Selene Comics Novels & Stories

"I don't know. Seers work in strange ways. She might have seen the dream. She might have sent it." "Why would she do that?" Elias looked at me. His grey eyes were serious. "To scare you. To make you doubt yourself. To make you run." "Then she doesn't know me." "No. She doesn't." I stood up. Walked to the window. The snow was falling again. Soft and silent. "Elias," I said. "Yes?" "Tell me everything you know about her." Elias leaned back in his chair. His face was thoughtful. "Her name is Selene," he said. "She was once a Bloodmoon wolf. She left when Kael's father died. She went to Marcus. She's been with him ever since."

, Selene moaned the vibration from his deep voice making her soak her underwear. Xavier had mind linked their driver so he was waiting out front for them as soon as they walked out the Palace. They girls got in the limo excited to get to know their mates. They will figure everything else out once the got back to Andora. “What’s the name of your Pack?”, Selene asked. “Silver Moon Pack, my beautiful Luna”, he replied. Selene knew what a Luna was and she started fidgeting. She was nervous, would they accept her and her sister, after all they were mermaids. It’s not uncommon to find a mate within a different species, but she was still nervous.

Merlius fell on his knees and bowed instantly while Nat remained standing in silent but blatant disrespect; every pore on her face displayed her disdain and mistrust of the Goddess before us. The surge of rage flared through my body, and I ran towards the bitch, ready to swing my fist into her stupid ethereal face, which held that Mona Lisa kinda annoying smirk. Before I even managed to get closer to her, she evaporated into thin air and transpired right behind my back. I turned to see the glint of amusement mixed with a soft glow in her silver eyes. Malleteagan is a spitting image of his mother; I don’t know why everyone is saying that he looks like Endymion. When I look at Selene, she look

Well, except for Cherry, Reigna, and Jane who made it a habit to have some kind of conversation, which to Briane had no sense at all. Ms. Selene was never the kind to spoon-feed, so they were merely given instructions through the board, and then she sat back down to watch them do all the work, all the while, making sure that no one will be harmed. “Do you know what season it is?” said Ms. Selene, his voice carried out through the room. She’s wearing the same cloak with golden threads, but hers were so tight it’s exposing her curves. “It’s almost the month of the first match of Chranxytsion.”

Both young and old and the funniest part is the last time she laid her eyes on Bellona is like 10 years ago, after she banned her from using her warriors. Bellona talked to some Alpha’s joining forces with her to take down Marcus, and they happily joined. Selene doesn’t even see the point of the war, just wolves dying. She feels like they are both doing it to pass by time. Today they are having yet another attack and she is going to stop it before they will eradicate her wolves. Selene stood in front of the mirror, wearing her white robe. She sighs, hoping it will go well. She disappeared out of her room, appearing in the middle of the wolves, who were currently in a war. She twirls, making

I murmur as my fingers trail almost reverently over the embossed, alien symbols on the cover. "The collected acolytes of the Angelicus bloodline," Littne intones gravely. "Those scant few wolves elevated by the Moon Goddess herself to serve as guardians and wielders of the most sacred of abilities. Selene, it seems...is the latest in a long, potent lineage you have severely underestimated until now." The breath stills in my lungs as the implication of her words gradually sinks in. That sniveling, pathetic Selene...a chosen celestial protector of some kind? It's too ludicrous to process.

Selene was standing by her side, wearing a small smile. “But you aren’t done.” “I’m not? What’s left to do?” She asked, tilting her head to the side. She had killed the parliamentarians, hadn’t she? Or did she have to take out the people that knew about their schemes and worked with them? “The creatures in Tophet, the dysies, the zenzens, the malirons, the eivies, and the newly formed creatures, the muegonites. You have to free them from their suffering.” Selene replied, stretching out her hand, and a glowing portal opened.

Just pure, unadulterated satisfaction. I could feel the anger welling up inside me, bubbling fast, but I swallowed it down. I was the Luna of Blackthorne Vale and she was a traitor. I would not stoop to her level. But then, she crossed the line. “You think you’re so special, Selene?” Elara continued, her voice becoming darker. “You think Davis cares about you? He’s already ordered your departure from the pack. You’re nothing more than a burden to him now. You’ve served your purpose. I’m the one he wants now. I’m the one he needs.”

I parked and stayed in the dark for a long time, then I made my way straight into my study and banged the doors shut; the noise echoed down the hallway. Inside the study, I poured myself two shots of whisky from my collection, taking the drink at once as I felt the burning sensation down my chest. On the third shot, I ran my hands across my keyboard, typing Selene's name into my search console. SELENE QUINN The screen flooded with images. There are so many pictures of her in the press interviews. Her name is on the patents, even keynote panels. Thousands of photos of her and Kairo together creating memories.

Selene was escorted back to her prison room by two guards, with her hands cuffed in front of her. Her legs were weak. Every step felt heavy. No baby. No voice. No comfort. Just the same concrete walls. The whispers began immediately the guards took off the handcuffs and pushed her forward into her cell. "There she is." "1165 is back." "She came back empty-handed." “Where is the baby?” Some prisoners came nearer, smiling. Selene lowered her head and headed towards her ward. She didn't want to hear them. She wanted her bed. She would like to go to bed and pretend that the world was not there.