Romans & histoires Fairy Tail God Serena

I say angrily to her. “Ooh, please, Brian. I am already tired of you or your threats. Therefore, do whatever you want. But know this, you don't have any place in Gael's heart. He has a daddy, and he knows Raphael as his daddy. You will never win him over. You lost already.” Serah says and this makes me so angry. “We will see about that. I am his biological dad. Therefore, that Raphael will lose this fight. Gael is mine, and I will be his only dad.” I say and I start leaving.

The two werewolves extended their trembling claws and slowly knocked upon the door. Serena opened it with an expression of utter indifference. Her simple work attire only enhanced her otherworldly beauty. Her gaze held no warmth—only cold disdain and annoyance. Astraea voiced her irritation. "Aren't they tired of this? They've been pestering you every day. It's getting old." Without a word, Serena gazed at them with a face devoid of emotion, as if she were looking at two complete strangers.

Sera said senselessly as she admired the house "Albert, Albert! Albert!! Its been a while I saw you... Are things going as planned? A voice echoed round the room "Yes my Lord" Albert replied while Sera kept looking around hoping to see the person talking when suddenly a man appeared from no where making her flinch slightly "Here is the girl" He said pushing Sera towards Lord Kono Lord kono was once a member of the AVOL TERRITORY ( the immortal realm) but for some reason he was cast out and he decided to take revenge with the help of Albert.

As if Liuying’s life was worth less than a flea on a rogue’s back. Liuying’s voice trembled, her scent souring with fear. "I am a First-Rank Omega serving Luna Queen Eleanor! You wouldn't dare kill a servant within the Royal territory!" Serena let out a sharp, amused laugh. "Why do they keep sending me the stupid ones? It’s so boring." She stepped closer; her predatory gaze fixed on Liuying’s bloodless face. "You’ve been in the packhouse for so long, yet you don’t know why I was exiled to The Silent Abbey?"

With Reynard’s approaching steps, I pushed back and away from him in confusion and fright. "Tell me which one is the true Serena? The one I am looking at now, who cares and is open to showing her emotions, or the one who only likes to follow Daxon’s lead." As he stopped in front of me and explained his question better, I understood he had yet to find out there were more shades to Serena than he could ever expect. For instance, Serena, was in contact with him all this time when she was in her sister’s body. "Oh!" I looked down to take a deep breath.

< Serena > "You're biting off more than you can chew, Nevannir," I hurriedly said. "I've always thought of you as an intelligent man. I never expected you to be delusional too." "I'm a visionary, Priestess Serena, and my visions see you by my side as my queen," he finalized. "Return me to my body, now," I ordered, my ears done with hearing his delusions. He tsk'd and shook his head slowly, "I'm afraid I can't."

“This is Drake… Galatia’s beta. He’s not trying to confuse you. He’s showing you respect.” My gaze snapped to Galatia at that, my eyes narrowing slightly. “Respect for what?” I asked, my voice quieter now but edged with something sharp. “Because last I checked, I’m just a human who got dragged into something I don’t understand.” Galatia finally moved then, stepping closer, his eyes on me in a way that made my chest tighten just a little. “That’s the problem,” he said, his voice low and steady. “You’re not just human, Serena… and it’s time you stop running from that.”

Raine POV Ten minutes later the door opens and the woman walks in. “Raine, right?” I nod. “Who are you?” “I’m Serena, Kai’s mate.” Mate? “No.” “Yes, he’s my mate. Here’s something to remember.” She grabs my hair and drags me up. “You’re nothing. You’re not here to be his Luna. I’m the Luna. You’re here to be a slave. You’re here so we can use your magic to protect our pack.”

#Livia’s POV “Forgive the intrusion, Lord Hartwell,” a soft, sweet voice called out. A young woman stepped into the room carrying a small wooden tray with a glass of lukewarm water and a folded linen cloth. She wore the clean white and blue robes of a junior healer. Her light honey brown hair was pulled back neatly, framing a youthful, strikingly kind face with bright, compassionate green eyes. Serena. My breath caught in my throat. I braced myself for the sudden surge of hatred I expected to feel – the fury toward the woman whose testimony had sealed my death sentence, the healer who had claimed my herbs were used to poison Alpha Magnus.