Unordinary Seraphina Novels & Stories

Isolde’s voice trembled with suppressed fury as she whirled toward the guards at the door. The captain of the security team turned pale and stammered, “No… no one… we’ve been guarding outside the whole time. We only saw Mr. Thayer Ashford enter…” “She was here when I went in!” I said, my voice shaking, my chest tightening. “She was behaving—said she’d wait here until I finished…” Seraphina had grown up in my care. To me, she was like my own daughter. Thayer was despicable, but Seraphina was innocent.

"It wounds my soul, Anna. And though it isn't safe for you to be anywhere near that man — he must know the truth. Perhaps the incoming war can still be turned away." Anna shook her head slowly. "I don't think Deimon is the kind of man who entertains reason. He prefers madness over logic. He abides strictly by the ancient laws, he believes everything must answer to blood." She exhaled, steadying herself. "But Seraphina..." "Rest easy, my dear." Seraphina reached out, pressing softly against Anna's palms. The shift in her energy was surprising—one moment she was a herald of doom, the next a comforting sister. "I gave you my word, and I intend to keep it." She paused briefly. "I'm not returning

I hung up without answering. I walked to the dresser and pulled out a burner phone. I scrolled through the photos Marcus had sent earlier—surveillance shots of Adrian Vale and a woman , probably his mistress. The man was a pig, a narcissistic middle-manager playing at being a king. But Seraphina? She was the surprise. She had walked into this room trembling, yet she had left with her head held high, thinking she had finally taken control of her life. She thought this was a one-time rebellion. A single night of fire to keep her warm in that ice palace of a marriage.

“He’s not going to stop, you know. Ronan always gets what he wants.” Sasha’s heart clenched. “Why are you helping him?” Seraphina laughed, the sound cold and hollow. “Helping him? Oh, sweet girl, you misunderstand. I’m not helping him. I’m helping myself.” Her smile returned, sharper this time. “And you, my dear, are the key to everything.” Before anyone could react, Seraphina raised her hand, and a wave of dark energy erupted from her palm. It slammed into the group, sending them sprawling to the ground. Sasha gasped as the force knocked the air from her lungs, the world spinning around her.

Helga clasped her hands together. She reached into her bag and retrieved a pen and paper, she handed it to Seraphina. “You must write a note to request the help of your father’s clan.” Seraphina nodded. She got up off the bed and walked to sit at her dressing table. ‘My name is Seraphina, I am the first and only daughter of Seracian. I am being threatened by a dark force. I am pregnant and mine and my children’s lives are in peril. From blood to blood, I am requesting your help.

"Clara, that's blasphemy!" "It's only a story," Clara defended, grinning. "Besides, didn't you feel it? The way the air changed when he entered? Like even God was listening." "You're impossible," Agnes muttered, though her lips twitched as if hiding a smile. Laughter bubbled up again, bright and dangerous, like children caught playing at the edge of a cliff. From her cot, Seraphine lay utterly still. Her rosary twisted tight in her hand, beads digging into her palm. She kept her gaze on the ceiling, refusing to be drawn in. But their voices crawled through her ears, tugging at the corners of her restraint.

Ava’s voice broke the silence gently. Seraphina opened her eyes and glanced at her lady-in-waiting. Ava stood a few steps away, hands clasped neatly before her, dressed in soft blue gown. "Too plain," Seraphina thought suddenly. “You’re distracted,” Seraphina said. Ava inclined her head. “I was thinking the same of you.” Seraphina reached for the teacup but did not drink. “Tell me,” she said quietly, “did you notice anything unusual last night?”

Now I've put everyone in danger while I'm tied here to a chair with a power suppressor on my neck like a snake being entangled on a pole of its own poison. Despite everything that unfolded before me like a costly hurricane, destroying my entire plan and breaking my resolve; I didn't say a word to them. I became a stone because that is who I am, a lifeless soul waiting for a miracle or a storm to take place and destroy everything. I got to realize so many things these few days. Seraphina was working for Felix's mother, she had to do this to stay alive and to make sure that Felix returns back to the Pack to claim his throne.

This was an unsettling feeling. We continued our conversation deep into the night, trading anecdotes and stories of our own lives as we went along. I learned that Seraphina had experienced her fair share of challenges in life, and that it was her desire to heal and assist others that inspired her to take on the role of a healer within our pack. I was surprised to find out that she had been through so much in her life. The revelation of this information caught me off guard. Because of the way that her capacity for compassion appeared to have no limits, I couldn't help but be intrigued by her. I couldn't help but be enthralled by her.

Then in just unexpected moment, it all changed. Seraphina is trying to find any cure, rituals, and even recalling her knowledge in every corner of her brain, but nothing is quite clear nor could say that there’s something she can do about her daughter’s unexplained phenomenon. But there’s something she don’t want to believe that she already knew that it is the truth – Hana is slowly consumed by her own darkness.