Unordinary Seraphina Novels & Stories

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

"You aren't the descendant of the Goddess, Seraphina. You are the final piece of her soul. The eighth fragment." ​"No, no, that's... that's too much," Seraphina cried, backing away from the altar, her hands shaking as she clutched her head. "I am just a girl from the outer valleys! I spent my whole life being beaten, being told I was a broken human with no value! I can't be... I can't be a god's cage!"

"I'm not doing this to prove who I am. I'm doing this because I don't want any part of me to belong to fear anymore." Killian rested his forehead against hers. "I'll be waiting." "I know." Taking one final look at her family, Seraphina stepped through the silver doorway. The ancient doors closed behind her. When Seraphina opened her eyes, she found herself standing beside a peaceful river. Wildflowers swayed gently in the breeze, and a small wooden cottage sat beneath the shade of a massive willow tree. Laughter echoed from inside. Her heart stopped. "No..." she whispered. The front door opened. A little girl with long, silver hair ran into the yard carrying a basket of herbs. She couldn't h

“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.

Seraphina listened attentively as I poured out my story, my struggles, and my desperate need for answers. With a gentle nod, Seraphina began to weave her magic. She closed her eyes and murmured words that felt ancient and sacred, her hands moving gracefully as if guided by unseen forces. I watched in awe as the room seemed to shimmer with an ethereal glow, as if the very fabric of reality was bending to accommodate the mystical powers at play.

"I'm warning you—if you don't fix my brother, Mortimer will have your head. Personally." Seraphina cut her a bored, sidelong glance. "Sure. Whatever makes you happy." "You...!" Vivian was vibrating now. She scanned Seraphina's calm face and let out a sharp, jagged laugh. "Stop acting. You're dying inside, aren't you? Jealous that he treats me like I'm special. We're childhood sweethearts. If I hadn't had to go overseas to recover, you'd never have touched that Luna title." "Mhm." Seraphina even gave her a little nod to keep the rhythm.

The woman behind the desk frowned deeply, her eyes widening in absolute shock as she stared at the two powerful supernaturals skidding to a halt in front of her station. "Wait, wait," the woman muttered, her voice shaking as she looked them up and down. "Oh... you are not one of these. You are not dead. I can smell life pouring out of you. So why are you here? Who gave you access to this place?" "Who gave us access to this place doesn't matter," Seraphina said coldly. She stepped in front of the desk, her ice-blue eyes glowing with a terrifying, lethal light that made the woman shrink back. Her voice was steady, but I could hear the desperate tremor underneath it. "We want her back. We came

he said, his voice low and guarded. ******** Elsewhere, far from Luca and Alessia's world, In the world of Seraphina, Seraphina lay on her bed, her body wracked with a strange and painful illness. The maids who attended to her were visibly shaken, their faces pale as they wiped her fevered brow and changed the sheets that seemed to become soaked with a cold sweat every few hours. Seraphina's body trembled uncontrollably, her limbs convulsing as if some unseen force had taken hold of her.

The next day, [Rina P.O.V] Seraphina brought her to my rooms just before dawn. The girl was a first-year, human by scent, small and trembling with the particular fragility of someone who had seen something that rewrote their understanding of safety. She wore the gray uniform of the unaffiliated houses, the ones without noble blood or supernatural lineage, the ones who survived by being invisible. Her hair was brown, her eyes were gray, and her hands shook so badly that the cup of tea Emberlyn pressed into her fingers rattled against the porcelain.