Pokemon Serena Novels & Stories

Seth dropped his hand and sighed heavily. “Tell me what the fuck is going on? She was so damn happy to be going with you this morning, and now she’s chained in the dungeons?” Spade tossed his question again to the three of us, looking back at Serena. The thin gold light from the pendant was still wrapped around her. Nurse Kerri had put her to sleep until we could figure out our next move. “It's her aura…” Nurse Kerri answered Spade. “Every supernatural being walks around with an aura, and Serena’s had always been strong and powerful—until today.”

Serena froze. The growl deepened as the creature moved closer, slow at first, then with frenzied urgency. Barking erupted, wild and unrestrained, echoing off the walls as the beast lunged forward, only to be yanked back by the chains that held it. Serena clutched her chest, as if holding her heart in place would keep it from bursting through her ribs. Her eyes stretched wide with terror. Stefano had locked her in a dungeon with a dog. But not just any dog. A feral, starved dog rabid with hunger and fury. “This is how you die.” she heard a little voice whisper to her.

I am struggling to make my wolf heal myself faster so I can get up from here, but the process is taking really, really slow, and I feel trapped. "No, no, no!" I find myself screaming with frustration, struggling with every single ounce of my power to get up as the enchantment begins to take effect. A strange kind of greenish light suddenly evaporates and surrounds Serena's body, slowly lifting her up from the road and elevating her in the air in a strange kind of way, and from the form of her body, I can tell that she is completely weak, and they must have done something to keep her from fighting against whatever they are doing to her.

“And what have you done to harm Storm Pack?” The first question was easy. The second was loaded. I blinked a few times, trying to clear my mind of any fear. Now was the moment I had to be at my best. “My name is Serena.” I cleared my throat, trying to rid the shake from my voice, so I could speak with more confidence. I didn’t want to tell them I came from the Pack Alliance. That might wrap Baird in with me. “I am on a special service and I would never do, and have never done, anything harmful to your pack.”

Her eyes squinted as if she didn't accept the GM's inhumane decision. "Humans have no heart," she whispered. "What did you say?" Serena stammered as her ex's hand returned to her slender neck. It wasn't until her breathing became difficult that the hand was released. "Stop, Sir. Put this bitch down here!" BUGH! Serena's tiny body had fallen to the side of the newly repaired asphalt road. Who else would do such a thing but Adibarra Erlangga? Even David only held his breath briefly because he felt guilty for not helping Serena.

Karen reminded her. Serena drew a deep breath, her hand resting on her belly. “I do hope everything ends before it's born.” She said absentmindedly. “You have a good figure. It shouldn't be much trouble keeping it a secret until then.” Karen encouraged her. “You can always come to me for help whenever, Serena. Don't forget that.” Serena looked away from the mirror and at her friend. She noticed that Karen still had that sad look from yesterday. Even her voice did not sound as excited as she has always known it to be.

I whispered. “Rest?” His tone softened, almost curious. “On my border? While your mate hunts for you?” My knees buckled. Strong hands caught me before I fell. Heat seared through me where our skin met. He didn’t flinch. He stared down at me, confusion flickering in his eyes. “You’re not burning me.” “What?” He didn’t answer, only held me tighter. “What’s your name?” “Serena,” I breathed. “Serena Gray.”

Lena's POV. “Hello, ma'am,” the doctor waved his left hand, and felt my pulse with his right hand. “How many fingers am I holding up?” “Can I get a name? Can you speak?” He continued, not even giving me a chance to think or respond. He suddenly stopped and pointed a little fluorescent light in my eyes. I squinted and groaned inaudibly from lying stiff for far too long. “Four, My name is Lena, and I think I can… talk,” I replied in a second, gulping as the man behind him moved closer and fixed his gaze on me.

Not hiding, not shaking, not faking bravery. Serena never fakes. She was wearing riding leathers. Her hair was pinned tight. Her hands were out where I could see them. She did not have a sword. That’s okay. Serena never needed a blade to kill you. For a second, we just looked at each other, measured and weighed each other. Serena was prettier than I remembered. She was not soft. She was not kind. She was just polished, like glass. There were no cracks. Her stance was perfect.

How else could I have found the courage to sneak around with Ronan without his knowledge and get myself pregnant? The realization of my weakness was incredibly frightening and watching the women duel filled me with even more understanding of what I was up against. Serina wasn't like me. She had the unusual abilities of the Pyreth bloodline and had received Father’s approval to train since she was seven. I spent those years hiding behind pillars, watching her whilst wondering if my own abilities would ever manifest. “Enjoying yourself?” The voice came from beside me, and I turned to find a woman watching the crowd with an expression that suggested she had been observing the proceedings for so