God Serena Novels & Stories

on repeat. Another contraction hits, and Serena lets out a guttural sound that echoes through the room. It’s the kind of noise that would make most men run for the hills, but I stay rooted to my spot, holding her hand and whispering, "You’ve got this, baby. You’re incredible." Dr. Greene looks up again. “Okay, Serena, it’s time. Let’s meet these babies.” ********************

Serena's POV Ten years later. Silver City. I stood by the floor-to-ceiling window in my top-floor office at The Claws headquarters, looking down at the city that never slept. The neon lights below flickered like stars scattered across the night. "Ms. Serena, congratulations on winning 'Security Strategist of the Year' again," my assistant, Maya, walked in, holding a heavy invitation. "That's the fifth time." The fifth time. In ten years, I’d gone from a heartbroken girl to a legend in the world of werewolf security.

“My personal assistant is going on vacation, and I don’t want you making mistakes.” Serena looked me up and down, then started listing her “Essentials” like she was reading from a royal decree. “Let me tell you—I’m allergic to berries. My coffee must be a very specific temperature. I’ll give you the details.” She rolled her eyes, then dropped a thick folder on the table in front of me.

They will learn not to try to make Serena sound weak around me. I find my week mostly explaining the situation to people, that Serena is healing and I am merely a stand-in. I keep it quiet that she is pregnant, as I know she would rather people not know. Most of the men were not inclined to argue with me over the rules, but I notice the women are different, many attempting to get my attention with their flirty looks and small touches. Their efforts go in vain as I only desire the attention of one woman. I have seen the extent of the risk that she is under when she leaves the compound, certain individuals in the city seem far too happy to believe Serena is no longer in charge. It is evident t

Now however, luck had presented them with the opportunity to seize The Golden Serpent with the full set of gems. Theobald and Laria had had to put their family at risk to give credibility to the capture. The High Priestess had received a message in a trance from the Goddess Noor, demanding that such risk be taken. The plan was to make a fair attack in the middle of the ceremony, free the captives and get the gems.

Serena said flopping down on the soft chairs. "You must be a regular customers here,"I said with a soft genuine laugh as we settled down on the soft comfortable sofa and stared down at the wrestling match that was going on in the ring. "Stand up and raise your hands and let me take off your shirt baby," Gilda said gesturing at Serena. "Why did you say that?"Serena was smiling sheepishly as her girlfriend gently forced out the tight shirt she was wearing from her shoulders. "Baby you are adding a whole lot of weight,"Gilda said

Like a Luna might. As she came closer, I realized, with a sinking feeling in my chest, that it was Serena. Goddess, she had hardly aged a day over the past seven years. Her hair was just as perfect as ever, trailing down her back in silky golden waves. Her skin was pale and luminous, and her lips were painted a deep, bloody red. When she saw me standing there in my jeans and sweater and light jacket, with my braid mussed and my skin streaked with dirt, I could practically feel the judgment radiating off of her. Her lips curved further, revealing a tight sneer.

He’s looking at her like she hung the damn moon. The caption: Fresh off a rumored split and huge payout from husband James Hale, Serena was all smiles shopping in Paris with an unidentified but extremely attractive escort. Rebound? I close my eyes. Fuck.

In it, Serena was speaking to someone, her face twisted with frustration. "This isn’t over!" Serena yelled. "We have to take them down before they take us down!" A deep voice responded coolly. "Calm down, Serena. We need to play smarter than this." Ariana narrowed her eyes. "Who is that?" Jacob zoomed in. Jonathan Pierce. Ariana’s smile turned ice-cold. "We’ve got them." The Press Conference Serena stepped onto the podium with confidence. Her expression was composed, as if she had everything under control.

Someone in pink stepped out, her blonde hair glistening in the early sunlight. Serena. She tucked her hands in her pocket, her heels clacking as she walked to Mr Han. “I'm a VAR representative–” she pulled out a card for verification. “What… what are you doing here?” He asked, wrinkles creasing his temple. Serena smiled brightly eyeing the corpse. “He invited us for the engagement as the biggest influence on his life. Not to brag, but his entire success is because of us,” she explained. Mr Han opened his mouth to say something, but shut it immediately. Serena was trying to corner him, so he'd have no choice but to bend to her will.