Novel & Cerita Seraphina

--- 🪄Seraphina🪄 The circle pulsed beneath her feet, an ancient seal etched into scorched earth, flaring red with each beat of her heart. Seraphina stood at the edge of the cliff, her robes billowing with the wind as her sister Lys clutched her arm. “You’ve gone too far,” Lys hissed, her voice nearly swallowed by the howling night. “Binding that beast was madness, but now attacking the girl again? She barely escaped the last time.” “She escaped because he interfered,” Seraphina replied, her voice like the sharp edge of broken glass. “And I won’t allow it again.”

"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.

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…

“Seraphina punished Reina, she asked her to do five hundred squats. As if that wasn't bad enough, she broke a glass cup on her head.” My fork slipped from my hand, clattering against the plate. “She did what?” Mina nodded grimly. I couldn’t believe it. My chest tightened as I tried to process her words. The Seraphina I knew was always calm, collected, and wise. She carried herself with the grace of a queen and the patience of a saint. I’d always thought she was gentle, loving even, especially toward Logan. She was the kind of woman who seemed built to rule beside a king.

Then, in that same quiet, almost-whisper voice, she said, “Seraphina.” Gage and I both went still. “Seraphina,” I repeated. I had no idea what to expect, but this was definitely not it. “Is that what you want?” She nodded once, shy but determined now. “It’s the name of a character in my favorite book. She’s brave and she has magic in her eyes and… nobody ever calls her weird.” The words wrapped around my heart and squeezed. I couldn’t help it, a soft, warm laugh slipped out of me. Gage’s low chuckle joined mine a second later.

She's strong for an old lady, I must say. "My child, who has inherited the fire-like eyes of the Goddess of fire, you will meet eyes with the darkest of green that will take you to nature, eyes with the darkest of blue that will take you to the deepest part of the ocean, eyes with the lightest shade of blue that shall refresh your soul, you are bound to have a journey full of hate, love, happiness, and sadness. Seraphina, remember this, you are the fated child of a God and was given to us. You who will end the misery of our clan, after thousands of years. They finally gave you to us." She said. I don't know how and what to react to this.

A grin curved onto my lips on the realization that I'm about to be the strongest being on Dexo Fernia – and soon be crowned as their queen. Holding my double-bladed swallow on my left hand, I walked through the only barrier keeping me locked outside the coliseum. Emotionless I waited for it to be removed out of my sight and the cheers grew louder every second. And as the wood barrier was slowly removed, those cheers just grew even louder. "VERONICA! GO VERONICA! GO VERONICA!!" I held my head high when I was called. "Let's give it up... to the Herald of Dexo Fernia, the shadow assassin! The daughter of Hikaris himself… VERONICA!"

"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,