Novel & Cerita Selene Comics

I knew that scent. "You’re thinking again, Alaeric," Selene said, her voice smooth and confident. I sighed, turning to look at her. Selene was beautiful, everyone said so. She was a powerful she-wolf, a warrior’s daughter, and she had been trained since birth to be a Luna. On paper, she was perfect. Marrying her would bring peace to our borders and give my pack the stability it needed. "The Elders are asking for a date, Alaeric," she continued, stepping closer.

Selene’s phone vibrated inside her pocket interrupting their conversation, a text message came. “Oh my gosh!!” Selene exclaimed excitedly. “What? What is it?” Faye tried to look over her phone. Selene turned her screen for them to see. “I got a commission!” she said, overjoyed. “Wow, five paintings? That’s a headache!” Calix commented. “And I personally have to see what I’m going to paint. Like a live painting I’ve always wanted to do that!” Selene was smiling from ear to ear, delighted with the news.

Jacob replied to me. "Now who the hell is Selene, damnit?" I asked him. "Selene is the Moon Goddess; she is the mother and the creator of our wolves— she made us!" Ronald replied to me. I stared at them in disbelief, trying to process the information they just gave me and wondering how it was even possible. As I looked at their serious faces, I realised that this was not a joke and that my world had just been turned upside down. "Selene sensed the war in the future and made you stop those wars with your powers!" Jacob said while moving his fingers and stepping close to me.

I frowned, annoyed at the second intrusion. “Enter,” I barked. An aide stepped into the room, his face filled with urgency. He bowed quickly, holding a folded note in one hand. “Sir, I have important information regarding Selene’s whereabouts.” I exchanged a glance with Brent before leaning forward. “We already know where she is,” I said with a hint of impatience. “She’s hidden at the old cabin deep in the western woods of the Blue Moon Pack. Brent’s informant just confirmed it.” The aide looked puzzled but quickly shook his head. “Forgive me, sir, but that information is incorrect. I’ve received confirmation from another source. Selene is being held at the outpost near the eastern border of

Lylah, deep in thought, heard the sound and rushed to check on her. “Is everything alright, Madam Selene?” she asked the older woman, who was staring at an empty safe. “It was there last week,” Selene muttered under her breath, eyes wide as she reached inside—but it was still empty. “What is it you’re looking for?” Selene glanced back at Lylah. “The Book of Old Tales… the one that contains information about the Ouroboros,” Selene said, visibly disturbed. “It held secrets and…” Lylah’s frown deepened while Selene felt her chest tighten. Her voice dropped low in despair.

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.

For the first time, real emotion cracked her perfect mask of nonchalance. “The great Mara, beloved by all. The moon's precious daughter." Her voice dropped to a venomous whisper and my brows wrinkled in confusion as I wondered if the darkness had finally made her crazy. "While the rest of us rot in her shadow." The air between us shimmered with dark energy. I could feel it pressing against my skin, oily and suffocating. "I'll take everything from you," Selene promised, her eyes black pools in the moonlight. "Your power. Your mates. Until you're exactly what the stars foretold - a lonely, broken husk weeping at the moon's feet."

Selene was in her fiancé’s penthouse in London, wrapped in silk sheets, eating strawberries like she was the main character of the universe. Her phone dinged. Then dinged again. Then again. She frowned, picking it up lazily. At first, she smiled — expecting Damian’s name. But no. It was her friend group chat: “Elite Babes” And every message had the same energy. “Selene have you seen the pictures?!” “girl, Aria owned the stage”

"Selene loved him. Everyone said so. She was the 'Golden Luna' of the North." "Gold is just lead with a prettier coat," Hala spat. "She was a shadow wrapped in light. She didn't want Kaelen; she wanted the Obsidian throne. And she was working with the very enemies who burned your home to get it." "You're lying," I breathed, though a cold dread began to settle in my stomach. I remembered Selene sneaking out of the pack house at night, the way she would return smelling not of our forest, but of sulfur and scorched earth. I had thought she was meeting a lover. Could it have been... a conspirator?

An ambiance was swirled in the room heralding dark energy rippling just below the surface of the world around them. Selene snorted, and her monstrous form tread back and forth behind the barrier like a predator waiting to pounce. Her silver eyes glowered with an impure wryness. "And still think that you can hide behind that relic forever, Luna? That relic will not save you." Luna took a long breath and concentrated. "I don't need it to save me. I can fight you myself if I have to." Selene`s laugh dropped to a low rumble, sending a shiver down Luna's back. "Some brave words from someone who doesn't know the whole truth."