Calem Serena Novels & Stories

"Are you sure? I felt awkward with him. I'm not ready to deal with him yet... after I rejected the proposal first." Alora hissed, looking irritated. "Calix is already blind to you. The last two years he has been single and continues to think about you after breaking up with Lanoa. You're very lucky that your husband is Calix—he's a reliable man." With that said, Alora secretly sent the location of Club Camison to Calix, falsely claiming that Serena wanted to meet. Shortly after, Calix's sturdy figure appeared from the entrance. Her eyes lit up as soon as she saw Serena's back. "Serena..." call him full of happiness, even ignoring Alora's existence there.

she called her son to talk about the matter, feeling a bit emotional. "But many years have passed. You should move on. I'm heartbroken when I see you like this. Moreover, Celeste is already married. You'll affect her." Serena tried to persuade Damon to move on sooner. "Mom, I have to win Celeste back. I love her. Besides, Leo is my son. He's your grandson." Damon knew too well what his mother wanted. His statement surprised her. "What!" Serena couldn't hold back her voice. "Leo? Who is Leo?"

I tried to cover myself, but Caleb’s claws dug into my side, holding me still. “Look at her,” Caleb shouted to Damion. “This is your mighty queen? Weak. Broken. So easy to take.” “CALEB!” Damion roared, his voice breaking the tense silence. “One step closer,” Caleb warned coldly, “and her blood will stain these stones.” No one moved. No one breathed. Then Sera’s calm, clear voice sliced through the air. “Damion.” She walked out from the shadows, her gown untouched by the fight. Her face was calm, too calm. She laid her hand on his shoulder.

Maybe we’ll even beat Ryder and Zoe’s record. My wolf rumbles in agreement, eager at the idea. But just as I take a step toward the building, a mind link slams into my head like a hammer. "Alpha, about what you asked…" I pinch the bridge of my nose, my good mood instantly souring. "Speak, Caleb. I don’t have time for games." "I looked into Luna Serena’s official documents," Caleb begins, his voice serious. "It states she’s from the Night Stone Pack and comes from the Grey Wolf lineage. But it’s a lie."

The Demons' commander watched, his laughter booming with satisfaction. "They say Serena's got a Life Core that can boost someone's power. God of Fire..." Calder did not get a word in before my sister blurted out, "I'll give it to you. Anything you want! Just get Rein to back off!" "That's not how it works. You Celestials are always preaching about fate. Well, today's her day of destiny." Calder moved close to Serena and began to drain her Life Core. "You crossed a line. Take this as a warning," he told her, his voice icy.

I said helping her to her feet. "She'd good though, right?" Casper beamed as Serena limped back to the side of the hall. "She almost had you for a second there. Not many warriors could manage that, from what I hear, much less a tiny, teenage girl." "She's good," I agreed. "But she's no Lena." "Lena, Kayla, you're up next. Take no mercy Lena," Casper warned. "I wanted to see what you can do." The color drained from Kayla's face. Her hands trembled as she took the training gear from Serena.

“She’s a means to an end, Serena. You know that. But you… you were always different.” My stomach twisted with revulsion and a bitter chuckle escaped my throat. “Caleb , you’re disgusting.” He ignored me and stepped closer. “You really think Damien is your future? That sadistic, ruthless, Mafia bastard? He’ll chew you up and spit you out, Serena. You know that.” His voice dropped, turning softer, almost coaxing. “Come with me instead. Be smart, for once.” I scoffed and shove his chest away, but he barely budged. “I’d rather rot in hell.”

But she had never forgotten her. Sera walked towards them with the elegance of a creature who had been on this planet for thousands of years. Confident. Without slowing, her eyes on Caitlin all the while, she walked up beside Caleb. She reached up a single, pale, beautiful hand, and slowly draped it around Caleb shoulder. She looked down at Caitlin with utter contempt. “Caleb?” she said softly, a sinister smile across her face. “Didn’t you tell her about us?” And with those few words, Caitlin felt as if a knife had been plunged into her heart.

But now, after spending the night with Alexander—Serena’s ex and the man who had once cast her aside—she saw an even greater opportunity. The line clicked. Serena’s voice came through, calm and cool, carrying that unshakable steadiness she was known for. “Hello.” Layla’s lips curled into a satisfied little smile. “Ms. Morales, it’s Layla Black. Remember me?” On the other end, Serena’s eyes barely flicked away from the stack of documents on her desk. She sifted through them without recognition, her tone detached. “No. Can’t say I do. What is it?”

The Moon Pack Square blazed like a second sun. Floodlights bathed the open plaza in merciless white, washing every shadow away, while the relentless clicking of cameras rose and fell like a mechanical tide. Screens taller than ancient oaks flanked the stage, each one looping the same message in elegant silver script: THE SERENA COLLECTION — A NEW ERA. Serena stood at the center of it all. Velvet draped the stage beneath her feet, crimson and indulgent, as if the entire pack had laid its heart out for her to walk upon. She lifted her chin, spine straight, shoulders back—every inch the woman who believed destiny had finally bowed to her will.