Seraphina Is Back Novels & Stories

A girl branded as Luna-to-be when she felt like nothing more than a shell. When I finally escaped to my chambers, exhaustion weighed me down. I longed for solitude, for quiet, for a chance to drop the mask I’d worn all evening. But when I pushed open the door, solitude wasn’t waiting for me. Seraphina was. She sat on the edge of my bed, her posture relaxed, her gown perfect, her golden hair spilling like sunlight across her shoulders. That same faint smirk tugged at her lips—the one she’d worn since the moment Draven called everyone out of the room.

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

She was wrapping her fake, manipulative hands around my Alpha. That was the height of it. "Where is she?" I demanded Rowan blinked, looking at me like I had suddenly grown a second head. "Where is who?" "Seraphina!" I shouted, taking a hard step toward him, completely abandoning any attempt to sound like his stupid Luna. "Where is my—where is Seraphina right now?!" Rowan scoffed, rolling his eyes in absolute disgust. "Are you out of your mind? She’s at the Sinclair territory, obviously! Sinclair carried her back himself. Word on the academy wire is that she went into forced labor the second they got her back”

A sickening crack came from there, enough to tell me that she was dead. “Kaden Caelthorn. I was hoping to reduce our audience but it seems the girl still has a lot to learn,” Seraphina said, stepping fully into the light of the Moon. She was completely naked save for a small scrap of red clothing that hung loosely off her arms. When Seraphina looked at me, anger flooded my veins. This was not family resemblance. She was wearing my mate’s face.

Seraphina's POV “I am Seraphina of the Umbra Claw Pack, the last daughter of the fallen and long forgotten pack,” I began, my voice steady with purpose and quiet rage. “I give my name, my face, my soul to the shadows. In return, let me wear hers.” My voice echoed around the clearing as I enchanted the spell. I felt the wind still. The leaves stopped rustling. It seems as though the forest itself was accepting my words and we're in support of my actions.

Seraphina was habitual of people judging her, both physically and mentally. Seraphina walked towards her study table to grab her bag. "By the way, you're not a minor, right Seraphina?" Seraphina fisted her palms at her question. She knew she was trying to put her down. "No, I am going to be 19 soon," She answered, calmly while zipping her bag . Seraphina carried the bag on her shoulders and then tried to walk past her. "Stay away from him, Seraphina Miller. It will be good for you,"

I brushed my hand over his hair once, then stepped back. My body felt heavier than armor. My head ached. My eyes burned. I dropped into the chair by the window and leaned my head back. Just a moment, I told myself. Just a moment to close my eyes. When I opened them again, I wasn’t in my house. The air was warm. The light was soft. And Seraphina was standing in front of me. She looked as she had in the moments before she gave birth — tired, but still holding herself with quiet strength. Her dress flowed lightly around her, her hair falling in loose waves.

“Seraphina.” She met his eyes. “I survived the dungeon. I survived betrayal. I survived fire. I will not be undone by a few frightened priests.” Her voice was calm, but the mark on her palm glowed faintly beneath her glove, a quiet pulse of silver light. Elias saw it and stepped closer. “You’re changing again.” “I can feel it,” she admitted. “Every time I defy them, it grows stronger. It feels alive.” “Then you must learn to control it before they force you to.”

When she smiled, just slightly, his entire posture froze, as if he were watching a dream unfold. “Hence it is proven, Seraphina’s scent and aura are actually making her feel the things she’s lost touch with,” Aran’s voice drifted over, casual as usual, as he passed by them biting into a hot dog. “Only she can turn Luna Victoria back to normal.”

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.