Female Selever Novels & Stories

And that she will bring them to me when the time is right. I am still pissed off about last night. I know I have succeeded in letting my brothers believe I am not responsible for Elara’s urges for me, but the bastards got in my way with time alone with her. I was so looking forward to taking things to a new level, but the potion had worn off by this morning, and I do not know when I will get another opportunity to give her the potion. Selena discreetly moves closer to me, and I smile softly at her. Selena will make a fine replacement if something happens to Elara during the war. She looks like Elara, and with a little guidance, she might even act like her.

She was looking at me with those mesmerizing eyes. Mel "Aden. What are you doing? Kate is in the next room. Get up from me?" Aden "Oh really. But I won't mind anyone else here. You are going to be my wife am I not allowed to love you." Mel "there is still time for our wedding. I feel inappropriate." Aden "Okay my sexy wife . Oh sorry to be wife. I just want to ask you some questions. Answer them and you are free to go."

Most members of the pack are proud of my strength and know that I will always use my strength to protect and train my pack. The future alpha does not like that I am more skilled and possibly stronger than him, especially since I am a female, better known as a “she-wolf”. My wolf and I think he should get over himself. I am who I am, and I am proud of it. My name is Seleste, future Gamma of the Blue Moon pack, the youngest lead warrior in the history of our pack, and assistant warrior trainer. I am a part of our pack’s elite forces known as the Elite 12. I am one of the first and youngest females to become part of the elite forces. My grandmother was the first female member of the Elite 12

- I patted her hands, flashing a pretentious smile towards the unnoticing reporters. Irina, stunned by my swift change in mood, gritted her teeth while holding up her pretentious smile. She knew that the jig was up, she chuckled drily - her eyes evasive. "Since we've met here, why don't we go on a shopping date together?. Miss Selene only picked a Chess piece, your tastes have changed overnight and i would love to know why." - She spoke softly, not wanting to falter in the eyes of the public.

But not for long. Alpha Gerald had reached the age of 50 without having produced an heir. He needed a breeder, and one look at Selena convinced him that she was the perfect candidate. Despite her efforts to conceal her beauty, Selena's allure was impossible to ignore. Gerald saw in her the potential to bear him a strong and powerful heir, and he wasted no time in making his offer to her father. In a strict sense, Selena could be considered his Luna, but he wasn't interested in having a Luna; rather, he wanted a breeder. His pack regarded women as expendable garbage.

I replied to him, staring at Seliora. I could not particularly explain what I felt at the moment. On one hand, I felt so much anger to see her up on the stage but I could not help but stare at her red dress which fitted her perfectly, and her ocean green eyes which one could easily get lost in. “My name is Seliora, the daughter of Alpha Thane,” Seliora said. “As you all already know, your Alpha took me captive and has refused to let me go. He claims my father ravaged your pack and killed his mate but it's all a lie.”

With Kevin's assistance, she meticulously planned and strategized, leaving no stone unturned in her quest to conquer Alpha Caleb's kingdom. Days turned into weeks, and weeks into months as Selena honed her skills, mastering the arts of manipulation and deception. She forged alliances with other supernatural beings who shared her desire for power and control. Vampires, witches, and shapeshifters pledged their allegiance to Selena, drawn by her charisma and promises of prosperity under her rule. Together, they formed a formidable force, ready to enact Selena's dream of domination. As the moon rose high in the sky, Selena and her loyal followers gathered in a hidden chamber, deep within the hea

It was one of those women who looked like clones of each other. My eyes widened and I impulsively found myself lunging at her with every last ounce of energy in me. She dodged and jumped down from the bed, then broke the window and jumped out through it. "What the fuck is going on?" I yelled at Demian. "Put your clothes on and get ready, we're going for the underground," Demian said, "Selena's father has a lot of dark shit on his sleeves." I couldn't believe I had almost slept with something that shifts between male and female forms. No wonder everything about her body felt different from the time I saw her lying naked on the bed.

It reminds her of Millie, the friend she left behind in the Heartlands. Selvara takes a different approach. She's the fierce protector, the warrior who makes sure Araya knows how to defend herself and her child. "You can still train," Selvara says during one of their sessions. "But differently. Smarter. Focus on technique instead of brute strength. Learn to use your opponent's momentum against them." She demonstrates, showing Araya how to redirect attacks, how to strike vital points, how to disable an attacker without exhausting herself. "Pregnant doesn't mean weak," Selvara says. "It just means you have to be more strategic. More precise."

She flicked her nipples harder, fucking herself faster, chasing the high. Draven’s breathing grew ragged. The sound of her desperate moans pushed him over. He came with a deep groan, spilling his thick load over his fist. "Draven…Ahh! You devil" Selene screamed, her body convulsing hard as her orgasm crashed through her. She shook violently, thighs trembling, chest heaving with satisfaction. For a long moment, only their heavy breathing filled the line. She quickly tucked her breasts back into her nightie and grabbed the phone, cheeks burning.