Seraphina Is Back Novels & Stories

Seraphina looked at Silas, her hand touching his gold-and-sapphire skin one last time. "I didn't die thirty years ago to see you become a puppet, Silas," she whispered. She turned and lunged for the Silver Alpha, her liquid-gold aura expanding into a massive, world-ending wing of starlight. "I am the original 'Heresy'!" Seraphina roared. "And the Queen is closing the account!"

But it was still a prison. And there—goddess, my heart nearly gave out—they were there. Seraphina sat near a large arched window, the pale light casting a halo around her worn figure. Her silver eyes still held that quiet fire I’d always admired. Bruises and fatigue marked her, but she remained regal, every bit the Luna she was—worn but unbroken. Near her, Deanna rose from a cushioned bench, eyes wide with disbelief and hope, while Elowen stood protectively close, as if shielding her mothers even now.

Hermes shrugged off the gesture and made a face. “Hermes!” his mother scolded. “Look, Brother! Here’s this stupid girl who stole my room!” Hermes exclaimed as he approached his older brother, who had just arrived home from school. Seraphina’s world seemed to collapse around her. Are you punishing me, Lord? Is this really happening? “Jayden! There you are. This is Seraphina. Introduce yourself,” Elizabeth urged. What????? Should I just bury myself here right now? Is this real? I can hardly breathe.

He frowned, his eyes narrowing at my sudden distance. "You don't look well," he said, taking a few steps closer. "Is it another headache?" "I'm fine," I said, turning toward the balcony. "I just need some air." Moonlight spilled onto the white stone railing. I pretended to admire the night view, but the past flashed through my mind. Seraphina, Austen's adopted sister. After being betrayed by her own mate, she had severed their bond with Austen's support and returned to our pack. Austen pitied her, doted on her, and even tolerated her constant provocations and challenges against me.

And it was even one of the most trending news in different social media sites. [Lost Princess of France: Seraphina Montgomery Returned After More Than a Decade.] “Fuck…” Eleanor muttered a curse as she dropped her teacup on the floor. “This is why we couldn’t find her here. River brought her back to France…” And they were calling Serenity by the name that they tried to erase. Seraphina. “Seraphina Montgomery is dead,” Eleanor whispered, still denying the fact that everyone already knew the truth. “We made sure to change her identity. We even lived away from France while making her drink medicine so it would be easier for us to control her.”

The world thinks Seraphina is the luckiest woman alive. A famous supermodel and married to Maximilian Thorne, the richest man on earth. She lives in a mansion and wears diamonds every day. But behind closed doors, her life is a nightmare. Her husband treats her like a toy he can break. His two brothers and sister treat her like a servant. Even his mother joins in on the abuse. She has no one. No way out. Until the new bodyguard walks in. His name is Killian Cross. Six years ago, Seraphina was his whole world. Then she ran away, leaving him alone to raise their baby daughter. He spent every day for six years hating her. He didn't take this job or hide his identity to protect her, he took it

"And think about it, has Ulfris ever agreed to help you in the way we are? Has the spirit ever once willingly given you what you needed without punishing you for asking?" I didn't answer, because the answer was no and we both knew it. "You carry a spirit that hurts you, refuses to cooperate, and will eventually erase you," Seraphina said. "And in exchange for giving it back to where it belongs, we will give you everything." She began counting on her small fingers, and the gesture was so childlike against the weight of what she was saying that it was almost unbearable to watch.

“I don’t want to remember this.” But the memories refused to disappear. She swallowed hard and forced herself to breathe slowly. She couldn’t afford to break down. Not now. Not when Amelia’s life was at stake. She had finally found her daughter again, and there was no way she was going to lose her to the same monster who had destroyed her own family. Seraphina pushed herself away from the door and walked toward her wardrobe. She pulled out a pair of trousers and a shirt before changing quickly. After brushing her hair backward, she gathered it into a tight bun, staring at her reflection in the mirror for a few seconds.

The word came out broken. He leaned closer and rested his forehead on mine. “I’m here,” he said. “I’m right here, and I’m not going anywhere.” I closed my eyes. The confession sat on the tip of my tongue. I’m Seraphine. I came back for you. I love you and I never stopped. But the mark on my palm flared hotter again and a sharp stab traveled up my arm and into my chest. I gasped. My fingers jerked in his and Rhydian pulled back immediately.

"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.