Fanart Serena Pokemon Novels & Stories

Others clawed at the ground, trying to flee the epicenter of destruction. Above it all, the First Howl writhed, its massive shadow-corrupted form blotting out the starlight. Its body pulsed with veins of dark energy, and its howl tore the sky itself apart. Serena stood at the center of the storm, her body glowing with fused power—silver light of the moon colliding with the violet fire of shadow. Her form was both wolf and something beyond wolf, her eyes twin orbs of stormlight. She could feel every heartbeat in the valley, every thread of fate pulling taut around her.

"I was not born in this Pack. I was brought here as a child, without wolf, without family. For years, I believed I had none. But that is no longer the truth." Behind me, Emma activated the projection. The screen lit up with a high-resolution scan of the Mooncut symbol, its ridges metallic and worn, edges catching the light like a weapon dulled from time. Then Serena’s portrait appeared, formal but unpolished. She wore a dark blouse and carried a medical bag in one hand. Her eyes were steady, her mouth unsmiling but not cold.

Seras (voice only shaking a little): “Lucian Dragomir, right? Seras Himuari Nakamura. You just put Remy on his ass like it was choreography, and I think my heart just filed for citizenship in your general vicinity.” He looks up. Storm-cloud eyes meet mine and the temperature in the cafeteria jumps ten degrees. Lucian (slow, rumbling smile): “Seras Himuari Nakamura. Daughter of sun and volcano. Your reputation scorched the mountains long before you walked into this room.” He stands (tall, polite, ancient), pulls out the chair beside him, and nudges the tray toward me. Lucian: “Sit. I brought extra fries. Dragons hoard treasure, but we share with fire that can burn the sky itself.”

“So, this girl is your mate and so is the king of the werewolves. You keep calling her angel. Is she? Who was Indie’s mate? What is Serena? What’s going on?” He was getting more confused and upset. I knew the next part would be harder still. I would make sure he understood how important he was to me, Indie, and Serena. Denny needed to be on our side. I needed to fulfill my promise to keep Indie’s mates safe. “That’s a lot to answer, Dennis. Serena was Indie’s female mate. They’d been mated since they were fifteen. Serena is half succubus and half siren. Aria is her half-sister, by their father. She’s half succubus and half siren as well. He had a type. I guess Indie and I do to…” I laughed.

But she didn't know if it was right. "Alright then but you have to rest first, okay?" Serena smiled, "sure". A while later, Serena came downstairs. As usual, she met nobody around except Anika who was already waiting for her in the kitchen. She was in shorts and a tank top and let her long, brown hair down her waist. Before she entered the kitchen, she took her time in observing the rooms, furniture and portraits. There was a touch of grey in almost everything. She knew grey was Frederick's favourite colour and chuckled.

Nate questioned, looking away from them. "They like to have breakfast here," Sera replied before pulling a drawer and taking out kitten food. Nate watched as she filled the large bowl she kept in her room with food. His gaze shifted back to the kittens who had jumped off the bed at some point and were now surrounding her. Sera smiled softly as she looked down at them, her fingers trailing gently through their fur. With her hair braided loosely down her back and a green gown flowing around her, she personified nature itself. Her feminine charm had transformed his household into a sanctuary.

Eira avoided the patrolling Silver Moon guards, weaving her way through a handful of back alleys until she reached the outpost of the Windchaser Caravan in the south of the city. From the training yard in the back of the outpost came the whistle of a blade cutting through the air. Serena stood in the center of the yard, dressed in a lightweight pale green leather armor, her chestnut bobbed hair flying with every movement. Three throwing knives were locked in her hand; with a flick of her wrist, three solid thunks rang out, each blade burying itself dead center in the wooden target fifty meters away. “Who’s there?!” Serena spun around sharply, her forest-green eyes locking onto the corner of

His mother was not pissed at him, and it looked like his mate and her best friend were okay…for now. “Gala?” Serena asked, seated beside Megan, they were busy playing ‘XOX’. Childish? Yes, but looking at how serious they were at it he could not help but grin. Megan and Serena were two very different women, yet they complemented each other. “Are you talking about the Annual Pantera Gala?” “Yes, that one.”