Fairy Tail God Serena Mga Nobela at Kwento

Author’s Note Dear Readers, This is not the end of Jayden and Serena’s journey, it is only the beginning of a new chapter. Part 1 closes here, but their story continues in ways you cannot yet imagine. Serena’s path is about to change. She will rise stronger than ever, carving out her own destiny and becoming the queen of her own kingdom. The woman you have known is resilient, fearless, and unyielding. She will grow even more powerful, facing challenges that will test her strength, intelligence, and heart.

I am Seranda Mathews the unwanted born of a lineage of slaves and sacrifice. Cursed with the spirit of Zeranda, keeper of the soul of death. A plague waiting to be eradicated. A celebration at my death, festivity at the sight of my blood. I look up and wipe away my tears, I stare from the open bars of my dungeon where sunlight penetrates to lighten up the cramped space I have called home for the last 18 years. Today is that day, the long-awaited day of my death.

**Five Years Later** {SERENA POV} I stand at the window of ETHEREAL’s New York headquarters, watching the city I once fled from. The city where Adrian destroyed me. Where I was humiliated, betrayed, broken. Now I’m back. Not as Adrian’s wife. Not as anyone’s victim. As Serena Moore-Grant, CEO of a global fashion empire, wife to the love of my life, and grandmother to six beautiful grandchildren. Lucas appears behind me, wrapping his arms around my waist. “Thinking about the past?”

The nerve. “I am Rhiannon. The Celtic Goddess of horses, dragons, fae, and hummingbirds. I am also your goddess. I have been watching and I must say I’m very impressed with what you have done so far. But this isn’t the end, Serana. You and Vilkas need to restore the balance of each kingdom.” I bite my lip and look away from her. “I didn’t ask for this. Nobody asked for this. Yet here we are, the world is fucked. Yet it falls on our shoulders to restore. Why me? Why us?” I turn to look at her as she glides closer to me, her hands clasped in front of her.

Serena’s POV What should I do? Oh God. Please save me. I don't want to die. They wore black suits with a few buttons open and the tattoos told me I wasn't dealing with regular people. “Miss Serena,” the middle one and the tallest said. His voice was smooth but cold. “We're sorry for your loss.” Did he expect me to respond to that after scaring me half way to death? I kept quiet, shivering as he came closer.

“You have your mate to do it.” And there is was! The pun! “Talking about knocking people out,” Dr Serena sighed. “Here,” and she pushed a big vat of greenish potion. “And what is that?” Kira asked. “You and your mate seem quite fertile,” Dr Serena spoke and as usual her directness made Kira blush. “And while I would love to take care of dozen of our alpha princes and princesses, I don’t think your body can handle it if you have them at short intervals!”

Kael stood nearby breathing heavily, blood dripping from his arm, both of them watched Serena carefully but Serena only looked at me and hatred still burned inside her eyes. “You think you won?” she whispered and her voice shook badly but I said nothing. The battlefield still trembled beneath us and small pieces of the broken ritual circles cracked apart slowly. Serena laughed weakly and then suddenly her expression twisted again and age exploded across her face. “You stole everything from me!” Dark energy burst from her body again and the wolves around us shouted in shock. “Lyra!” Kael yelled. Serena moved fast, too fast and she rushed toward me screaming wildly.

Serena froze. The growl deepened as the creature moved closer, slow at first, then with frenzied urgency. Barking erupted, wild and unrestrained, echoing off the walls as the beast lunged forward, only to be yanked back by the chains that held it. Serena clutched her chest, as if holding her heart in place would keep it from bursting through her ribs. Her eyes stretched wide with terror. Stefano had locked her in a dungeon with a dog. But not just any dog. A feral, starved dog rabid with hunger and fury. “This is how you die.” she heard a little voice whisper to her.

"Lyra You don't get it, do you? You're Sage's Luna now. Being a Mickleson means any enemy of ours remains your enemy." I hissed, "It most definitely isn't; can you even hear yourself for goodness sake?" I was getting frustrated. I hated being trapped in a cage. "Xavier took Sage's mate away from him. Veronica was his mate before Xavier stepped in, and there's a lot more to it than just that. Now think about it: do you think Sage would let the same happen?" I was taken aback by his confession but again could keep shut, trying to point out the fact that Sage and I's relationship is nothing short of a contract.

My fated mate, Alpha Felix, had always put his adoptive sister, Serena, first. Whenever danger struck, his first instinct was always to pull her into his arms. The night our pack was attacked by rogues, he smashed through three doors just to carry Serena out of her room first. Only after making sure she was safe did he remember I was still trapped in the thick smoke. He then sent someone to find me. That incident left a bad burn scar on my shoulder. For the very first time, I forced him to choose between me and Serena. He looked at me in confusion. "Nova, Serena is just my sister. Besides, she is much weaker. Why are you competing with her?" "I swear to you, I'll treat you both equally