Fragment Of Seren Novels & Stories

"Lucien, we were never meant to be easy. Heck, I'm not even your mate. I just happened to fall in love with you and tie you to me to save your life." "But we were meant to be." Her gaze meets mine, and I see the war behind her eyes. The part of her that wants to believe, and the part of her that already sees the fracture forming. She nods once. "Just... don’t lie to yourself. If your soul is being called, you need to find out why." Unfortunately, we both have an idea of what could be happening... Seris moves like water, graceful and slow. She walks beside us like she’s always belonged. There is no arrogance in her, just certainty.

Flashback* Unknown POV. Divine hall, ancient London. ' I cannot take this anymore. You have to do something about it' 'sorry son, nothing can be done' your destiny is already tied to hers' 'are you not the most powerful being?' 'I am' * answered boringly* 'then why can't you just lift this f**king curse?' 'first, it is a punishment not a curse and secondly, do not curse in my presence' ' Okay whatever. I just want you to know that this girl you are claiming is part of my destiny is not even born yet'

"I wonder all these years how you look like, and now here you are." "Your name is Mateo, right?" I asked while squirming away from his touch. "You're the seer seeker." "Yes, Samantha Grey. I am Mateo, and I'm a seer seeker." He crossed his arm and continued to study me. My foolish heart seemed to beat a little faster as he locked his eyes on mine. "You've seen us in the Dammed place." I whispered, knowing the answer full well, but I just need to confirm his answer." Why did you let us go?"

That alone made my stomach tighten. Because Serena never lost clarity. Even under pressure. Even in battle. She was sharp. Focused. Unyielding. This version of her wasn’t. Afnan stepped into my peripheral vision slightly. Not fully approaching. But close enough. I felt her immediately through the bond. Tension. Concern. And something deeper. Recognition of fracture. “She’s not fully corrupted,” Afnan said quietly. Serena’s eyes shifted toward her. For the first time, something stable flickered in her expression.

" Serena stood there, eyes unfocused, as she watched him level his accusations against her. Casper struggled to stand. Serena had made it clear she wanted him to die. At that point, fear had little power left. "You used one man after another because you're weak. You don't deserve anyone's love. You're selfish, cruel, and pathetic. Even if Myles were reborn, he'd never fall in love with you again!" Serena's pupils shrank. She lunged forward and clamped her hands around his throat. Casper struggled desperately. "I was wrong… Help… Serena, don't…"

The river moved quietly behind her. Serena stood frozen on the bank, her real face not exposed under the bright moonlight. Damien stared at her as though the world had tilted off its axis or as if he was looking dead in the eye of a real ghost. The heavy and unspoken silence stretched too long. “You’re not Soren,” he said at last. “No.” she said, her tone flat. Her voice trembled only slightly. “Who are you?” “I'm… Serena.”

Serena: Every inch of my existence was battered. My body throbbed, and my eyes were now dry from crying. When I woke up, I found myself beside an abandoned building of the dead pack. It took me a few minutes to even force my eyes completely open. But I still hadn't managed to move much since then. Quiet whimpers slipped from my lips whenever I tried to call for help. It wasn't even the physical pain that weighed me down—it was the crushing of my spirit and the violation of my body that left me paralyzed.

Just as bewilderment gripped me, a faint, pained sound drifted from inside Serenity's room. My body reacted before my mind could catch up. I slammed the door open with a forceful push. "Serenity?" Once again, my entire frame locked in place. Serenity lay crumpled on the floor, her skin flushed a burning red from the fever that ravaged her. Soft yet agonizing whimpers escaped her lips, filling the room with raw vulnerability. Her claws were extended, digging desperately into her own chest as she gasped for air, each breath a labored struggle.

“I know.” Theron shifted, finally speaking. “She knew things about you. Things no imposter should know.” “She’s not an imposter,” Serena said, meeting his gaze. “She’s me. Or a fragment of me. A version born of shadow instead of light. I don’t know how—but she’s real. And she’s strong.” “Then we’ll destroy her,” Rylan said bluntly. Theron’s jaw clenched, but his tone softened when he turned back to Serena. “You don’t need to carry this alone.”

replied Amour. “Come on." Sere said. “Where to?” asked Amour innocently. “To heaven. Yes, get out of this bus, Mòr, are there any questions you have," Sere replied while shaking his head. “Ah that, well, come on!” said Amour awkwardly. Serena just shook her head. He knew that Amour was still very awkward as friends with him, so he understood it. “Are you both finished yet, Cup, Pras?” Sere shouted.