Sailor Moon As Serena Novels & Stories

“Serena is actually a special service agent that I sent to infiltrate the rogue’s stronghold. Thanks to her help, we know where the rogues are based. We can capture them all at once without a vicious war.” Baird ran a hand through his hair. “Without her help, we would all still be in danger. This woman should be commended, not executed as a spy.” The next time he looked at me, it was with wonder and admiration. I could stare into his eyes all day, but Marcus was no longer answering. I had to see how he reacted to what Baird said. I looked over Baird’s shoulder and saw Marcus glowering at the two of us. He opened his mouth as if to speak, but snapped it shut again.

Longer this time. “Good,” Serena said finally. “Then it’s time we stopped playing defense.” “What are you going to do?” “What I should have done the day I came back.” Her voice was steel wrapped in ice. “I’m going to destroy her.” I smiled, pulled onto the main road. “About damn time.”

Elara was Cassian's only Luna, and they had loved each other for ten years. But at this year's remembrance ceremony, Elara's name on the stone tablet suddenly split open. The Moon Goddess no longer blessed her, no longer claimed her. Another woman, Seraphina, was about to become the next Luna. And Elara had only five days left to live. What made it worse was that Cassian had known all along. Three years ago, he had led Elara up to the crown himself, and he had signed that contract himself. He knew perfectly well that being Luna had never been an honor, but an offering to the Moon Goddess. Yet Cassian kept it from her for three years. All he said was, "I want to save you." Only later did she

Aria’s fingers curled slowly against the side of her dress, close to where the blade rested. “I get that sometimes.” Serena studied her for another long second. Then she smiled again, softer this time. “I’m Serena of the Northern Bloodline. Since we’re both here tonight, I imagine we’ll be seeing more of each other.” She glanced once more at Lucien. “Enjoy the evening.” Then she turned and walked away, pale hair catching the light as she rejoined the crowd. * * * Only when Serena was fully out of hearing range did Aria release the breath she had been holding.

"You are standing in the High Hall of Valemont as diplomatic courtesy, Lady Aria! You will not dishonor our sacred rites of the Moon Goddess in front of this council!" Serena, standing beside Kael, opened her rose-colored lips and turned white like a corpse wrapped in white silk and arctic fox fur. The pearl combs on her head shook as she moved toward Kael, placing her hand on his leather-armored forearm in a desperate attempt to get back control.

I raised an eyebrow and burst out laughing. "What am I? A message sender? You even made me a servant." She frowned and took a piece of paper from inside his bag. "Name your price. How much money do you want?" I stared for a moment at the check she took out and burst out laughing. "Okay, I get it. I'm not famous but are you serious? You don't know me?" I asked in disbelief. "Why, who are you?" She seemed impatient to ask. "I'm Florence Mil, Servancio Mil's only daughter. I'm a drag racer too." I said with mixed pride. Her eyes widened and she looked at me in disbelief.

She waved her hand, and instantly, the book of Lunaria showed up in front of them. "Listen to me," she whispered while looking at the cover as if the book was there to obey her orders. "As the only daughter of the moon, the one who has the blood of the most powerful witch who ever existed, your creator, Seriona, I order you to only listen to what I specifically say," she stated. "No matter who has my blood, no matter who assumes my identity, only I, the real Verena Serene Moon, can access you." She bit her lips as she felt the book responding to her by projecting a wave or energy. In her hands, it felt like she was holding ice. It was so cold that it felt like her hand was burning, but she k

But as the wooden bark wrapped itself tighter and tighter around Jacques and the others began to charge, she realised she couldn’t wait any longer. Just as she dashed through the trees to the clearing, Serena darted out of the abandoned house. Her jaw dropped as she saw what Skylar had done to Jacques, before fury completely took over. Serena welcome the fury, the further she embraced it the stronger her magic was, and right now, she was bloody furious. Flames suddenly erupted from Serena’s hands, readily awaiting her disposal. “Hey!” She roared, capturing Skylar’s attention.

​Slowly, he rose to his full height and commanded, "Explain." ​The priests exchanged nervous, sweating glances until Elder Vareth finally gathered the courage to step forward. "My lord," he stammered, "three disciples entered the courtyard, and only this ash and empty robes remained. We know one was a high-status prodigy, yet... none of the witnesses can recall his face or his name. And... this servant was present." ​Nysera. The name immediately surfaced within Malzareth's thoughts—the failed experiment, the ongoing mystery, the child born with pure golden blood. His gaze hardened slightly. "Continue," he ordered.

Serena said firmly, “the King’s rightful mate… and Queen of Selvayra.” Naya blinked, shock visible across her features. “A human? And… the king… he actually loved you? How… How is that even possible? You have to explain everything.” Serena sighed and began to narrate everything from her own point of view, leaving no detail out. She told Naya about the events, the bond, Kaelen, the Moonveil Pack, Lyssara, the Time Oracles, and her mission to reclaim her place as Kaelen’s mate and restore the timeline to its proper order.