Seraphina Is Back Novels & Stories

“Because I know it. You are lying to me. I’m not stupid.’ Suddenly, I felt a sharp pain penetrating my head. My body shook like there was someone pouring a bucket of rocks on me and I began screaming, falling to the floor. Images, laughter, and cries appeared before me. “Jeremy.’ the girl who almost looked like me ran across the sand in her dirtied gown. Jeremy looked at the girl with a smile. “Seraphina. What are you doing here? I thought you were playing in the garden.’ “Yes, I was.’ The girl named Seraphina replied in a sweet tone and stretched her hands with a bouquet. “Look what I got for Seraphim.’ “Wow. It looks nice.’ Jeremy uttered and wiped off dirt from his shoes.

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.

"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

Macy’s hand tightens around mine before I even turn. Seraphina stands a few feet away, one hand resting lightly over the flat of her stomach like she has already practiced the gesture in a mirror. She is dressed too finely for a casual walk, pale silk catching the light, her hair pinned perfectly, her smile soft enough to fool anyone who didn’t know her. Unfortunately for her, I know her very well. And she didn’t come here to stroll through roses. She came to bite. “Macy?” Seraphina says smoothly, her eyes flicking to her with surprise. “You're back? Look at me telling Lucius to do everything in his power to find you and get you back. Look at you.”

Seraphina woke from sleep with sharp breaths, her body tense, her eyes wide with fear. “No…” She would whisper it. Over and over again. Images she had never seen played in her mind. Fire. Blood. Screams. Darius. Falling, taken, lost. She could not escape it. Even in sleep. Sarah would hold her through it. “It is alright… you are safe…” But Seraphina did not feel safe. Not anymore. Nothing felt safe. On the fourth day, she spoke again. “I am going back.” Sarah looked at her carefully.

I looked up. Seraphina stepped in, a tray balanced in her hands, tea, fruits, small snacks arranged neatly like an offering. Her smile widened the moment our eyes met. “I couldn’t come back empty handed,” she said, walking toward me. “Knowing you didn’t eat your fill.” She set the tray down on the low table beside the couch. I leaned forward slightly, studying it. Every detail, every piece. She picked up one of the snacks without hesitation and took a bite. Chewing and smiling. “I never thought you'd decide to spend a day with me.”

“And make sure they never forget it.” At the rear of the line, Eveline waited with her battle robes already fastened, a cold glint in her eyes. “They’ll call this madness.” “Let them,” Seraphina said. “I’ve been called worse.” That night, beneath a sky swollen with red stars, Seraphina stood alone in the temple ruins. The broken stones around her echoed with the memory of power, of blood, of prophecy. She placed her hand on the cold altar and whispered: “Mother, I’m not afraid anymore.”

“Now I get to choose it again.” Sophia leaned against him. For a moment everything was peaceful. Then Seraphina came running toward them. “Mummy!” Sophia turned. “What happened?” Seraphina held out a small black book. “I found this in the old library.” Sophia frowned. “What book?” Seraphina opened it. The first page was blank. The second was blank. The third was blank. Then letters began appearing. Slowly. One by one. THE STORY OF SOPHIA IS OVER.

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.

Sera's POV Three times this week, my eight year old had very unusually called me Sera instead of Mommy. Each of those times, Vivienne was in the room, smiling that patient smile that irritated me so much. She is really becoming irritating to me, I must do something about her presence around my son and husband. Let me focus on work for now…