Selene Comics Novels & Stories

Selene exhaled shakily, her body finally relaxing into him. “…Kael…” “Yes?” he breathed. Her fingers curled weakly into his shirt. “I… need you.” His heart stuttered. “I’m not going anywhere.” She managed a small, broken breath. “No… Kael… I need to tell you something…” He leaned closer. “What is it, moonfire?” Selene’s glowing eyes opened— and what she whispered made Kael’s blood turn to ice. “Kael… there’s someone else inside me.” ---

Aurora mind was occupied with the grief she felt that she forgot about the things Selene told her about Terrick. An information that will change not just Terrick's life forever but that of the supernatural world as a whole. Selene is the moon goddess. She is the daughter of Titans Hyperion and Theia. And sister of the sun god Helios and the dawn goddess Eos In the time when Aurora was in a coma, Selene had visited her and gave her an information. One that will change our supreme alpha's life forever.

"It seems we both have very demanding, very powerful Alphas waiting for us upstairs. Tell me, secret Luna... what is your name?" "Selene," I answered, feeling an instant, unexplainable bond with this powerful female standing beside me. "Selene Corvinus." Renee’s smile turned razor-sharp and deeply knowing. "Selene Corvinus... the High Artisan everyone in the Darkmoon Territory is talking about. I think you and I are going to be very good friends."

Luna turned toward the sound. A figure stepped into the moonlight. For a瞬, Luna’s mind rejected what she saw. Selene. Not the broken, bleeding Selene of their last battle. Not the corpse dragged out of the den. This Selene wore her old face. Perfect. Unlined. Golden hair spilling over her shoulders in gleaming waves. White dress. Bare feet. Eyes— Luna’s breath hitched. Selene’s eyes, once green as broken glass, were now silver.

I stood again, grabbing my cane from the wall, its silver head glinting, and limped to the bookshelf, pulling down a dusty tome—Moonblood chronicles, secrets inked in blood. I flipped it open, the pages crackling, my eyes scanning the faded script. Selene’s reign—her mates, her turn, her banishment—spilled out, raw and brutal. She’d killed Lysa to test her power, to see how far her bonds could stretch before they broke. Her mates had fought her, tried to cage her, and she’d torn them apart, their deaths fueling her descent.

The Alpha ordered pack warriors to hold me down as the doctors sedated me, keeping me in a medically induced coma for seven days. Seven days to heal my mind, heart, and soul. But it was not nearly enough. During that time the Moon Goddess Selene had come to me, and what Lila had said was true, we looked like twins. Selene had appeared wearing a long, white flowing gown, her skin as pale as the moon, hair a cascade of golden curls down her back and her eyes the color of freshly polished amethyst. She was me, and I was her. “Who am I?” I asked her as we sat on a bench beside the sea, watching as the waves rolled in and out.

They need allies to stop Ravena and the rogues she's leading to cause chaos. And she feared he'd realize it too late. Bending over a cot, she dipped a towel in a bowl of water. And began washing off blood from a warrior's face. The warrior winced in pain. And she flashed him a comforting smile. “Just a little moment, you'll be fine.” **** That night, Selene returned home exhausted. She forced herself into the routine — preparing dinner, setting the table, waiting for Rylan. But he never came. Her phone buzzed on the counter. She snatched it up, eyes scanning the message.

She answered. "I see. Do you want to read it together? If you have some questions I might be able to answer you." He said. She smiled and then stood up. Thane rushed to sit on the chair so she could sit on his lap. Then they started reading the book again. "I didn't know that Phelan was the reason Selene created the werewolves. I came to Terra with my other siblings. Phelan was one of them. But I had no idea that he was the Moon Goddess' lover." Elisia said.

The girl was clearly the opposite of the graceful Lolerei. Lolerei must be very anxious because this girl would be Luna instead of her. But she didn't need to worry at all because I would destroy everything Ikaros Alexandrovich loved. ***** Azalea's POV When I arrived at Jay's apartment, I noticed that my sister's scuffed leather shoes with worn-out soles were already by the door. And seeing those shoes, suddenly, guilt spread within me. If only my education wasn't so expensive, she would have bought herself a new pair of shoes.

The wolf yelped, stumbling as her blade cut across its shoulder. It wasn’t enough. The rogue lunged again, faster this time. Selene barely dodged, feeling the sting of claws rake her side. She hit the ground hard, breath knocked from her lungs. The rogue loomed over her, teeth bared, and for a single, frozen second, instinct screamed at her to submit. But she wasn’t that Luna anymore. She would not die on her back. Selene drove her knife up—straight into its throat. Hot blood gushed over her hands as the wolf let out a strangled sound, its body convulsing before going still.