Seraphina Unordinary Novels & Stories

Lucia deserved this and more and if there was a way to inflict worse pain on her, I would do it. Lucia soon fell to the ground, spraining her ankle as she sat upright and burst into tears. “Why are you doing this? To hell with you and whatever that you call peace…”Seraphina snarled at her and before I could process things, Seraphina stomped on the gifts that she had gotten. She stomped so badly on it that it felt like all the emotions that she had hidden in her were being let out. Tears streamed down her face as she crushed the expensive gifts underfoot, cussing at the same time. “Damn you and this horrible gift of yours”

Leon Everhart appeared at her door and knocked lightly, "Seraphina, why aren’t you eating?" Startled, Seraphina immediately stood up, "Good afternoon, Mr. Everhart. I’ll go in just a moment." Leon Everhart smiled, "Let’s go together." Seraphina shut down her computer, locking the office door as she stepped out. Her careful, meticulous approach always set her apart from others. Seraphina’s sense of despondency didn’t last long. Leon Everhart always had a steady flow of work to keep her distracted from sorrow. Soon enough, Seraphina was back to her routine of leaving early, returning late, barely pausing for a moment. By the time she got home, she would collapse on her bed like a worn-out dog,

Seraphina’s POV The sun was rising, pale gold bleeding through the heavy curtains of the packhouse, painting light across stone and shadow. Yet to Seraphina, the world was colorless and cold. She sat by the mirror, brushing her dark hair with calm, practiced strokes. Her movements were fluid, elegant—every bit the perfect Luna in the making. But behind her eyes? A scream echoed—endless, raw, caged. The door creaked open. “Seraphina,” came the familiar voice. Smooth as velvet like poison wrapped in silk.

Chapter 7: Lysandra’s False Crown Seraphine’s POV I woke up to the sound of bells ringing through the pack house. They were loud and insistent, the kind that called everyone to the central square. I dressed quickly in the black dress they had given me, the dress made me look more like a witch than ever. My fingers shook as I tied the laces. Why now? What is Lysandra up to? I had seen her watching me these past days, her smiles too sweet, her eyes too sharp.

As though the word freak had died somewhere on the field with the creatures that had chased her. And her eyes… They were not gold. They were pure cerulean blue. Not pale. Not diluted. Bright and striking enough that the sight of them hit me right under the ribs. Seraphina. Present still. Not outwardly unfurled, but there in the aftermath, visible in the one detail that made Nyra look unlike anything the field had ever seen and yet more fully herself at the same time.

It was drizzling, and many people were seen with umbrellas while others used their bags to shield their heads. "Crush..." she whispered. Seraphina leaned out, gazing at the sky. The moon was not visible, and there weren't many stars. She smiled, watching the dark sky. Then she clasped her hands together and closed her eyes as if in prayer. "God, give me the courage tomorrow. I promised that in my last year of high school, I'll confess my feelings to him," Seraphina said, looking at the love letter she had prepared on her desk earlier.

Seraphina had planned something special for tonight, an experience she knew would be unforgettable. As Orion stepped into the grand foyer, Seraphina greeted him with a warm smile. She was dressed in a silk kimono that clung to her curves, the deep red color accentuating her flawless skin. Orion's eyes roamed over her, appreciating the sight of her body, barely concealed by the thin fabric. "Welcome, Orion," Seraphina purred, her voice a sultry whisper. "Tonight, I have something extraordinary planned for us." Orion's curiosity piqued, and he followed her into the living room, a space adorned with plush furniture and soft lighting. Seraphina led him to a large, comfortable couch, where she sa

Seraphina’s POV The jet was waiting on the tarmac when we arrived, sleek and quiet under the runway lights. I'd never seen a private jet this close, it was massive. I still couldn't believe I was now married to one of the wealthiest bachelors in New York city. Last week, I was feeding on bland overnight oats to survive, this week I was…Mrs. Kingsley. He'd called me that. I was half expecting someone to pinch me out of this unbelievable dream but that never came.

Seraphina was ten years old when she melt the powerful King Alpha . At that time, she was just a poor orphan girl with nowhere to go. Three months earlier, her mother had died from a strange sickness. Since then, Seraphina had been living alone. She slept in empty barns, under trees, and sometimes beside rivers. She begged for food when she could, but most people chased her away. Life had not been kind to her. That morning, she had woken up hungry.