Sera," as she extended a welcoming hand to Annie. ""Now, both of you, come with me," Seraphina beckoned, turning on her heels and leading them towards a back room. As they walked, Annie couldn't shake the feeling that something was off—not a bad vibe, more like a tickle to her memory.

Aeron chuckled dragging up a nearby chair and sitting on it backward, we cant! Thanis growled she didn't desert the host she was drafted and ascended into the Seraphim Guard, she's the Seraphim of Mercy now and she's mated too, are you serious? dude thats huge! Ezera cried who is she mated to? The Seraphim of Justice he answered she even has his mark on her neck and their wings even match his are silver and hers is gold you should have seen her today she looked so badass she took down all of the King of hells army total cleansing

No stains, no smell…no sounds…just paper. Maybe it was harmless…maybe. What's the worst that can happen? She reached toward it and Stephanie slapped her hand. "No." "But—" "No." "I just want to look." "People in horror movies say that." Seraphina sighed and Stephanie looked away for one second. Just one and that was all it took. Seraphina grabbed the package. "SERA!" But it was too late. She had already torn the paper open. Stephanie looked ready to faint and inside was a photo album. Nothing else…just silence.

Seraphina swallowed, her gaze flicking past him. To Sarah. Sarah stood frozen, staring at Seraphina like she had just watched a goddess rise from the ground. Seraphina’s voice was quiet, but it cut through the night like a blade. “You tried to hand me over.” Sarah’s lips trembled. “I… I didn’t think—” Seraphina took one step forward, eyes burning now. “You didn’t think I’d survive.” Sarah backed away slowly, shaking her head. Seraphina’s wolf stirred again, whispering darkly.

A cruel, dangerous smile spread across her face. "How about we play a little game, Arielle." ***** Moments later, Seraphina stood before her mirror. Her maid Hannah gasped softly. “My lady… you look stunning.” Seraphina was dressed in a stunning, ancient gown of deep blue and silver, embroidered with symbols of old Stormclaw blessings. The design shimmered like moonlight making her look every inch a queen. “Tonight,” she murmured, adjusting the fabric, “history remembers who stands beside the Alpha.”

Several minutes later, soft footsteps echoed from the staircase and all three of us looked up instantly. Seraphina slowly descended the stairs wearing a loose cream dress, but the moment I saw her properly, guilt crashed into me painfully. She looked exhausted. The spark and glow she normally carried had dimmed completely and dark circles rested beneath her eyes like she had not been sleeping properly. Even the babies probably felt all this stress too. Lysander and I stood immediately. “Sera—” “Phina—” But before either of us could even move closer, Seraphina raised her hand sharply, stopping us instantly. “Don't!” her voice was warning like she could kill us if we dared disobeyed and her co

Seraphina stirred on the bed feeling uncomfortable and cold , she opened her eyes slowly taking a look around while trying to collect her thoughts and remember where she was , she tried running a hand through her hair but was met with a bun and she suddenly released why she was so uncomfortable , she had fallen asleep with her hair in a bun and her jewelrues on . she stood uo from the bed and walked towards the floor length mirror looking and her neckline and noticing the hickies that Jason had left on her , a small smile broke out on her lips as she took off her dress and jewelries while trying to forcing her mind to stop thinking of jason .

Get me some. "Our theme is the 'Goddess of Flowers' collection. I'll need to make some changes to the parts that are damaged. The only way we can salvage the situation is by fixing the outfits right here and now. There's no time for us to recreate the outfits. Hurry up and get me what I need." Seraphine knew that the more dire a situation, the calmer she had to be. She hated Clifford and Clarissa for stooping so low, but she also hoped to use her talent to destroy Clarissa's unattainable dream.

Liora leaned closer to me, her perfume light “You’ve been so generous with the new collection, darling. Securing that runway slot on short notice… Seraphina’s work deserves it.” “She deserves it,” I said, thumb tracing Liora’s knuckles. “Talent like hers shouldn’t be wasted.” Seraphina crossed her ankles, fighting the ache. I sent another text. Don’t clench. Feel me dripping out of you. Think about how I’m going to bend you over the first private corner I find tonight and fill you again. This time she read it under the cover of adjusting her seatbelt. Her lips parted on a silent exhale. When she looked up, defiance and desperate need warred in her eyes, she set the phone down.