M Y Serenity Novels & Stories

“Or are you planning on doing something to quiet me?” “No,” Serenity gasps, her eyes growing wide. When she looks like that, she reminds me so much of Denali, and it makes my heart squeeze. “Come with me.”

The videographer gave a thumbs-up and discreetly exchanged a glance with me. My phone rang, and it was Beatrice calling. I answered, "What’s up?" Beatrice chuckled. "What an impressive composure, Lily. The internet is flooded with criticism of you, yet you remain so calm." Her purpose for this call was definitely not to exchange pleasantries, so I feigned concern. "I must admit, it's been quite challenging for me too. How about you clarify the situation?" "Well, Lily, you aren’t that great after all. It won’t be difficult for me to clear your name." Beatrice seemed quite satisfied with my attitude as she directly laid out her conditions.

Serenity let out her breath roughly, and swallowed her saliva with some difficulty at once. "Now, just follow your instincts, My Lady." Lizea muttered back to Serenity about what she should do. Without saying anything, Serenity immediately extended her right hand, in order to touch the glass barrier now. For a moment, Serenity was silent, then closed her eyelids tightly, while regulating her breathing there. After Serenity felt much better, she opened her eyelids again, and moved closer towards the glass barrier with her right hand extended now. Until not long after, when Serenity's right palm managed to touch the glass barrier, she immediately frowned deeply there.

Death was better than going back to River Valley and being tortured for failing my mission. The leader made a deadly swiping motion across his neck and exited the room. “Your last wish will be granted. I am going to let you in on a little secret. Serenity is a witch.” My mouth opened, and I felt two hands on the side of my head, and that was the end.

Her hand reached out, taking it gently and she held it up. Maybe Noah was right, she should find something a little more— elegant. Dropping her hand, she closed her eyes and listened for the demon. A random thud of the fridge, a clink of a spoon against a cup. He drank too much coffee… Come into the open, Serenity. Serenity’s eyes opened, gaze falling to her arm, as her hand moved on its own, scratching the toothpick across her arm. “Shit, shit, shit.” Jumping to her feet, she flung open the door and raced out into the living room. “Noah!”

And as the final flame was born—not hers, not Maeron’s, not Atheira’s—but theirs— Serena whispered: “May this one burn not from pain… but from peace.”

After a bit more talk, the phones were hung up. Serenity got up from her computers and moved to the window, it looked like hell out there. She wasn’t sure what to do to be honest. She kind of felt like she should go somewhere, but she was a shut in really. She saw the water pulling out from the bay far below her. She hoped that when the water came back, it would be the last time it happened. ______Jormungand______

Serenity: “That can’t be true. After all, Professor Davis said that he didn’t feed Frank to the sharks. As you know, Frank is one of his students. Professor Davis fired him, though, and then he threw him into a mine. It will take Frank ten years to dig himself out, which is punishment enough. Don’t you think? Professor Davis is my Prince Charming. He saved you as I expected he would. He’s so handsome, isn’t he?” When Crystal didn’t reply, Serenity waved her hand in front of her face and said, “Earth to Crystal. Earth to Crystal. What are you thinking? Are you stunned? Are you touched?” Crystal pushed Serenity’s hand away from her face and said, “I’m tired. Could you please leave me alone? I’

Her breathing matched his, becoming slow and calm. In the quiet of the dimly lit room, wrapped in the scent of sandalwood and the beautiful safety of his embrace, Serena finally closed her eyes. Safe within the arms of the monster who would destroy the world to keep her breathing, she drifted into a deep sleep. And there, in the quiet aftermath of blood and fire, they slept together, bound by a dark, unbreakable thread.