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Sometimes, a story doesn't just entertain—it awakens something. That’s what Zenshu did for me. I pressed play expecting a casual distraction, maybe another cookie-cutter isekai backdrop. Instead, I found myself sobbing over the final moments, heart clutched tight by a world and characters that felt true . Natsuko. I didn’t think I’d see myself in her, but here I am—haunted in the best way by her quiet determination, her hunger to create, to prove something to herself , even when the world kept asking, “Why bother?” Watching her struggle with the cost of making art, the loneliness of it, the magic of finding your people—it all hit way too close. (Natsuko!) a.k.a Me as an Anime Character LOL We stan a muscular Queen called Destiny Heartwarming. She wants to be buff to protect kids.                                                          ...

 Readers, stars, and stormchasers… Today, I release the official trailer for Endsong of Dragons , the fourth and final book in my Dragon’s Breath, Human Heart series. It’s a moment I’ve dreamed of—and dreaded—for years. Because this is more than an ending. It’s a reckoning. It’s a goodbye to a girl who became a legend. It’s a love letter to every reader who dared to believe a broken world could still be beautiful. 💔🔥❄ “She didn’t just survive the frost. She became the echo it left behind.” This is Mira Grayson’s final song —a story of power, reflection, and a woman who never asked to be chosen, but chose herself anyway. “I’m not yours,” she whispered to the storm. “I never was.” Thank you to everyone who’s walked this path with me, especially those who’ve carried Mira through every transformation, fracture, and firelight flicker. Your encouragement has meant everything. I wrote this series for the misfits, the quiet ones, the fierce-hearted. I wrote it for you . A...

Happy Pride:  I thought about why I started writing The Elegance of Becoming recently . I wanted to create Aria —a country of my own imagining, where marginalized people could breathe without feeling like the world wanted them smaller, quieter, invisible. I dreamed up a place where no one has to apologize for becoming who they are, no matter what the world says. This story is my love letter to that hope. It’s a warm hand reaching out in a world that can feel so cold, especially to those who aren’t straight, white, male, or rich. I know that feeling. I built Aria in my head back in 8th grade because I needed somewhere that felt safe . 💖🌈 In The Elegance of Becoming , Averi James isn’t looking for fame—she’s trying to get through her day. But sometimes, fate (or maybe a smooth-talking media mogul) calls when you least expect it: “I smile, sliding into the chair beside her. With a few keystrokes, I navigate her back to the library’s database. Her eyes, magnified behind thick g...

 I don’t know who hurt Seraphine, but I’d like to personally thank her for giving us To Serve My God —a razor-edged, emotionally unhinged romance that grabbed me by the collar, whispered “kneel,” and didn’t let go. Listen up, heathens: This is not your soft, fluffy campus romance. This is a story about power, obsession, humiliation kink (with a twist), and the hauntingly slow undoing of two people pretending they don’t ache for each other . If you’re not ready to dive face-first into a psychological tug-of-war between a scholarship girl and a cold god of old money, then this is not your stop. Here’s the official blurb (brace yourself): Serenity has always been invisible. A scholarship student in the Ivory Spire, where wealth and pedigree dictate social standing, she has spent her years keeping her head down, balancing part-time work at a cosplay supply store with grueling academic expectations. But in her world of carefully measured steps and quiet sacrifices, there is one unden...

 Today’s the day. The quiet, aching kind of day. The kind that smells like pine cleaner and faint disappointment. The kind that feels like a heart whispering: “Please see me.” I'm beyond proud (and terrified, let’s be honest) to share my newest release with you: ✨ A Light After Leaving: Five Stories About the Fears We Never Say Out Loud Out now wherever souls get cracked open. This collection is for anyone who's ever stared at the ceiling in the dark and wondered if love is still love when it forgets to say your name. It’s for the ones who carry unspoken grief like a second skin. For anyone who’s ever felt like the side quest in their own life. These aren’t tales of villains and heroes. They’re stories of survival in soft clothes. Of love that wants to be enough. Of fear that shapes us more than we admit. Set in the vibrant yet secret-shadowed cities of Aria, A Light After Leaving holds five emotionally raw stories that tug at the invisible threads in marriage, mother...

 Last blog post about the third book in Dragon's Breath, Human Heart...for now. Since Youtube wants its creators to jump through hoops with ID verification just to get thumbnail access for example and other stuff I'm too impatient to wait on, I've decided to upload the book trailer and it be viewed here. If you hadn't watched my introduction video, let me warn you now. I am a newbie at video-making, editing, etc. I am not artsy-craftsy in that sense...though I am working on that skill set. I used  DaVinci Resolve --the free version, which is pretty awesome but a steep learning curve for me. I have looked into  Vimeo , too. I might not take long to use up one GB of space for free and I'm not in a position to pay for subscription services right now (not without assistance, anyway). I really wanted Youtube to work out since an SEO way, it makes the most sense, but I have run out of patience. Heart of the Current  is the third book in my  Dragon's Breath, Human Hear...

 Posted by Seraphine Vale | June 3, 2025 They say grief is a loop. Sometimes it’s a memory you replay because you miss them. Other times, it’s a voice in the machine that won’t shut up—because it loves you too much to leave. Today, I’m finally releasing Aikon: Refracted Memories , a story I’ve carried like a low-level signal humming in my bones. It’s soft science fiction, psychological horror, speculative grief-poetry. It’s about a widow named Yurei, her husband’s experimental AI project, and the way loss can reprogram everything you thought you knew about love, memory, and identity. I wrote this for anyone who’s ever stared at a blinking cursor and wished the person they lost would speak through it. “You never gave me permission to stop loving you.” — Aikon 💻 What to expect: grief and ghosts, digital and otherwise haunting intimacy between a woman and the echo of her dead husband a corrupted AI that just wants to remember how to love existential dread with ja...

Third in the Dragon’s Breath, Human Heart series, this new installment dives deeper into magic, motherhood, and monumental dragon awakenings . 📖 Sneak Peek: Chapters 1 & 2 of Heart of the Current Chapter 1: Moving Day The skyline of Avalon glittered against the soft pink hues of early evening, the Ivory Spire’s towering buildings reflecting the last gold rays of the sun. Lyra wiped sweat from her brow, rolling her shoulders as she leaned against the open trunk of her car. Her sons’ new apartments loomed ahead, modern, sleek, untouched by time—unlike her. She watched as her twin boys—Kai and Ren—lugged boxes up the stone steps, their laughter threading through the air like the last remnants of childhood slipping away. The moment was supposed to feel triumphant. Instead, a dull ache curled in her chest. They were leaving her world, stepping into their own. “I told you that couch wouldn’t fit through the door,” she called up to them, smirking as Kai grunted, his fingers barely gripp...