Seraphina Novels & Stories

She looked pristine in her silk emerald robe—the color of the Blackwood Pack—while I was on my knees, smelling of bleach and old shame. "He sounds… in pain," I whispered, wringing out the rag until my knuckles turned white. "He sounds annoying," Seraphina corrected, rolling her eyes. She stood up, tightening the sash of her robe. The movement released a puff of synthetic scent—Rain and Vanilla. My scent.

I know I’m right because when I left the Academy I had a stupid name aswell but I shortened it to 'Elle'; it fit me better and gave me a chance to rebel against the man who tried to own me. “No, my parents," Seraphina whispers. I almost choke on my piece of pancake. Flora starts rubbing my back as I wipe at my watery eyes and look up to see Seraphine looking down at her plate. She’s kind of cute in a young girl kind of way. The dirt has been washed off her body so I can see her milky white skin; her eyes are huge and thanks to the chocolate brown colour, they kind of remind me of chocolate, her hair is what sets her apart, though. I thought it was brown in the

His jaw tightened. He looked back at me. I did not know his face. I had never seen this man before in my life. But I hated his guts immediately. He straightened the cuff of his jacket, looked at me and said… "Hello, Seraphina. Been a long, long time.”

Seraphina was ten years old when she melt the powerful King Alpha . At that time, she was just a poor orphan girl with nowhere to go. Three months earlier, her mother had died from a strange sickness. Since then, Seraphina had been living alone. She slept in empty barns, under trees, and sometimes beside rivers. She begged for food when she could, but most people chased her away. Life had not been kind to her. That morning, she had woken up hungry.

"I've been watching you and Victor closely. Your journey has intrigued me, and I believe it's time to reveal the truth." My heart raced as I exchanged a glance with Victor. There was a wariness in his eyes, a flicker of caution. We had learned to be wary of those who sought to disrupt our lives, and this encounter was no exception. Yet, curiosity compelled us to hear her out. She introduced herself as Seraphina, a guardian of ancient secrets, and she claimed to possess knowledge that could unravel the enigma surrounding our connection. As she spoke, her words wove a tapestry of intertwined destinies, revealing a truth that was both astonishing and unsettling.

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.

Tonight, Luca was finally going to make his decision with or without his brother Theo. Meanwhile in her room, Seraphina stood in front of her mirror, her hands gently smoothing the fabric of her gown. It was an elegant, deep crimson dress that clung to her curves, embroidered with intricate silver designs that shimmered under the low light of the room. Her long golden hair cascaded down her back, the strands catching the eight glow of the candles scattered throughout the room. She adjusted her attire, her fingers brushing over the delicate lace at the necklace, when the door opened without a knock. She was shocked that he entered because he could have sent som

April 28th, 202X Today, I met Seraphina for the first time. She didn’t come roaring out with claws bared or eyes gleaming with inherited power. No—she glided down the corridor like a ghost born of spring. Her scent—gods, her scent—was something out of a baker’s dream: warm strawberries and sun-drenched cream, soft and deceptively sweet. It clung to her skin, her hair, the hem of her pale silk dress.

It wasn’t a prison, but it wasn’t freedom either. A quiet knock startled me. “Come in,” I called, my voice hoarse. The door swung open, and a woman stepped in, her presence so vibrant it was almost jarring. She had long, dark curls and an easy smile that immediately softened the tension coiled in my stomach. “You must be Seraphina,” she said, her voice light and warm. “I’m Lilliana. Rafael’s sister.” I blinked. She looked nothing like him. There was no sharp edge to her, no coldness. Where Rafael was all shadows and quiet menace, she was golden warmth.