Seraphina Novels & Stories

- Taehyung Kensington ------------- Name : Amelia Ashford ; Age : 21 With a heart as vast as the ocean and a mind as sharp as the keenest blade, Seraphina embodies the epitome of kindness, love, and unwavering strength. Her presence commands attention, not just for her striking beauty or effortless elegance, but for the sheer force of her personality—a magnetic aura that draws people in like moths to a flame. But beneath her gentle exterior lies a spirit forged in the fires of adversity, a soul as fierce as it is tender, unyielding in the face of injustice and unafraid to speak truth to power. Savage for those who were do badmouthing about her and her one and

Jackson nods to Jesse and Cora and Roger too, letting them know that he’s fine with them as well, though I can feel his anxiety about such a full room – more people than Marigold’s ever socialized with together at once, probably. But it doesn’t seem to affect Marigold at all. Instead, she looks with big wide eyes at Seraphina as she dashes over. “Hi, my name is Seraphina Liliana Sinclair,” Sera says, so quick all the words blend together as she sticks her arm out straight towards Marigold, offering the bouquet. “Mom says you’re just my age. I’m four.” “I’m four,” Marigold says, nodding too, a little smile spreading across her mo

As the dancing and celebration was going on, Seraphina sat in a quiet corner. She could sense that this unity was about to be put to test. She remembered how she had come to know about her powers and her involvement in the prophecy. Seraphina had sat at the edge of the stream. She was barely 25, an Omega of the DarkMoon pack. She always loved coming to the stream. There was a kind of peace it gave her. It was very cold, almost snowing but she didn't mind. She just sat there listening. The water had always spoken to her. Today it whispered warnings, names, places, and secrets. It whispered something terrifying.

he added. No title. No explanation. Just she. I didn’t need to ask who Seraphina is unpredictable. You would never be able to tell her next move. Seraphina was already seated as I entered the hall. She was dressed in formal robes—white and silver—and her crown crooked on her head like she hadn’t bothered to fix it. Her eyes looked sunken, like she hadn’t slept at all. Because she hadn’t. I sat silently beside her, like I always did. But inside me, I couldn't stop thinking back to that day the high priestess met me at the garden.

And the children grew. Below me, in the courtyard transformed into a festival ground, Seraphina danced with her friends, her silver-white dress catching the lantern light. At eighteen, she was breathtaking—her mother's beauty combined with her father's intensity, and a grace entirely her own. Her light magic had matured into something extraordinary, not the destructive force Lyra wielded in battle, but a gentle, healing radiance that made everything she touched better.

These days her instincts have become very sharp . “Ouch! Seraphina growled as she hit her leg on a boulder .Crouching , she checked her big toe. It was bleeding. The flesh is broken. “Oh , it hurts, she cried in agony.Is this a bad omen? Should I turn back and return to the palace? Seraphina was about to turn around when she heard sounds of footsteps approaching from behind. She quickly jumped to the other side , hiding herself behind a big tree. Seraphina peeped out a little. She could see the image of a maiden in a full cloak , dragging another maiden .

Yours — always a little too much, Seraphina

He left her with the books and the weak sun and the quiet of turning pages. Seraphina waited until the room settled. Then she slid one of the thin volumes closer and opened it to a page marked by an old ribbon. A small sketch lay in the center. A woman standing in a storm. Her hair moved like water. Her hand held a scale that balanced fire on one side and ice on the other. Beneath it, in cramped letters, someone had written a line. Mercy breaks. Balance holds. She read it twice and then pressed her palm to the ink.

“Really? You have a daughter? I’d love to meet her—” “You can’t.” The sudden silence that followed felt heavy. The smile slipped off Amelia’s face. “She’s dead,” Seraphina said quietly. Amelia froze. She could see tears brimming in the woman’s eyes. “Her name was Cassia. She died in a fire. I tried to save her, but I was too late…” Seraphina’s voice trembled. “She was beautiful, like you. Same hair. Same eyes. So kind… so innocent.” Tears slipped from Seraphina’s eyes, but she quickly wiped them away.