Unordinary John Vs Seraphina Novels & Stories

“Never mind. The bigger question is—why do you look like me, and why are you talking like you’re auditioning for a ghost movie?” “I am not a ghost,” the reflection said, voice soft but dangerous. “I am the true Lady Seraphina. You are the intruder in my body.” “Okay,” Mira said slowly, raising her hands, “in my defense, this wasn’t voluntary possession. I didn’t sign any magical Airbnb agreement.” --- The reflection’s face softened, but her tone stayed distant. “I don’t sense malice in you. But your presence has disturbed something… ancient. Something connected to him.”

I whispered, crouching on the floor and peering into the corners of the molding. "Hey, what’s happening?" Seraphina asked as she turned the corner of the island, keeping a close eye on me. Since Hugo had stumbled upon her, we’d only crossed paths a few times. She was part of Cassius’s pack, and Hugo met her at one of their gatherings. Seraphina grew up in a rough situation, her dad a total mess who relied on Cassius’s pack for support. Cassius knew it would cause even more pain to Seraphina if he cut ties, so he didn’t push it. It had been a while since she’d seen her father, and it was her choice not to. Thankfully, my brother was there for her now.

But then, Seraphina shouted, halting everyone. “NOBODY CAN TOUCH ME!! I AM PROTECTED BY THE LAW! I AM WITH THE LAW!!!” The crowd fell silent, and Luna Joanna chuckled, dismissing her claims. “What a fool. YOU HEARD THE IRONWOLF—CUT HER ARM!!!!” But Seraphina smirked confidently. “I AM PREGNANT!!!! GO ASK THE IRONWOLF ABOUT IT!!” “Delusions after delusions. You’re insane to think anyone would believe you,” Luna Joanna retorted.

he said flatly. Seraphina eyed the book. Strange symbols were carved into the cover. Her fingers hesitated before she touched it. “This is Arcadia’s Book of Order,” the man explained. “Sacred laws passed down from our ancestors. Repeat after me.” She nodded faintly. “I, Seraphina Wilson…” “I, Seraphina Wilson…” she echoed, voice barely above a whisper. “…will speak nothing but the truth.” Word by word, she repeated the oath. Another council advocate stepped forward. He was tall and broad-shouldered, with flaming ginger hair, a sharp mustache, and cold, calculating eyes.

But the truth was, she was starting to feel a little suffocated. She missed her own space, her own routine. She missed being alone. Seraphina walked into her apartment, exhausted from a long day at work. She dropped her bag on the floor and made her way to the kitchen to grab a glass of water. As she passed by the living room, it crossed her mind that she saw something at her doorstep, but she was too tired to look. She quickly ran outside to see what it was. The book was wrapped in brown paper and twine, with no indication of who might have sent it.

In her past life, Seraphina (Sera) starling was used as human meat-shield fodder during the zombie/mutant apocalypse by her greedy ex-fiancé and her manipulative stepsister. After dying a brutal death, she opens her eyes—waking up 30 days before the apocalypse on the exact day she was supposed to sign over her inherited billionaire estate to her ex. This time, she awakens an ancient Spatial Dimensional Ring with an Infinite Storage & Duplication System. Armed with 30 days, billions in liquid cash, and zero mercy, Sera liquidates her enemies' assets, hoards millions of tons of food, weapons, and medical supplies, and builds an impenetrable fortress base. When the world ends and her betrayers

"It wounds my soul, Anna. And though it isn't safe for you to be anywhere near that man — he must know the truth. Perhaps the incoming war can still be turned away." Anna shook her head slowly. "I don't think Deimon is the kind of man who entertains reason. He prefers madness over logic. He abides strictly by the ancient laws, he believes everything must answer to blood." She exhaled, steadying herself. "But Seraphina..." "Rest easy, my dear." Seraphina reached out, pressing softly against Anna's palms. The shift in her energy was surprising—one moment she was a herald of doom, the next a comforting sister. "I gave you my word, and I intend to keep it." She paused briefly. "I'm not returning

Sarraphina replied. "And why am I wanted dead? Who wants me dead?" "Your uncle" "Uncle?? I am an orphan with no relatives" John replied. "That's what you think. I would have killed you and cut off your head but luckily for you your uncle wants you alive" "What makes you think you can kill me?" John replied with a smile. He knew what he was doing "Seems I haven't introduced myself. I am Sarraphina the angel of death" "Ooohh, I am scared" John replied and laughed at his joke.

“Then we finish it.” “No,” Seraphina said sharply. “Not yet. If it’s inside his body, John might still be trapped somewhere in there.” Dante tilted his head. “Like a possession?” “Like a war inside him,” she said. “And if there’s even a piece of him left, we can’t kill him.” Sarah felt her stomach twist. “But if we do nothing, he becomes it.” Seraphina turned toward the shelves of ancient tomes stacked against the wall. She pulled one free.

“Nice to meet you. I’m Olivia.” Seraphina stepped inside, her eyes quickly scanning the interior of the house. “You have a lovely home,” she said. “I’ve seen you and your family around. Your little girl is adorable.” “Thank you,” Olivia replied, feeling unease. There was something too different about Seraphina’s charm, too considered. They chatted briefly, with Seraphina asking about the neighborhood and offering details about herself. She mentioned she was single and worked in real estate, but her answers felt rehearsed, as if she were deliberately avoiding any real depth.