Novel & Cerita Selena Legacy

they make him seem like a kissing god. I quickly shake the thought off me. It's not even up to five minutes I saw him, I was already making up stuffs in my head. I realize I had been gawking too much at this fine specimen, I immediately compose myself and get down the steps a bit faster now...but my legs feel heavy from the weight of his eyes following me... "Sébastian...I don't think you have met my gorgeous niece Bianca, my late sister's daughter, she's from the Mountain Pack and you won't believe she's been training there to be one of their ranked Pack nurses!. My aunt said with a wink.

, Leonora stated. Elio got up and went to get his wallet and his car keys. “Come, we’re going to the Oracle now.” Leonora nodded, her heart pounding with a mixture of fear and determination. She knew that the only one that they could seek guidance from was the Oracle. She was the only one who could shed light on their daughter’s fate and the mysterious prophecy that seemed to entwine her life with the Moonlit pack.

“I need to know the truth. About my father. About what happened to him. About this mark—this legacy. I can’t keep pretending like I don’t know something’s off.” She could see the conflict in his eyes. The fear. Fear of what would happen if she uncovered the truth. He had always tried to protect her, to keep her safe from the dangers lurking in the shadows. But the truth was a beast that could no longer be contained. He stepped closer, his gaze softening. “It’s not just the journal, Isla. It’s you. The prophecy. You’re a part of this, whether you want to be or not.” Her breath caught in her throat at the implication. A part of her had known it, had always known that her life was somehow inter

It was as if the world had become a blur to her, and the absence of Suzan had stolen her ability to engage with anything around her. I stood there for a long moment, unsure if I should speak or just leave her in her silence. Finally, I took a deep breath and pulled out my phone to check Adam’s message. The location. Attached was a message "Stay safe, Luke," “Mom, what are you doing?” I asked, my voice quiet but filled with concern. She didn’t look up at me, her hands moving automatically, stitching the fabric with a steady rhythm. “I—I promised Suzan I’d make her another bag for Halloween,” she murmured, her voice strained.

“Not extinct, daughter. Forgotten. Buried beneath centuries of rewritten history and silenced bloodlines. But they were never gone.” She stepped closer, voice lowering like they might be overheard by ghosts. “They were the only ones who bore the light of both moons. Two goddesses, two blessings. Selena and Cynthia—sisters of night and dawn.” Nyma blinked. “I thought Selena was the only one—” “They erased her sister from the old scriptures,” Elara said with a bitter twist of her mouth. “But in the oldest rites, before the Moon Courts fractured, both were worshipped. Selena of the Silver Veil. Cynthia of the Golden Flame.”

Emotions raw: doubt lingering, loyalty pulling her forward, a sisterly bond mending despite the strain. Lila joined them, her black curls tousled by the wind, framing her sapphire-blue eyes wide with empathy, her healer's robe fluttering in the breeze. The star tattoo shimmered white, Mist curling within her, emotions tender: sorrow for the pack's suffering, hope in Selene's arrival—her mentor's wisdom a lifeline—and love for Alya that made her step closer. "The wraiths come with the rituals," she whispered, voice melodic but urgent, the stream's bubble amplifying her fear. "Veyra summons them—blood calls. But Selene... she'll guide us. Alya, your bond with Kael... it strengthens you."

Selena’s name and Cassandra’s were repeated over and over, as though they had stepped into a new identity. “You are now the owners of everything your father left behind,” one lawyer said. “His fortune is vast. You and your sister are billionaires.” Selena’s breath caught in her throat. Billionaires. The word sounded foreign. She thought of Cassandra again, her absence sharp like glass under her skin. Where was she now? Would this inheritance bring them back together or push them further apart?

"Fifty years of lies, of betrayal, of destroying everything I should have protected. Fifty years of being your slave." "Selena, what are you " "I'm done." She looked at Mira, and for the first time, I saw real emotion in her eyes. "I can't undo what I've done. Can't bring back your father, your son, your life. But I can give you this. One final gift." "Mother, no " Selena threw the charge at the Ancient One's throne. Then she ran toward it, shifting mid-stride. "GET OUT!" she screamed. "ALL OF YOU! RUN!"

the anchor announced. At the table, Eleanor Brown let out a soft, elegant laugh, sipping her wine. "Well, the truth always comes out. She was always an unstable little thing. Selena, darling, your contact at that PR firm handled this beautifully. The harbor freeze will have to lift now that she's a laughingstock." Selena sat beside Dominic, radiant in a tailored emerald dress, a smug, triumphant smile playing on her lips. She turned to Dominic, expecting to see a victorious gleam in his eyes. "It’s over, Dominic. We won. Your father's legacy is secure."

Weeks have gone by–3 weeks and 2 days to be precise. Nothing has changed much for the 3 of them. Selena didn’t attend her graduation. She took the certificate from Dean Pete and continued working at Wildlife Research Centre. Her mood doesn’t seem to have changed much. Every day, she will go to work, come back home, eat and sleep–living a robotic life despite her friend's effort to cheer her up. The career that she loved once doesn’t give her joy anymore. It seems like the moment Grandpa Kai asked her the promise, her life fell apart and a dark curse engulfed her.