Serena Delphox 소설 & 이야기

100 years had passed since Elleanna had died. She had met with Alpha Duc and Thomas when they passed away. She led them to their final resting place after they spoke. She smiled as she prepared a young human to go meet Dracon. This would be his new mate. The girl looked almost like Elleanna had. Her name was Serephina. The main difference was their hair, height, and species. Serephina had ocean blue eyes that had yellowish/brown rings around the pupil, long wavy red hair that looked more brown at the bottom, milky white skin with freckles, ample size breasts, a skinny waist with wider hips, long skinny legs, and a heart shaped birth mark on her right thigh. She was 5’4 in height and weighed

SERAPHINA POV Hi, let me introduce myself my name is Seraphina Amara Wolfe or Sera for short, I have just turned 18 and I am a werewolf. I have fire red hair, blue eyes that turn gold when my wolf Lilith come to the front. I'm not very tall at around 5'2, I am quite slim as I have been living on the run since I was 3 and haven't been getting enough food, I find just enough to survive if that's what life is. I can't tell you anything about my parents or what pack I was from, as I have no memory of them. I lived with a human family for a little while when I was 8 but once I shifted at 10 which hurt, they got scared and threw me out, I was just lucky they didn't kill me which I hear they do to

Raphael stares at her for a moment. "Is that what you want?" Raphael asks with a calm look on his face. "Yes!" Alexandra responds. "I will do that then!" Raphael says and walks away without uttering another word. Meanwhile, Alexandra burst into tears. ________________________🖊 Giggling Ana pleads telling him to let her go. Meanwhile, Gerald lets out a small smile. "So how have you been?" Gerald asks now sitting on the couch, meanwhile Ana helps herself with the centre table, she didn't care less, it was glassy.

“I am Nero, ruler of Xoria. Please, have a seat.” The woman gracefully settled into a chair across from Nero, her demeanor serene yet confident. “Thank you, Nero. I am Seraphina,” she introduced herself, her voice carrying a hint of melodious power. “I come bearing a message from the Valley of the Fools and a revelation about Letra.” Nero leaned forward, his interest piqued. “Tell me, Seraphina. What is this revelation?”

I called Elijah, my tech guy. “what?” he groaned. I rolled my eyes. “find me David from the college” I hear him type somethings and shuffle around. “there are 50 David’s, which one?” “streamline to psychology’ “about 5 of them” “send me all their pictures and names via email, I’m waiting” the images popped into my email and I printed all of them out. I took the pictures back to Camila and asked her to point out which one was her David. She was hesitant but after some persuasion she pointed at David O’Connor. I pecked her forehead and walked out of the room to make a phone call. I called the vice-chancellor of the college.

It was easy because there were two of them and they helped each other but Sera couldn’t say even a single word of appreciation. Instead, Sera dragged the lady again and proceeded to the route that they were currently taking. “Wouldn’t you even leave your name, my lady?” the guy asked as they were walking away from him. “No. Please forget about today.” They left the guy and proceeded towards the exit. “SERAPHINA ALEXANDRIA VON FIORE. WHERE WERE YOU IN THE MIDDLE OF THE NIGHT?” Her father wasn’t shouting but his every word felt so heavy to her ears. Was he truly mad this time? She bowed her head down as she gave him the recording sphere.

Serena stood below her, backlit by a storm of pulsing light, her hair unbound and whipping with an unseen wind, her body radiating a power older than time, fierce and unrelenting. Serena’s eyes had shifted—no longer their usual expressive softness. They were lit from within, glowing with divine silver. They weren't just the eyes of a wolf; they weren’t even the eyes of a goddess. They were something beyond comprehension. Something no one had ever seen. Not even Solmyra, who had lived for nearly a thousand years.

At the far end stood two figures—Lord Vaelthorne and Lady Anathra Vaelthorne, Alaric’s parents. Lord Vaelthorne, tall and hollow-eyed, looked like he had been carved from stone. His voice was gravel and cold magic. “So this is the one you choose?” His sharp gaze flicked toward Seraphine. “The girl born of no name?” Seraphine lowered her head respectfully. “Seraphine Delacroix, my lord.” “No longer,” Lady Anathra said coolly, stepping forward. Her long silver hair trailed the floor like threads of moonlight. “The blood that ran in your false family is not yours. We know this. You are not of Delacroix. That name dies with their disgrace.”

"Come on, Let's go home," Shawn said to Queen. He stared at Ashton's girlfriend briefly and asked, "Who is she?" "She is Ashton's fiancee," Queen replied. "She really needs a doctor, Shawn." Shawn nodded, "And what about the leader called Maka?" Queen shook her head and Shawn asked some of the black Scorpions to help Ashton's girlfriend. They all left the forest and went out to the beach. After getting there, Shawn looked at Zion who had bled terribly, and said to Jett, "Leave him behind."

“What do you mean? Who is watching?” “Agatha,” her mother interjected, her expression turning grave. “The High Priestess Agatha. She has been alive for over a thousand years, fueled by dark magic and a thirst for power. She senses your potential and will come for you. You must be cautious.” “But I want to fight back!” Aqua exclaimed, desperation threading through her words. “I don’t want to hide anymore. I need to know how to harness my powers.”