Sailor Moon As Serena Novels & Stories

His voice was gentle now, as if talking to someone who might break. “My name is Lio-ra,” she snapped. He shook his head. “No. Your true name is Serelai. You’re the last of the Moonblood line. ‘Daughter of the divine.’” Liora’s breath caught. “You’re insane.” Ash stepped closer. “Then how do you explain that mark?” He reached out, and the glowing sigil on her wrist pulsed brighter. The journal in her bag was getting warm again, as if reacting to the conversation.

Because although she was indeed Tristan Stein's Luna, she also had another background as a member of the Skovovich family. "Very well, sir, I will listen to all your words. And to you, My King. I am truly grateful," Samantha said from the bottom of her heart. Willow Ansvers smiled, then said, "If you have indeed understood, go home, don't make Tristan Stein worry about your disappearance, my daughter."

That sounds awesome, at least I will have someone to talk to from now on. “She sounds awesome, and honestly, kind of perfect for me.” I say with a smile. Selene raises her eyebrow at me. “Selene...” I start but she interrupts my questioning. “I am your mother, Serenity. You do not have to call me Selene... I just said you could call me that as its less formal that ‘Moon Goddess’” She laughs. I have never really used ‘mom’ before. If dad was around, I would call Sheryl ‘mother’ otherwise she would demand I call her Luna Sheryl or just Sheryl if she wasn’t in a particularly bitchy mood. Is it weird when I have only known her all of an hour at most?

Once the amber-like cord was gone, Lord Oskar looked to Serena, finally speaking in English. “Serena Victoria Quill. I, as your Sire and Maker, release you from your bounds to be your sole authority onto yourself. By Lilith and Cain, may you prosper and go forth.” Lord Oskar said as he finally released her hand. Serena winced and let out whimpers as the amber coil around their hands enveloped her body, though soon she cut healed, giving way to her body to stop shaking. The hand that Lord Oskar had held now had a brand on Serena’s palm.

“That boy...Elias was your leash. Now it has snapped, and you stand unbound. This is how it was meant to be.” But Kael’s chest twisted, a faint ache gnawing beneath his ribs. He could not name it, but it unsettled him deeply. *** Meanwhile, Queen Serena stormed through the temple halls, her robes whipping behind her. The priestesses bowed but dared not speak as she ascended the dais. She knelt before the flame of the Moon Goddess, her hands trembling. “Show me,” she whispered fiercely. “Show me the truth.”

"You... you sealed a spatial anomaly without a single containment rune." "I didn't seal it," Serena smiled, the light in her eyes fading back into a warm, natural hazel. "I just reminded it of the light. The bloodline of Seraphina and Ryan doesn't exist to rule over the people, or to blast monsters into ash. It exists to guide and protect when the balance shifts. We are just the hands that carry their spirit forward." As the night settled over the new continent, the twin moons cast a flawless, intersecting glow of lavender and silver across the tranquil waters. Serena sat by a small campfire with the rest of the research team, listening to the soft rustle of the surrounding foliage.

Her name was Seren, born under a fractured sky on a quiet world of silver oceans. From the moment she could speak, she spoke in dreams. She saw memories that were not hers—of a goddess made of light, a man made of flame, a pulse that broke eternity. When she touched water, it glowed. When she sang, the air trembled. Her people called her The Moon’s Daughter. But Seren called herself something else. “I am not the Moon’s daughter,” she whispered to the sea. “I am its echo.” --- The Whisper of Nareth

And so, she let her mother guide her down the rock and off it, before they headed back to their rented cottage at a little forest not very far from the heart of the city. And while she lay on her mother's laps that night, at the balcony of the little cottage, awaiting her father who was away for a meeting with the Alpha King, little Carida watched the stars in the dark night and full moon, smiling enthusiastically as her mother caressed her silky black hair and told her the tale of the renowned 'Moonlight Serenade' that had started at the waterfall of Elgarion, several decades ago. A mysterious serenade it was. One that was also renowned as 'the dance of the goddess' as time went on.

Damon responded gathering her face up in his hand. “So I am distracting.” Serena said with pouted lips. “In a good way but when you pout your lips like that, mia dolcezza, I think of nothing more I want to do than kiss you till you melt against me and we are intertwined never to be separated.” Serena smiled, her green eyes twinkling… she loved this man “Come back to me” she implored. “I will, soon.” She watched him leave, her heart filled with dread. “He will be back.” Santos told her.

Mandy, who I haven’t heard speak before, asks, and we all look at her wide eyed. “I don’t think so lassie.” All our heads whip to Cal. I am sure it would be amusing to watch the back and forth of our heads, like we are watching ping pong or something. “Why do you think that?” I ask. “Well, it wouldn’t make sense to do that. I guess in one respect it could but, in the long run, the prophecy calls for Selene to come to Earth. Kil.ling Alaina would prevent that.” “Yes, but so would keeping her away from Ash.”