Seraphina Unordinary Novels & Stories

Seraphina adjusted the thin strap of her silk blouse and glanced at her reflection in the hallway mirror. Her long black hair flowed over her shoulders like a waterfall, her lips painted a bold crimson, and her almond eyes, sharp and unreadable, sparkled with subtle determination. ‘This man acts like I’m entering his circus... with him as the clown master. You’ve survived worse than this, Seraphina. Breathe. Just take him his damn coffee.’ she thought.

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.

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.

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.

“You can’t keep running from this. You’re drowning, Selena… it may not be so obvious at the moment, but surely, you’re sinking bit-by-bit.” Selena’s sharp inhale echoes in the room, but before she can respond, there is a creak by the door of the inn. Both young ladies turn, and the world seems to hold its breath—a ripple in the atmosphere that precedes something momentous. The door swings open. Seraphina steps into the inn with an air that is both eclectic and regal. Her presence is effulgent, radiating a raw, dangerous power that none of her family members—neither Valentine nor Chloe, not even Dr. Percy—could ever hope to match. Seraphina embodies something far more ancient, more primal. Sh

No one answered. A heavy, suffocating pause followed. Then Caden turned— And walked out. My parents followed, their movements stiff, uncoordinated, like sleepwalkers being pulled toward something inevitable. I went with them. The pull of this unraveling… I couldn’t look away. The pack infirmary was brightly lit, sterile, untouched by death. Seraphina was there. Alive. Unharmed. Safe. She had claimed “shock” and refused to leave. Of course she had.

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.

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 forest but it's actually a deep

she chuckled and I stared at her confusedly. "Seven hundred years ago," Seraphina continued,. "I was nothing. Just a farm girl owned by a brutal Alpha. He treated my sister and me like cattle. We were raped, beaten, discarded. My sister finally escaped into the woods and on her deathbed, after she crawled back to me, she told me she had found a man. A man she believed was a demon who offered her safety from a pack of wolves sent to bring her back. She died giving birth to that child... the child in that tank." My heart felt like it had been gripped by a cold hand. I reached up, clutching my chest as the name escaped my lips like a curse.