Unordinary Seraphina Novels & Stories

His jaw tightened. He looked back at me. I did not know his face. I had never seen this man before in my life. But I hated his guts immediately. He straightened the cuff of his jacket, looked at me and said… "Hello, Seraphina. Been a long, long time.”

The silence that followed Seraphina’s arrival was deafening. Her boots echoed against the scorched floor as she advanced slowly, like a queen reclaiming her throne. She was draped in obsidian armor laced with thin silver veins, eyes glowing with unnatural light. But it wasn’t her appearance that chilled Evryn—it was her presence. The raw, crushing weight of it. Like gravity had warped around her. “You never did understand,” Seraphina murmured, tilting her head at Evryn. “You were never supposed to run. You were supposed to replace me.”

“No, Mathias, you need to listen to me. When I met Nevaeh, I was scared. I was scared of what I felt for her and what might happen to her if she entered my world. Since we’ve gotten here, you’ve experienced a variety of things that have shaken your world. But I have to tell you, you’re being an idiot.” My head snaps forward at his comment. Not a lot of people dare speak to me in such a tone. I’m Mathias Black, head of the Council. A centuries-old Seraphim who has killed legions. Giving Mikhail my most withering scowl, I manage to grit out, “I think you need to walk away, Mikhail.”

For the first time since Maya entered the room, Seraphine stopped filing her nail. “A human?” “Yes.” The answer seemed to amuse her more than anything else. She set the file aside and rested her chin against her hand, violet eyes fixed on the darkening academy grounds. “That makes even less sense.” Maya frowned. “Your Highness?” “Nothing.” The room fell silent as Seraphine considered the report. Everything she had learned suggested the student was ordinary. Painfully ordinary. The kind of person most people would overlook after a single conversation. And yet she couldn't.

To the careful way I was positioning pieces on a board he didn’t even know existed. Seraphina was perfect for it. Young, beautiful, forbidden. Everything guaranteed to make him stupid. And she played her role beautifully. The devoted sister. The concerned caretaker. The innocent girl seduced by her powerful brother in law. They thought I was a fool. A dying, trusting fool who had no idea what was happening in her own home. They were the fools. I’d taken Seraphina in when our parents died. Raised her when she was barely fourteen. Fed her, clothed her, paid for her education. Loved her sincerely as only a sister can.

As I got closer, I could see the others more clearly—council members I’d known my whole life, and strangers wearing the deep blue and silver that marked them as Frostfang. And there, standing beside the cold and feared Alpha of Frostfang, dressed in delicate white embroidery stood a tall and lean figure. Seraphina. She was beautiful—breathtakingly, undeniably beautiful. She had been born with fierce red hair, a rare trait that marked her as a strong warrior. Deep blue eyes and full lips that were enough to stir any man. But looking at her stirred nothing in me except a vague sense of dread.

She pretends she’s ordinary. But she’s never been ordinary — and she’s never been alone. There’s always been someone. Always someone watching her, holding her, stealing pieces of her she never knew how to guard. Seraphina was the first. The elegant neighbor with sunlit hair and velvet laughter, who used to press sweets into Eva’s small hands and tell her she was beautiful before Eva knew what beautiful meant. Seraphina touched her face like she might vanish if not held steady. She kissed Eva’s forehead, her temple, her mouth when Eva was old enough to understand, and Eva has been craving her lips ever since.

And then she'd run. Nobody knew exactly why Seraphina had left, but the theories ranged from cold feet to family pressure to some secret scandal that had forced her hand. Whatever the reason, she'd disappeared three days before the ceremony, leaving Kieran standing at the altar in front of hundreds of witnesses. She'd surfaced a year later in some backwater town called Millbrook, married to Marcus Sullivan, a mediocre Alpha from an unremarkable pack.

It's been like that for two days . ‘Am I lost? Seraphina thought to herself as she looked at the quiet path before her. Maybe I should have brought Indra along. Seraphina had snuck out of the palace by herself early in the morning. She has been having strange dreams , dreams she couldn't understand. And her heart has been getting heavier and heavier by the day. She had a lot of questions to ask. But who could she ask? Indra doesn't know much. Only a little.