Seraphina Novels & Stories

She kept her eyes on me. “You’ve inherited her memories.” I stood slowly. “Who are you?” The woman smiled faintly. “My name is Seraphina.” Cassien’s expression changed. “Impossible.” I looked at him. “You know her?” “No.” His voice was tense. Yet I have heard the name. Seraphina stepped closer. “I worked for Queen Lilith before your kingdom had a name.” My heart raced. “So tell me the truth.” For a long moment she looked at me. “You're asking the wrong question.”

"And you're going to be spending hours with him." "I've spent time with him before." "Not alone." Seraphina looked at her. For a moment, something flickered in her eyes. Pain. Anger. Perhaps something even deeper. But it disappeared almost immediately. "I'm not Sarah anymore." Seraphina reached for her coat. "I'm Seraphina Vale." She slipped it over her shoulders. "And Seraphina Vale is going to that site tomorrow to do her job." Vivienne nodded slowly. But she still didn't look convinced.

I close my eyes and take a deep breath as the darkness threatens to consume me. “Say present,” Petra says as she hands me my glove. I fight against the darkness. I was only in her mind for a moment, and my vision comes back into view. I look at Petra, and I try to formulate a question. I want to ask her about what I saw in her mind. I want to know who the little girl is. “Her name is Seraphina,” she says. “She was my niece.” “Where is she now?” I ask quietly.

I yelled back. I looked out the porthole. Seraphina stood on the back of a giant mechanical serpent, her violet scales shimmering in the dark water. She looked like a nightmare from the deep. Every time she swung her trident, a bolt of black lightning hit our ship, making the lights flicker and die.

Four years ago, I broke every rule in the book. I faced the Serpent Trial alone. Walked into that cellar knowing I might not walk out. Who'd have guessed the organization's most loyal soldier would turn his back on its head? I did it to save her-to save Sera. The woman I'd thought dead, only to find she'd run... run from me. Seraphina Mortez. The name lives in my mouth like ash and honey. Not a day passes I don't see the way light caught in her hair in our bedroom, or feel the weight of her hand in mine when we walked the mansion grounds at dawn.

The atmosphere of awe slowly transformed into something warmer. Hope. Seraphina noticed a young she-wolf sitting alone. She couldn't have been older than twelve, and a bandage wrapped around one leg. Seraphina knelt beside her. "Does it hurt?" The girl nodded shyly. "My name is Elara." "I'm Seraphina." The girl's eyes widened. "The Royal Healer?" Seraphina laughed softly. "Today, I'm just a healer." She carefully replaced the old bandage. "How did this happen?"

I turned keeping my tears in, and there she was, the same girl I saw in an embrace with him, she looked nothing like me, I could perceive her perfume, it was nothing like mine, her luscious ginger hair nothing like mine, and her impeccable bright blue eyes like Max's own, she was breathtaking, I am absolutely below her class. "Hi you are Luna, right?" she asked while I just stared at her wondering why she followed me "I am seraphina" At the mention of her name, all the sparks in my body went off, I have heard that name before, she was the girl they said was his love "I heard you are married," she said while I still remained quiet, slightly intimidated but not

Seraphina listened attentively as I poured out my story, my struggles, and my desperate need for answers. With a gentle nod, Seraphina began to weave her magic. She closed her eyes and murmured words that felt ancient and sacred, her hands moving gracefully as if guided by unseen forces. I watched in awe as the room seemed to shimmer with an ethereal glow, as if the very fabric of reality was bending to accommodate the mystical powers at play.

“You always have, and you’re already safe. You’re not there anymore.” I shook my head violently, biting my lower lip until I could taste my blood on it. “They stole everything… my life, my name… everything…” The truth wrecked me. I am Seraphina Montgomery, the missing Princess of France, stolen as a child, and forced to live a manipulated and caged life, when it wasn’t supposed to be the case. “I know…” River muttered, his expression darkening as he pulled me to an embrace. “And I’ll spend the rest of my life, making sure you get it all back.”

“I can’t be bad anymore or else the God of Death will toss me out and bring Seraphina in. And, I mean, obviously she’ll win because she’s the cutest person to have ever lived. But that’s very child-bride-y and creepy and I don’t want to do that to her or to Orion.” “Which one is Seraphina?” Anton asks, sounding a bit half asleep and drunk himself. “The littlest?” “Yes, my cousin,” I sigh. “Youngest daughter of Cora and Roger. Duchess Seraphina Lilianna.” I smile, thinking of her and how precious she is to all of us. Anton takes a deep breath, clearly thinking it through. “Well, you’ve got somethin