Seraphina Unordinary Novels & Stories

My eyes widened as glowing silver markings slowly appeared along my arms. Not the Luna markings I once carried. These symbols were unfamiliar to me, yet beautiful. The forest around me suddenly fell silent. Even the wind stopped, and the wolves nearby hid from me. Fear crept into me. What was happening to this body? The silver glow finally faded after a while, leaving me breathless against the forest floor. I stared down at my trembling hands. Seraphina wasn’t ordinary. The realisation hit me like a blow. And whatever power that was inside her, it recognised me.

A sickening crack came from there, enough to tell me that she was dead. “Kaden Caelthorn. I was hoping to reduce our audience but it seems the girl still has a lot to learn,” Seraphina said, stepping fully into the light of the Moon. She was completely naked save for a small scrap of red clothing that hung loosely off her arms. When Seraphina looked at me, anger flooded my veins. This was not family resemblance. She was wearing my mate’s face.

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 make sure they never forget it.” At the rear of the line, Eveline waited with her battle robes already fastened, a cold glint in her eyes. “They’ll call this madness.” “Let them,” Seraphina said. “I’ve been called worse.” That night, beneath a sky swollen with red stars, Seraphina stood alone in the temple ruins. The broken stones around her echoed with the memory of power, of blood, of prophecy. She placed her hand on the cold altar and whispered: “Mother, I’m not afraid anymore.”

Seraphine asked, her tone light, though something about the question made Elena uneasy. The table fell quiet for a moment. Elaine looked mildly annoyed, Rowan looked bored, and Kael seemed completely unaware that anything was strange. Seraphine's gaze lingered on the book before she smiled faintly. “I always liked stories where someone ordinary discovers they were extraordinary all along. They are unrealistic, but there is something comforting about them.” Then she looked directly at Elena. “What about you? Do you enjoy stories like that?”

The sky was the colour of old paper. Seraphina looked at her own hands in her lap. She had painted her nails the night before, a soft nude, because she had not wanted anything dramatic on her hands at the meeting. She had wanted to look like a normal woman. The kind of woman a stranger might mistake for a kindergarten teacher. She did not feel like a kindergarten teacher. She felt like a woman walking into a room where her own face might be sitting across from her in a different body. They drove to Hyde Park.

She pretends she’s ordinary. But she’s never been ordinary — and she’s never been alone. There’s always been someone. Always someone watching her, holding her, stealing pieces of her she never knew how to guard. Seraphina was the first. The elegant neighbor with sunlit hair and velvet laughter, who used to press sweets into Eva’s small hands and tell her she was beautiful before Eva knew what beautiful meant. Seraphina touched her face like she might vanish if not held steady. She kissed Eva’s forehead, her temple, her mouth when Eva was old enough to understand, and Eva has been craving her lips ever since.

Seraphina Sera pulls her feet up onto the comfy green chair, her hand still clutched around her necklace. She could have sworn it just jumped. That's absurd. The necklace is just a vial filled with powder. As much as she reiterates that detail to herself, she can't keep explaining away the fact that it's... it's been feeling weird lately. Things appear to happen when she wears it—like glimmering slightly when she looks at it sometimes, and she can swear occasionally it fills her with this sense of security, like that blanket she carried around as a baby.

she’d tried to run… Maybe my nightmares weren’t just ordinary… I was probably reliving a traumatic childhood each time I closed my eyes to sleep. I heaved a deep sigh, running a hand through my face. It was beginning to come to light now. Seraphina must have come across this entry, and if she did, it would mean she did disappear on her own. Was that worse? ------

she whispered into Seraphina’s ear before walking away. Seraphina shook her head in disbelief. “Oh my God, friends are not to be trusted at all. I have to be careful with whatever I do.” Alexander squeezed her hand gently. “Don’t worry, Sera. No one will succeed in trying to separate us. Let’s focus on our studies. Our education is important too.” Seraphina nodded, feeling a bit more reassured. They returned to their books, determined to face their challenges together, both in their personal lives and their academic pursuits.