Selena Grave Novels & Stories

She didn’t even know why she cried. “Margarette, please tell me what this is all about so I can help.” “I’m helpless. We’re hopeless.” The grief in her voice was too thick it shot right through Ellaine’s heart. “I can’t understand. Calm down, please.” “Estelel is my sister.” Margarette could’ve thrown a bomb at Ellaine but won’t surprise her as she did by her statement. “Yes, Ellaine. Believe it or not, the Virsathen tree is my sister.” Margarette cried.

"Mom, it looks like next week I'll be returning to Damian's mansion soon," Selena said. Sabrina looked at Selena with concern. "Hum? You're leaving so soon." "Ah, his friend Damian is going to propose to Grace. So, I want to be there. Remember, Grace? Grace is both a doctor and a friend to me." Selena explained slowly. "You've only been here a few days. Don't you miss your mom?" Grandma asked.

Her heart felt lighter. Meanwhile, in the cramped, dim-lit living room of Selena’s mother’s apartment, Eduardo and Selena sat side by side in front of the television. Their faces were pale and drawn, disfigured with healing burns and bandages. Selena’s mother remained locked away in her room, sobbing in shame. Ever since her scandalous video went viral, she hadn’t stepped outside. Not once.

“You mean to kidnap her,“ she corrected. “Listen, sir, Selena is my friend and I wouldn't want anything to happen to her.” “No one is going to hurt her,” he told her over the rim of the file, then drew his eyes back to the contents of the file. “ Doctor Selena Antoinette Grey. Surgical doctor with four honors in different work fields. Lives with her best friend Laura and her nine-year-old brother Erick. Still single” he read. “Please don't harm her” “Again, no one is going to hurt her. I just need her here to bring my brother back to life.”

SELENA _____ A year. Twelve months. Three hundred and sixty-five days of being unmade and remade in Austin Kaelen’s image. Or maybe, just stripped bare to the monster that had always lurked beneath my Omega skin. The girl who’d been dragged to the Grayling River, weighted with stones, was a ghost. A faint, pathetic whisper in the past. I didn’t mourn her. She’d been too weak to save our parents. Too weak to survive..

he implored, the gravity of his final request etched upon his weary face. And then, in a fragile moment that seemed to stretch on indefinitely, Fester drew his last breath. The world seemed to hold its breath alongside them, as if paying homage to a life extinguished too soon. A heavy silence settled upon the scene, broken only by the sound of Selena's choked sobs, echoing the profound loss that now enveloped them all. Selena's tears cascaded down her face in an unending stream, an unstoppable torrent of grief and anguish. With each passing moment, her once vibrant eyes transformed, their hue shifting to a mesmerizing sky blue, a reflection of the storm raging within her soul.

She was still struggling with being on land, even as she was sat down, she still seemed on edge. Selena wore an asymmetrical gown that cascaded down her body, her hair was left open in soft curls she had paired it with a few jewels, she was taller than all of us being a vampire, so she wore small heels not wanting to tower over us. Her make up accentuated her high check bones, her lips glossy with her thick long dark lashes highlighting her beauty.

"Let's give it up... to the Herald of Dexo Fernia, the shadow assassin! The daughter of Hikaris himself… VERONICA!" Chest out, shoulders back, I walked out of the dark and turned my gaze to every corner of the coliseum, and with a devilish grin on my lips, I raised my weapon and they screamed my name… just how I want them to. "And her challenger..." the announcer paused for a while, I crossed my arms and everyone went silent, patiently waiting until, "another daughter of Hikaris, the Mistress of Dexo Fernia, Elspeth!"

“Yes. I don’t know how, but… I heard you say I’m brave, and that I’m safe here.” Calista’s mouth fell open, but before she could respond, the door creaked open, and the healer came in carrying a bowl of herbal soup usually given to the wolves who have just given birth. Sable was a small, wiry woman in her late 50s with sharp eyes that missed nothing, and she had a calming presence that had been a godsend during the chaos of my labor. “Sable,” Calista said, her voice still laced with shock. “Lyra just… she said she can hear my thoughts.”

He just put his arm around my shoulders as I stopped beside him. After that, the groundskeeper sullenly walked over to the coffin. One of the guards helped him lower it into the ground with ropes, and then the groundskeeper began to shovel dirt into the grave. That was that; it was over. It was a short funeral, but I liked to imagine that Selena wouldn’t have minded that. But, at the end of the day, I didn’t really know her. I only knew the version of my twin that the Luna created.