M Y Serenity Novels & Stories

“Don’t worry! Go, I’ll be fine. I’ll message you updates on where I am.” “Perfect! I trust you, Serenity.” - After breakfast, Serenity cleaned the dishes, showered, and dressed comfortably: jeans, a loose shirt, and sneakers. She packed her camera in her bag and set out to explore Madrid’s picturesque streets. Serenity’s beauty was undeniable, a mix of her parents’ best features. She had inherited her mother’s delicate facial structure, her father’s height, and her maternal grandmother’s striking gray eyes and smooth, warm complexion. Her dark hair and piercing gaze gave her an extraordinary allure. Thanks to Marcus and Mary’s upbringing, she was confident, resourceful, and unafraid of chall

"How—" His lips brushed my temple, his voice barely above a whisper. "Forgive us, Moya lyubov." Then darkness swallowed me whole. The world returned in fragments. The hum of a car engine. The distant murmur of voices. A dull throbbing at the base of my skull.

She was not going to receive it if they thought she had been blessed personally. “As you can see, my biggest blessing is the love of my pack members. Without them, I would not be alive today and you would be trying Sheryl for murder, not attempted murder.” Serenity says in a strong voice full of challenge. This is why I had paired the footage. To show that as the pack prayed, as they bowed to their Goddess and the Alpha, she received healing. I wanted them to see it in real time side by side, so there were no doubts that it was THE PACK that had been blessed, not the pup herself.

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 whisper. “Hello, Toby.” She reaches up and kisses my cheek as she turns back towards the table. Clearing her throat. “Good morning, wolves. My name in Serenity. I am the wolf of Rae.” She says with authority in her tone. “My girl has been through enough in her life. She does not need you to judge her for what my mother has chosen.” The whole room erupts into gasps. “Yes, I am the first. Now, I have heard the rumors going around my girl. Those are to stop, NOW.”

The Isle of Myrren was unnaturally quiet that morning. A thick blanket of fog hung low, barely drifting. Even the waves against the jagged cliffs whispered instead of crashing. Deep in the stone dungeon of the ancient fort, Serena lay still on the cold ground, her body curled up beneath the thin blanket they’d allowed her. Her eyes were closed, but she wasn’t asleep. She hadn’t truly slept in days—not since she began attempting to communicate through the mind-link and learning to detach her soul from her body.

Equilibrium. Serenity, despite her name meaning the state of being calm and at peace, has never had a taste of being in the said state. Not once was she able to live without crippling anxiety. Vince’s presence? It does give her a sense of safety, but never peace. That’s contrary to the nature of their relationship. A sigh escaped from Serenity’s lips as she threw her shades at the pearly sands of the island her father had always loved. An extremely breathtaking view, with the lovely sands and the calm waves.

"Fuck. Just hold on we will get you to the pack doctor. My name is Beta Kane." "S.s.s.serenity" I say, then everything around me fades to black