God Serena Novels & Stories

It was calm and peaceful but almost like a whisper like there was something stuck in the speaker's throat making their voice come out as if, along with white noise. The both of them turned around to the speaker, it was none other than Jelena Savage herself! The Coalition Chieftess of the Als race!

I closed my eyes in deep anticipation. "Well, this is a very interesting training technique." A loud, mocking female voice interrupted the quiet silence. North stopped moving instantly. He pulled his head back quickly and looked over his broad shoulder. I turned my head to the side and looked toward the edge of the dirt ring. Serena stood there on the green grass. She had her arms crossed tightly over her chest. She wore a fitted red training top and short black pants. Her hair was pulled back into a high ponytail. She looked directly at us with a very clear expression of pure disgust on her face.

Robert replied, leading them to the garden. Serena observed an elderly man sitting by the pool, sipping expensive wine. A young woman accompanied him, whose identity eluded her. The woman exuded impeccable beauty - slim, with jet black hair tied in a neat bun. Her white sundress oozed elegance and sophistication. The man, with his striking grey hair, bore a resemblance to Alex. Alex approached the man, allowing Serena to take the vacant seat opposite his father. Nodding at his father, he said, "Father, I would like you to meet my girlfriend, Serena."

Jessy said with a smile, and Sean nodded, letting her go. "Good morning. I hear you were looking for me," David said, sitting across from Sean. "Good morning, indeed. And to get straight to the point, I, as Hera's representative, would like to request a leave for her. Maybe you could grant her a few days off," Sean said, and his words sounded like they couldn't be disputed. David was silent for a moment, looking at Sean. "Leave? But for what? Hera hasn't said anything to me so far."

It wasn’t really easy moving in such a tight group, but soon enough, we arrived in a grand hall, well, not in, cause we weren’t practically in yet, but I could clearly see how big the hall was from the back entrance where we stood, it had lesser people than I’d thought it would, but all that didn’t matter, I just wanted to get this all over with. “And tonight, I announced my bride, Serena!” “It’s your turn now,” Simone who had maintained her place beside me all through whispered and the crowd dispersed, leaving way for everyone and anyone to see me now. I started with taking a step and was about to take the second one when I heard a voice so familiar call my name, “SERENA? YOU’VE GOT TO BE F

But he wasn’t the center of attention. Haris extended his hand into the car, and a woman stepped out with elegant grace. Dewangga’s heart seemed to stop. His eyes widened in disbelief. It was Serena. But not the Serena he had known for the past seven years. Gone were the dull house dresses. Gone was the pale face and swollen eyes. The woman before him wore a black haute couture gown with a daring backless design, revealing smooth, radiant skin. Her short hair was styled sleek and modern, giving her a sharp, commanding presence.

“How much do you know about the relic, Serena?” “I know that it’s about a thousand years old. It’s a statue of the goddess Sirona, an ancient Celtic goddess of healing. And that’s all I know. Oh, and I look like her. Whoopie for me! Wait a minute. I look like her. She’s the Goddess of Healing, but she’s a statue, and I’m real. Son of a bitch!” Serena shot up from her seat, her hands flying to her gaping mouth. “Raphael, don’t you see? It finally makes sense! He thinks I’m her!” She paced the floor and stopped cold, looking Raphael square in the eyes.

Serena was pulled on the seat by Megan, she leaned her head on her shoulder and waited for the man who calls himself her mate. ~~~~~~ The afternoon sun was good on her skin. Sitting on the passager seat of Rooka’s G63, she gazed at the terrain outside. Serena never imagined that she would be able to be this close to Mt. Sinai. She may not be able to set foot on where the Ten Commandments were created according to the catholic bible, but she did not care one bit. “Do you believe in God?”

Serena stood below her, backlit by a storm of pulsing light, her hair unbound and whipping with an unseen wind, her body radiating a power older than time, fierce and unrelenting. Serena’s eyes had shifted—no longer their usual expressive softness. They were lit from within, glowing with divine silver. They weren't just the eyes of a wolf; they weren’t even the eyes of a goddess. They were something beyond comprehension. Something no one had ever seen. Not even Solmyra, who had lived for nearly a thousand years.

It truly was her. After years of searching, she was finally right there, within his reach. The last time he had seen her, she looked worn down. But the woman before him left him momentarily unsteady. Serena was smiling. It was the kind of smile he had longed to see again. She looked confident as she spoke to the man beside her. Her eyes gleamed with life, and her skin was radiant. The realization struck him all at once... Serena had... flourished without him. “Sir, I’m sure of it. I rechecked VanderMed Technologies’ profile,” Gavin said beside him, holding out his phone. “That man with Miss Kline is indeed Silas Vander.”