Pokemon Serena Novels & Stories

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!"

“So, this girl is your mate and so is the king of the werewolves. You keep calling her angel. Is she? Who was Indie’s mate? What is Serena? What’s going on?” He was getting more confused and upset. I knew the next part would be harder still. I would make sure he understood how important he was to me, Indie, and Serena. Denny needed to be on our side. I needed to fulfill my promise to keep Indie’s mates safe. “That’s a lot to answer, Dennis. Serena was Indie’s female mate. They’d been mated since they were fifteen. Serena is half succubus and half siren. Aria is her half-sister, by their father. She’s half succubus and half siren as well. He had a type. I guess Indie and I do to…” I laughed.

Obey. Kill him. You are nothing. Serena dropped to one knee clutching her head. No. No no no— Then Damien’s voice cut through the noise. “Serena!” That voice… only that word he said… It felt like it was enough. It steadied something in her as the voices tuned down… Vakor noticed too late as Serena rose slowly. Her eyes glowed silver now…. The Demi god-like powers surged through the chamber violently enough to extinguish half the flames.

Selene always believed in me, even when no one else did, even when i didn't believe in myself Still, the sting lingered. I carried the empty bucket back toward the well, trying to shake off their mocking stares. “Still fetching water, Aria?” I froze. That voice. When I turned, Serena Hale was standing a few feet away, her arms crossed, a smug smile playing on her perfect lips. Her blonde ponytail swished as she tilted her head to stare at me. Serena was tall, curvy, and confident — the kind of she-wolf who commanded attention the second she walked into a room, her wolf was big for a female and grey, signifying power.

Move. Another corridor; more arrow slits. I counted—hiss, pause, hiss. I sprinted during the break. I was almost clear when one flaming shaft came late, slicing across my side. Fire ripped through muscle. I folded forward, teeth bared, a cry strangled in my throat. The disguise shuddered. For a heartbeat, my shoulders narrowed, my chest softened—Serena flashed through Kael like a ghost behind glass. No. Not here. I forced the magic tight again, knuckles white, breath saw-sawing between my teeth. The effort was acid in my veins. Spots swam. I lurched, caught a wall, pushed off—one step, another—

Their wolves stirred, heads bowing, not just to Kael, but to me. Power thrummed in my veins. The strength of the Black Ash Pack, its acceptance, its loyalty, it poured into me as if I had always been meant to stand here. I straightened, my voice carrying without effort, rich and unshakable. “I am Serena, your Luna. I have bled, I have fought, I have endured what should have broken me. But I stand here tonight, not as the cursed wolf you whispered about, not as the exile you scorned. I stand as your shield, your strength, your storm.”

Everything is better when it makes Serena laugh, Leo declared proudly, throwing a protective arm around his twin sister. My heart swelled with an overwhelming wave of affection. I looked at Serena, whose small hands were currently cupped gently around a tiny blue butterfly that had fluttered down from the rosebushes. Unbeknownst to anyone else, Serena possessed a sacred gift that I had guarded as a precious secret. Whenever our little princess touched a wounded creature, her light magic would pulse with warm, restorative grace, healing broken wings and torn petals in seconds. As I watched, a soft, pearlescent glow enveloped Serena's tiny palms. The blue butterfly, whose left wing had been ho

"That's all I'm asking." We sat in silence for a moment. Then she asked me who I had been paired with. "Tanya Lorde from Eastmark." Serena pursed her lips. "You know her?" I asked. "I saw her fight at Ironridge," she said. "She didn't get much attention because she was in a different group, but I was watching." "And?" Serena rubbed the side of her neck. "She shifts into an eagle. A mighty one. Her wingspan in shifted form is wider than anything I saw at that camp. And her talons."

Eira avoided the patrolling Silver Moon guards, weaving her way through a handful of back alleys until she reached the outpost of the Windchaser Caravan in the south of the city. From the training yard in the back of the outpost came the whistle of a blade cutting through the air. Serena stood in the center of the yard, dressed in a lightweight pale green leather armor, her chestnut bobbed hair flying with every movement. Three throwing knives were locked in her hand; with a flick of her wrist, three solid thunks rang out, each blade burying itself dead center in the wooden target fifty meters away. “Who’s there?!” Serena spun around sharply, her forest-green eyes locking onto the corner of

“Pretty smart.. pretty smarts . Always knew my boy was smart. So, they basically work on their own 24/7?” “Yeah yeah.” she smiled, AGAIN! “So, how’s this my business? And why did you guys bring me here?” Chad asked with one hand holding the bedsheets he wrapped around his waist. “…the Medusa were looking for a woman, Aisha. Because she’s basically the only one who has ever come in contact with 'the fisheye'. And they’re seriously looking for the Fisheye.” “…whoa whoa.. wait, who’s Fisheye?” Chad interrupted.