Sailor Moon As Serena Novels & Stories

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.

Serena fell silent. “Serena, can you hear my voice? Serena, you are safe. Remember, nothing can harm you as you relive these memories.” Serena abruptly started talking again. “I will not, cannot give you my gift of regeneration.” She paused, as though listening to someone else speak. “I am Sirona, Goddess of Healing, I cannot die. I am immortal.” Another pause. “I choose death, and when my soul returns, I shall have my life renewed while yours rots in the ground with maggots feasting on your flesh! Ahh!”

"Who... who are you? How did you get in here?" The woman offered a faint, compassionate smile, walking toward the low table. "I am Seraphina. Zayden and Lucian’s mother." Serena’s eyes widened in surprise. Zayden's mother. She looked at Seraphina, searching for the terrifying, unhinged cruelty of Zayden, but found none. If anything, there was an unmistakable warmth in her posture that reminded Serena of Lucian. "You look like you carry the weight of the entire world on those small shoulders," Seraphina murmured softly, taking a seat on the opposite armchair and smoothing her skirts. She gestured gently to the sofa. "Please, sit, Serena. You look exhausted."

Hecate sneered, dark energy crackling around her. Serene ignored her. She walked straight to me. "I am Serene, the Foreseer and the Moon Goddess." Her voice was like a whisper of wind, gentle yet powerful. "You seek freedom, don’t you? You want to feel life—to truly live?" My eyes widened. It was as if she could see straight into my soul. "I know you hate yourself," she continued. "You hate that you can’t feel happiness as others do. You hate the bloodshed. You hate the power that binds you."

The fire whispered, a lullaby of rage and power, promising that this was only the beginning. Serena stepped back, blending into the shadow of the nearest oak. Damien’s figure loomed on the horizon, a distant, unknowable force—her future tether, a reminder of what had been stolen, a challenge to reclaim. Lucia, rattled, stumbled to regain composure, but Serena did not give her the satisfaction of immediate recognition. She was the unseen storm now, the living ember that refused to die.

The second choice no one asked for. But if I stay hidden… maybe she never realizes that I could’ve loved her better. Gentler. Real. The High Priestess’s voice breaks through the stillness: “The ceremony cannot continue with a fractured bond. The eclipse wanes. The choice must be made.” Serena stumbles forward, her lips parted, eyes glassy. Her breath comes in short bursts, like her ribs can’t decide whether to expand or cave in. And gods, I want to hold her. I want to tell her it’s okay to break. But she’s not mine. Not yet.

"Return to your duties. Now." When only his inner circle remained—Dorian, Lyra, and a few others—Lucian turned to Serena. "Show me." "Show you what?" she asked, though she knew. His eyes flashed. "Don't play games, little wolf. The marks. Selene saw them." Slowly, Serena pushed up her sleeve, revealing the silver patterns that wrapped around her arm. The entire group gasped. "Moon Goddess," Lyra whispered, her hatred momentarily replaced by fear. "It's happening just like the legends said."

"Jaque, I have to tell you something. Being mated to me needs a lot of expectations and sacrifices. I have to admit, I was surprised that the Moon Goddess gave me you. But maybe she has a plan, and that plan will be revealed as time passes by!" I was hoping she understood my words. Then she suddenly hugged me tight, like she didn't want to let me go. "I will do my best to meet everyone's expectations!" She whispered as she stared at me. "I know you can do it!" Gladly, she understood. "That's why Serena is going to help you. She will find a teacher for you. That teacher will help you understand the rules in the palace!" "Serena?!" She asked, stunned. "Yes! As a matter of fact, she's the one w

Raine POV Ten minutes later the door opens and the woman walks in. “Raine, right?” I nod. “Who are you?” “I’m Serena, Kai’s mate.” Mate? “No.” “Yes, he’s my mate. Here’s something to remember.” She grabs my hair and drags me up. “You’re nothing. You’re not here to be his Luna. I’m the Luna. You’re here to be a slave. You’re here so we can use your magic to protect our pack.”

Caroline, a she-wolf who has been considered a monster since she was a child, can she break the tragedy spell and find her MATE?