Unordinary Seraphina Novels & Stories

“That’s... unfortunate. Especially with the Christmas Eve Ritual just around the corner.” I didn’t respond. My hands curled into fists, but I didn’t move. Seraphina walked in farther, her voice growing silkier, more insidious. “I wonder...” she said slowly, circling closer to me, “if this might be the perfect opportunity for you to reflect. To realize who your true mate is. Someone born into our world. Someone... worthy.” She batted her lashes at me, her smile all sugar and poison. Something inside me snapped.

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”

After saying that Seraphina again vanished in the shadows. And Dakota understood that it is one of the members of twelve with these powers. The first member that directly come into his path was Seraphina, the master of disguise and deception. She possessed the ability to physically transform into anyone, making her a formidable adversary. Dakota understood that he couldn't let his guard down, as Seraphina could appear as a friend or ally, luring him into a trap. As he cautiously made his way through the dark corridors, Dakota relied on his heightened senses to detect any signs of Seraphina's presence. He knew that he couldn't trust appearances alone and remained vigilant, ready to confront h

Seraphina was habitual of people judging her, both physically and mentally. Seraphina walked towards her study table to grab her bag. "By the way, you're not a minor, right Seraphina?" Seraphina fisted her palms at her question. She knew she was trying to put her down. "No, I am going to be 19 soon," She answered, calmly while zipping her bag . Seraphina carried the bag on her shoulders and then tried to walk past her. "Stay away from him, Seraphina Miller. It will be good for you,"

My heart began pounding in my ears and the next thing, I couldn't hear the beating of my heart anymore. This was the least news I was expecting to discover. Seraphina and Caelum are related?! "No...no this can't be true." I cried out. It's not possible that they're related. Seraphina was an ordinary orphan servant who was traded to the Lycan king and was lucky to still be alive till now. Then the thought of her pregnancy hit me. If there was any place lower than the floors, I would have fallen onto it without hesitation. I tried to breathe through the hollow pain in my chest but I just couldn't.

"That's exactly what will happen if you don't obediently go back to the village and cut off all contact with those barbarians." They quickly stood up and ran for their lives. Once they were finally out of sight, Seraphina turned to me and asked, "What the hell are you?" She pulled her hand away, her eyes—wide with shock—fluttering. It hit me then that she hadn’t taken my confession seriously; she must have thought I was joking. After all, it was a lot to process all at once. "Sera—" "Why would you confirm their doubts by showing them?" she said, shaking her head vigorously. "It's not humanly possible to have such strength," she pointed to the spot where the incident had occurred and stepped

That he was simply busy. That this—whatever this was—would pass. Until one afternoon, as I walked past the council chamber, his voice stopped me cold. “…the Luna,” an Elder was saying, his tone stripped of all reverence, “but Seraphina’s scent has always been… unnatural.” I froze. My feet rooted to the stone floor, my breath catching painfully in my chest. “Rare,” another Elder corrected slowly. “Too rare. The night her daughter was born, the skies turned red. The wind howled like a warning. Those were not blessings.”

Several minutes later, soft footsteps echoed from the staircase and all three of us looked up instantly. Seraphina slowly descended the stairs wearing a loose cream dress, but the moment I saw her properly, guilt crashed into me painfully. She looked exhausted. The spark and glow she normally carried had dimmed completely and dark circles rested beneath her eyes like she had not been sleeping properly. Even the babies probably felt all this stress too. Lysander and I stood immediately. “Sera—” “Phina—” But before either of us could even move closer, Seraphina raised her hand sharply, stopping us instantly. “Don't!” her voice was warning like she could kill us if we dared disobeyed and her co

Helena examined Seraphina. “Blood pressure low,” the nurse reported. "Heart rate elevated. Skin cold and clammy.“ ”Seraphina, can you hear me?“ Dr. Helena asked. ”Yes,“ Seraphina answered weakly. ”Just... very tired. And dizzy.“ ”Any pain? Cramping? Bleeding?“ ”No bleeding,“ Seraphina answered. ”Just... nauseous. And weak." Dr. Helena turned to me. “Alpha, when was the last time she ate properly?”

The deadly, elite assassin of The Order—the woman who had infiltrated high-security demon courts and slipped past ancient vampire sentries without leaving a single trace—had just compromised her own operational safety because she wanted to try out her new wireless earbuds and do a little fucking dance. "Oh... oh gods," Seraphina muttered, her hand flying to her mouth as her eyes darted around the floor in genuine, deep-seated embarrassment. She felt entirely ridiculous. "I... I didn't see a sign. I just saw the black doors were empty and I wanted to get upstairs before 7:00 AM so I could look at the files..."