Pokemon Characters Serena Novels & Stories

The attacking wolves are startled and jump back as if they had been electrocuted. Serena pushes herself back up. Our bodies are throbbing with pain, but I can feel this strong energy that’s lending us the strength to fight. My body feels lighter, faster, almost…electric. With a powerful roar, Serena launches herself at the nearest wolf. He lunges back, baring his fangs. But we weave around him with lightning speed. “I’m the fucking Celestial wolf, you furry assholes. Don’t underestimate me!” She yells, her voice coming out as another powerful growl that vibrates through her chest.

“We all know why we're here.” The Luna inhaled and moved uneasily in her seat. I saw her husband reach for her hand and squeeze it. I scoffed. “Who are you?” My gaze was fixed on the young lady. She blinked and lowered her gaze to meet mine briefly. “I’m Serena. Princess of the Shadowhowl pack.” “And how do I know you’re Serena and this is not some other trick from you guys.” “I am Serena,” She replied almost rolling her eyes. She was spoilt silly, this one.

Serena fought with raw grief, her violet magic clashing violently against the corrupted versions of spells she once learned at Elara’s side. Every blast hurt more than the last. Kael tore through the lesser infected, roaring in fury every time one of the turned witches called Serena’s name. Damien moved like a shadow of death, protecting Serena’s blind spots while keeping a constant eye on her. “Serena!” Elara called again, launching a spear of black lightning. “Come home!” Serena screamed and countered with a massive wave of pure violet fire. The two spells collided in a blinding explosion that threw everyone back.

Something else, something older, something that's been waiting my whole life to wake up. I feel it through the bond. A surge of energy, raw, powerful. Coming from Serena, I turn. She's standing at the edge of the battlefield. Wounded, Bleeding, but her eyes are glowing, Silver. Not gold like a normal wolf, but silver like starlight. "Serena?" She doesn't hear me. She raises her hands, and the world holds its breath. I don't know what I'm doing. I just know I have to do something. The power rises inside me. Hot and cold at once, burning through every vein.

A grin curved onto my lips on the realization that I'm about to be the strongest being on Dexo Fernia – and soon be crowned as their queen. Holding my double-bladed swallow on my left hand, I walked through the only barrier keeping me locked outside the coliseum. Emotionless I waited for it to be removed out of my sight and the cheers grew louder every second. And as the wood barrier was slowly removed, those cheers just grew even louder. "VERONICA! GO VERONICA! GO VERONICA!!" I held my head high when I was called. "Let's give it up... to the Herald of Dexo Fernia, the shadow assassin! The daughter of Hikaris himself… VERONICA!"

“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.

But she wasn’t out of the doorway when she heard a familiar voice from the shadows speaking to her. “You want to train to be a soldier, do you? To defeat the dragon?” She turned, her eyes cutting through the darkness. She knew who it was before he even stepped into the light, before she even saw his face. When he stepped into the beam of light coming in from the hallway, she locked eyes with him, and her head nodded up and down. “I will train you,” he said. She almost laughed, almost chuckled in his face. But then, she realized he meant it, and while she had always hated him, if anyone other than Xaver Cross could train her to kill the dragon, it was him.

I tell him with a tilt of my head to show respect. “Anytime Sequoia. You are the sister of my Delta. Anything you need. I am always here. You are family.” he says and leaves, smiling at Serenity on his way past. I turn my attention to her and feel tears pool in my eyes. “Sese. How are you, my pup?” I ask as she runs into my arms.

“It surprised me too. I mean, Serena’s tough. She probably had the best physiotherapists in the country. Moonveil wouldn’t spare expenses when it comes to their future Luna. Still, it’s weird. One minute she’s out for the season, the next she’s walking into school like nothing ever happened, cheer captaining the Veil Claws again, no less.” “She didn’t look like she was ever hurt,” I muttered. Maya glanced at me. “Exactly. That’s the thing about Serena. She’s… kind of a mystery. But not in a good way.” Lila leaned in, curious. “How do you mean?” Maya hesitated for a second. “She’s pretty. Beautiful, even. But she’s cold. Like ice. She fake-smiles like she’s your best friend and then cuts you

“Victor’s former war captain. Thought dead after the Romano purge.” Mara’s voice was grim. “He’s alive. And he’s not hiding anymore.” Serena didn’t hesitate. “Then neither will I.” --- The sky was streaked with crimson and gray, the colors of war. Serena walked through the villa’s halls fully dressed in armor—sleek black leather that moved like second skin. Twin pistols were strapped to her thighs, her mother’s dagger riding at her hip. No crown. No veil. No silk. Only fire.