Unordinary Seraphina Novels & Stories

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.

The image did not show a magnificent palace or a golden throne; it showed a dark, damp dungeon cell, cold chains, and a young woman curled into a tight ball of absolute despair, her spirit broken by the very people who should have guarded her life. "Look at her there," Eldrin whispered, his voice thick with a deep, historical empathy. "That was Seraphina before she was a goddess. She was not born with a crown of light. She was cast into the deepest pit of betrayal, stripped of her pack, her status, and her dignity. Her suffering was so absolute that it should have consumed her entirely, turning her into a monster of vengeance." "But she didn't become a monster," Jarek noted, his eyes wide as

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.

TRISTAN “Have you seen the news?” I lifted my eyes from the document on my screen when Seraphina stormed into my study. She looked… shaken. “What news?” I asked, as she fidgeted around with her phone. There was something wild in her eyes that I couldn’t exactly make out and her voice was trembling as she spoke. She didn’t answer immediately, as I watched as she crossed the room in quick strides and shoved her phone toward me. “Look.” She demanded,

And it's in Lunada City that the wheels came off for Seraphina Valeza At eight years old, she was taken from an orphanage and adopted by the Hawthorne family, a declining third-rate household struggling to maintain relevance among Lunada’s upper-middle class. For fifteen years, Seraphina lived carefully under their roof—grateful, obedient, and painfully aware that she did not truly belong. She studied herself to exhaustion. She endured a lot that she shouldn't have. And she never ever asked for anything that she wasn't given. Until the Hawthorne family finally hit rock bottom.

"Why... how are you here?!" "Why? Are you surprised to see me?" Seraphina stepped forward, staring directly into Juna’s eyes without the slightest trace of fear. "Of course I came looking for you. It's me, Seraphina. The poor college girl you defiled and whose future you destroyed in that nightclub room!"

They are so deeply engrossed in each other that they don’t even notice the door opening or me standing there. For a moment, I just freeze. My mind tries to process what I’m seeing. This was unexpected. Honestly, I always thought Serah didn’t have any romantic feelings for Raphael. I thought she saw him only as a friend. But clearly, I was wrong. And surprisingly, instead of anger or confusion, a warm smile spreads across my face. I am genuinely happy. Happy that my sister has found someone who clearly loves her. That’s all I ever wanted for her, to be loved, to be cherished.

Judas, on the other hand, appeared completely unhinged. His bloodshot eyes flicked over me before darting to Alexei and Rara. The air between the two men crackled with tension. "Seraphina," Alexei's deep voice startled me and I jumped. His dark eyes swept over me briefly, but they held none of the madness I saw in Judas's pale gaze. "I hope you're adjusting well." I nodded quickly, unsure what to say. My attention kept slipping back to Judas, who had yet to take his eyes off me. His existence was suffocating.

she wailed. “YOU LOVED THE POWER!” I stepped over the broken glass, looming over her like a monster. “Evelyn loved the man. And now she’s giving that love to a man who wears a crown while I wear the ashes of a company she’s burning down for sport. GET OUT!” Seraphina scrambled off the bed, clutching a discarded robe to her chest, her face pale with a fear that no amount of acting could produce. She fled into the hallway, her bare feet slapping against the wood.

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.