Irene Belserion Novels & Stories

After two years she will be free to get married to whoever she pleases. We sit in silence for some minutes before light footsteps are heard from the front door. A young lady in a maid’s attire with a luggage in her hand comes into view. She is soon followed by a lady clad in all black. She is also on a face cap but anyone could tell that she wasn’t a normal person because she carried a powerful aura. Emilia Peyton.

He leans over and places a kiss on my ankle. I turn around and head for my dressing table. I wait, my back straight, while Elio passes a gold chain with a sun-shaped medal hanging from it. In the center, a white diamond sparkle with the letter G engraved around it. "Do you like it?" he asks me when he sees me playing with the pendant. "Much, grazie sole mio," I answer, giving him a slight smile through the mirror's reflection. The sun represents him. This is the origin of his name, Helios, the sun. The G is the initial of the Family. This jewel is not an ornament, it is a necklace and a chain to remind me that I belong to him and the Family.

"Shut up you mangy beast. " "You shall not speak while I speak, nor shall you question my decision. " "Get me cherries from the Isle of Thorns, I need proof you're worthy of my son's love." She said in surmounting anger. I was hesitant. I knew nothing about the strange Isle; wherever it may be. I fumbled my fingers nervously. She was my mother-in-law, I wouldn't dare defile her orders. "Prove to me that you are worthy and deserving of my son. "Prove to me that you'll make a strong and fearless Luna." "Only then shall I consider you." She said staunchly with her nose turned up in disapproval. Our silence filled the vast bedroom. "We'll be welcoming our special guest today, the primordial." "I

I ask. “The Goddess. Some of us are born to serve. Some of us are born to lead.” She replies. “We were born to serve. If not our alpha and King— our mate!” “I will serve no one.” I say through gritted teeth. The meat and cheese rolls are now sitting like bricks in my belly. “Be careful, Ceres. Someone may hear that and think you are treasonous.” She cautions. “I met a girl some time ago. She is the Lady’s maid for Madame Perimeade Zhadnost. Belle is her name I think? Her mother belongs to your house.” I say to shift the conversation.

Elara's POV The door opened without waiting for our permission, wards parting with a reluctant groan as if coerced. Three figures entered the chamber, their presence a chill draft cutting the sensual warmth we'd cultivated—two guardians in full rune-plate armor, visors down but eyes visible through slits, glowing with enhancement spells; flanked between them, a woman in layered indigo robes embroidered with archival sigils that shimmered like captured starlight. Archivist-General Selene Vire—older than Maerin by decades, sharper in intellect, and infinitely more dangerous because she believed, with fervent zeal, that systems could tame any chaos, bend any anomaly to order's will. Her silver

Nathaniel’s body lay still, the pendant shattered at his side, its dark power extinguished. The figure lowered their hood, revealing a woman with eyes like twin constellations, her face ageless yet marked by centuries of wisdom. “I am Lysara, Keeper of the Lunar Veil,” she said, her voice resonating through the bond, calming Alina within Autumn. “I am the last of the Callisto elders, hidden beyond the packs’ reach when the Order rose. Your blood, Autumn, and your brother’s, awakened me.”

“DON’T HURT RUBY!” The boy reluctantly lowered his blade, unable to kill the beast without striking the girl. Andrew’s expression was torn between the anger still lingering from the sight of Elaine’s body pinned to the earth and the confusion that the beast had a name. “Ruby let her go!” The beast moved off of Elaine, but she remained on the ground, trying to regain the breath it had stolen from her. The younger girl walked over to Ruby and began to pet her, unburned by the fire that radiated off of the creature. The child murmured soothing words to the monster as Andrew rushed to Elaine’s side.

Ronan caught her arm immediately. The silver-haired woman’s expression softened faintly. “You feel it too.” Her voice carried through the synchronization itself instead of merely the air. The sanctuary fell completely silent. Aria steadied herself slowly. “Who are you?” The woman lowered her head slightly. “My name is Selene Vaelor.” Her silver eyes remained fixed on Aria. “Last surviving Keeper of the First Lunar Bloodline.” The mountain reacted. Literally. Synchronization currents erupted beneath the sanctuary pathways while emotional resonance surged harder through connected wolves across every district.

he said, though there was no suspicion in his voice – only curiosity. "And there is something familiar about you, though I know we have never met before. Are you... are you one of the divine ones who walk among us now?" Eirene smiled, reaching out to touch the bark of the olive tree beside them, feeling its steady life force beneath her fingers. "I am Eirene, daughter of Hera and Zeus," she said simply. "Though I think of myself more as a bridge between worlds than as something separate from either." Instead of being overwhelmed, Lysander’s eyes lit up with interest.

"Speak! Who the hell are you?" Seeing that Eliza was no longer speaking, Irene became anxious. "I'm telling you, I've already settled down on the seat next to Mr. Valentine." "If you know what's good for you, then..." "I'm Cerys." Eliza's lips curled up as she spoke with a faint smile. Irene, who on the other end of the phone, was silent for a few seconds. Afterwards, Irene let out a high pitched voice, "You're that ugly Cerys?!"