Darien Serena Novels & Stories

Aria inclined her head just enough to be polite. “Aria Vale.” Something flickered in Serena’s eyes at the last name. “Vale,” she repeated. “As in Dominic Vale?” “Yes.” Serena smiled, small and controlled. “I wasn’t aware he had a daughter who attended events like this.” “I don’t usually,” Aria replied. Lucien remained silent beside her, but his presence was a solid weight in the conversation. Serena’s attention shifted to him again. “And you are?” “A guest,” Lucien said evenly.

I need to get this done and completed soon. My power is waning, I can barely feel when another entity is nearby. I need to bring my power back up. The only way to do that is to sacrifice the seer, and I know where she is now, Jenni March, the alpha’s daughter, the newest seer, the one that can make my power whole. Once that happens, I will be unstoppable, I’ll have control. I’ll be able to put an end to this whole fucked up situation, get rid of the mutts and the leeches. Then the witches will be the superior species here again. It’s our time to shine.

"We figure she'll be in touch with the Madam soon." Julian frowned, meeting Elara's gaze. Soon, Elara's phone buzzed. It was an encrypted FaceTime call. The video connected. After a moment of shaky footage, a dim background came into view. It was an abandoned church, surrounded by construction debris. Dante was tied to a stone pillar, covered in blood. And the one holding the phone was Serena. She had completely lost it. Serena, once delicate as a porcelain doll, now had messy hair, wore a filthy hospital gown, and clutched a black handgun.

But it wasn't water I needed. it was time. A lie. A way out. Because the man on the balcony. He knew me. Not as Damien Alaric bride. But as Serena Vale the girl who ran. The girl who sold paintings on sidewalks. The girl who disappeared from a life she never wanted. He couldn't be here. He shouldn't be here. But he saw me. And worse - I saw the look in his eyes. Recognition. Leverage. And maybe revenge. Damien moved behind me slowly.

Now, it was filled with remembrance stones, tiny torches, and names etched in a slow, winding circle around the base. Serena stood barefoot in the soft dirt, whispering a name with each step. “Is this how you rest now?” Elias asked, stepping beside her. “No,” Serena said, bending to light a flame beside a smooth stone. “This is how I keep going.” He touched her wrist. “Then let’s keep going together.” She nodded. And together, they walked the circle until every stone flickered. Caine’s Choice Darian stood in the archives when Serena entered the next morning. He’d grown quieter in recent weeks—not withdrawn, but… gentled. The chaos once etched into his features had given way to calm precision

People would leave tonight remembering Aria’s falter, Damien’s silence, and the shadow of Lord Althis’s name tied to whispers of weapons. As the crowd thinned, Serina moved toward the exit. Damien intercepted her in the corridor, his jaw tight, his voice low. “This was you.” She paused, tilting her head slightly. “What was I?” Aria appeared beside him, her eyes bright with fury. “You think you’re clever, Serina, but…” “I don’t think,” Serina said softly. “I act.” She left them standing there, their perfect composure shattered, knowing that every step they took from now on would be watched.

From the kitchen down the hall, Serena walked out into the corridor carrying a wooden bowl of winter greens. She wore a simple cream colored wool cardigan over a dark dress, her soft grey hair pinned neatly back. She stopped ten feet away, her dark, intelligent eyes resting on me with a quiet, unshakeable serenity. "Hello, Damien," Serena said softly. "Hello, Serena," I replied, removing my coat and hanging it on the wooden rack by the door. The dinner was unlike anything I had dared imagine during my four years in the cellar.

“Too late for that.” Her friends laughed, the sound like knives digging under my skin. I clenched my jaw and turned away. I wouldn’t give her the satisfaction. But Serena pushed off the railing, stepping into the ring with a predatory smile. “How about a spar, Aria? Unless you’re too broken for it.” Gasps rippled through the crowd. Serena was one of the top female warriors, ruthless and skilled, even I knew that Darren stepped forward, protective. “She’s not ready for that.”

She blocked their way, wanting to know who is the girl and why she is with Darrem. Darrem stopped when he saw Dana. “I thought you are not going to sleep with anyone else because you are busy?” Serene just hid on Darrem's back. She has no plans on urging with anyone. “I changed my mind.” That was a short but painful answer for Dana. “Ah, I see. You prefer woman now that looks innocent and weak, rather than dominating and sexy.” That is the reason why Serene doesn't want to engage with wealthy people. They love humiliating anyone.

"Yes, she did. She told me a lot about your so-called 'heroic deeds,' like how you often go out with different men and only come home after a few days, always looking exhausted, as if you've been completely drained..." Serena let out a playful laugh and placed her hand on his thigh. Damien glanced at her. "I'm driving.” Serena smiled and said, "You, of all people, should know whether I'm being drained or not. How about we test it out and see who drains whom first?" Every time Serena went out, it was to design clothing for an overseas studio. She never expected that her frequent absences would lead Katrina to assume she was fooling around and getting drained.