Seraphina Collection Novels & Stories

Lucas was still in the healer’s wing, weak and silent. Good. The beatings had made a mark this time around. The doors opened and Seraphina strode in, a dark cloak trailing behind her. Her presence, even after all these years, still left a strange chill in the room. Her magic clung to her like perfume. Sharp and choking. “You’re early,” I said flatly, not bothering to hide my irritation. “I didn’t call for you.” “You didn’t have to,” she replied with that same syrupy smile. “I’m here to collect what you owe me.”

“Yeah. Let’s go.” Later that afternoon, after we had cleaned up the dorm, I was in my room studying for my upcoming Law of Torts exam when Seraphina came into my room. She was wearing a pleated pink mini skirt, a fuzzy white sweater, and white sneakers with leg warmers. She had a full face of makeup on and her hair was curled perfectly. “Oh my god, you’re not ready yet?” she said, storming over to me and snapping my book shut unceremoniously.

"It wounds my soul, Anna. And though it isn't safe for you to be anywhere near that man — he must know the truth. Perhaps the incoming war can still be turned away." Anna shook her head slowly. "I don't think Deimon is the kind of man who entertains reason. He prefers madness over logic. He abides strictly by the ancient laws, he believes everything must answer to blood." She exhaled, steadying herself. "But Seraphina..." "Rest easy, my dear." Seraphina reached out, pressing softly against Anna's palms. The shift in her energy was surprising—one moment she was a herald of doom, the next a comforting sister. "I gave you my word, and I intend to keep it." She paused briefly. "I'm not returning

Stay calm’ I said softly under my breath. A woman rose from her seat and walked towards me, her heels clicking like she owned the damn earth beneath them. Her lips were painted a bold, blood-red that didn’t do much to distract from how thin they were, or how fake her smile was. Her black hair spilled down her back in perfect and effortless waves. “I’m Seraphina,” she said, twirling a lock of hair like she was auditioning for a soap opera. “Daughter of Garret, Beta of BlackThorne. And soon-to-be Luna of this pack.”

Sitting there for a few moments, I whip out my phone, trying to get away from distracting thoughts of a certain grey-eyed girl, and amidst the scrolling, the sound of a rolling bottle rises and catches my attention. I lift my head just then, and I’m a bit taken aback by the sight that meets my eyes. Seraphina is standing at the edge of the curtains, gripping onto it with one hand. Stripped down to just her panties, her fingers hooked in them. And I trail a dark gaze up her belly button, past her lace bra, to her face, to see she has a glint of amusement—and mischief in her droopy eyes. “I see it in your eyes, you know,” she murmurs, smirking, “how much you want this.” She nods downwards, and

he added. No title. No explanation. Just she. I didn’t need to ask who Seraphina is unpredictable. You would never be able to tell her next move. Seraphina was already seated as I entered the hall. She was dressed in formal robes—white and silver—and her crown crooked on her head like she hadn’t bothered to fix it. Her eyes looked sunken, like she hadn’t slept at all. Because she hadn’t. I sat silently beside her, like I always did. But inside me, I couldn't stop thinking back to that day the high priestess met me at the garden.

Now I've put everyone in danger while I'm tied here to a chair with a power suppressor on my neck like a snake being entangled on a pole of its own poison. Despite everything that unfolded before me like a costly hurricane, destroying my entire plan and breaking my resolve; I didn't say a word to them. I became a stone because that is who I am, a lifeless soul waiting for a miracle or a storm to take place and destroy everything. I got to realize so many things these few days. Seraphina was working for Felix's mother, she had to do this to stay alive and to make sure that Felix returns back to the Pack to claim his throne.

"I'm not doing this to prove who I am. I'm doing this because I don't want any part of me to belong to fear anymore." Killian rested his forehead against hers. "I'll be waiting." "I know." Taking one final look at her family, Seraphina stepped through the silver doorway. The ancient doors closed behind her. When Seraphina opened her eyes, she found herself standing beside a peaceful river. Wildflowers swayed gently in the breeze, and a small wooden cottage sat beneath the shade of a massive willow tree. Laughter echoed from inside. Her heart stopped. "No..." she whispered. The front door opened. A little girl with long, silver hair ran into the yard carrying a basket of herbs. She couldn't h

I couldn't even hold her eye contact. "Seraphina. What have you done?" "I fixed it, Martha. You can rest now." I could tell she wasn't satisfied with my response. But she had not pushed. She just gave in to sleep with that same sad expression on her face. Now I stood in front of the mirror staring at myself and tried to remember everything about Victoria. The files Richard had given me to study that contained her mannerisms, her preferences, her social history, her personality. Including video clips of her talking, laughing, with friends, by herself. I had studied everything for four days, often testing myself to see if I now perfectly fit as Victoria.

The afternoon sun had climbed higher, warming the earth beneath their feet, yet a cool breeze continued drifting through the surrounding trees, carrying scents that every wolf except Lina seemed able to recognize. Seraphina walked toward a row of wooden stands positioned several yards apart, each supporting small leather pouches, feathers, dried herbs, animal pelts, and polished stones gathered from different parts of the territory. Beside them rested several covered baskets whose contents remained hidden from view. The trainees exchanged curious glances. This exercise appeared different from the others. Seraphina stopped before the first stand and allowed a brief silence to settle before sp