Unordinary Seraphina Novels & Stories

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

And there, in the place of honor reserved for the pack's leadership, sat Seraphina. She looked radiant in a deep blue dress that brought out her eyes, her auburn hair styled perfectly despite the early hour. She watched my approach with satisfaction barely hidden behind a mask of solemn duty. This was her moment of complete triumph - watching the last obstacle to her perfect life be eliminated forever.

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 I slammed the doors behind me, I paused for a split second in the corridor, my heart hammering against my ribs. Through the thick wood, I heard Martinez’s deep, furious voice bellowing inside. "What the fuck did you say to her, Seraphina?!" "I didn't say anything wrong, Martinez!" Seraphina cried out, her voice dripping with perfect, manipulative tears. "She just hates me! The girl is completely insane!" I spun around and ran up the stairs, realizing with absolute terror that Seraphina was a master psychopath.

The pack fell silent. “Bring forth the Luna.” For a second… nothing happened. Then the doors of the great hall opened. And Seraphina stepped out. The reaction was instant. Gasps rippled through the crowd. My mouth parted slightly before I could stop it. She walked slowly toward the platform. Not like a slave. Not like someone who had once been dragged through our gates in chains. She walked like a queen. Her gown flowed behind her like silver water, catching the torchlight with every step. Her dark hair fell down her back in soft waves, jewels glimmering between the strands.

Before she moved to Dinuh she was a carefree little girl that spent her parent's money and spent her time shopping , partying and having fun and that was because it was all her parents allowed her to do , as their only child Seraphina wasn't allowed to work , she wasn't allowed to do anything that they felt would stress her , all they wanted from her were grandchildren to spoil even more than they spoiled her , although she still didn't care about public opinion she wanted a chance to prove to herself to her parents , to prove that shecshe survive in the big world without her their money . When she first arrived in Dinuh she'd opened a new account and had refused to use the one her parent's

Silence settled again, thick and heavy. “I met Aiden when we were children,” Seraphina continued, her gaze drifting somewhere Serena couldn’t follow. “We weren’t supposed to become… anything. But we did. It was almost funny in its simplicity. Two kids who found each other in a world that had already written their stories for them.” Serena listened without interrupting, her wrists still bound to the chair, the zip ties digging faintly into her skin with every small movement. “We were inconvenient,” Seraphina said.

Every breath I take in is a struggle, and I can see the helplessness in Ethan’s eyes. Finally, Arnold returns with Seraphina. As she approaches the bed, her eyes scan my form with a critical gaze. "What's happening to her?" Ethan asks. His voice does nothing to conceal his desperation. Seraphina places a hand on my forehead. Her touch is cool and soothing and it calms me down a bit. She closes her eyes in concentration. After a moment, she opens them again. Now her expression is grave. "This isn’t a natural illness. There’s a dark energy at work here."

“You can’t keep running from this. You’re drowning, Selena… it may not be so obvious at the moment, but surely, you’re sinking bit-by-bit.” Selena’s sharp inhale echoes in the room, but before she can respond, there is a creak by the door of the inn. Both young ladies turn, and the world seems to hold its breath—a ripple in the atmosphere that precedes something momentous. The door swings open. Seraphina steps into the inn with an air that is both eclectic and regal. Her presence is effulgent, radiating a raw, dangerous power that none of her family members—neither Valentine nor Chloe, not even Dr. Percy—could ever hope to match. Seraphina embodies something far more ancient, more primal. Sh

I breathe heavily as he pins me to the wall, his hands wrapped tight around my throat I could barely breathe. ‘You hear me, Sera? I found you first. I noticed you first! I fell for you first. No one else, I mean, no one should put their hands on you, because if they do, I swear to God, Sera, I'll fucking break their arms and legs and serve it to you to eat!’ He growls. Seraphina Puckett is the perfect definition of trauma. A walking trauma. She tries to navigate her life, trying to bring in sunshine but as the world is determined to make it rain on her, what does she do? Does she get beaten in the rain or walk through it? When her abusive father gets out of prison and is out t