Selene Rbd Novels & Stories

Rhea The room is very quiet as I stare at Selene Nightengale. I hear the sound of a clock tick and the sound of guard’s boots outside. I look at the wine glass Selene pushed toward me. It's filled with deep red wine that shines under the dim lamps. My dry throat is dry, partly from a long clinic shift and nerves of sitting across from the woman who was supposed to be the Luna of this pack.

“Designation: Luna of the Lost Bloodline. You’ve been unconscious for seventy-two hours.” “Who are you?” “Dr. Selene Kaen. Kael’s chief geneticist.” I almost laughed. “He’s breeding gods now?” “Not breeding,” she replied. “Restoring.” I pulled at the chains. “You should kill me while you can.” Selene’s smile was brittle. “That would be inefficient. Kael wants to show you something first.”

That night, as we lay together, I traced absent patterns along his arm, my thoughts drifting. “Damon?” “Hmm?” “When are we going to… you know…” He turned his head slightly, watching me. “Know what?” I hesitated, suddenly unsure why I felt nervous asking. “The mate bond,” I said quietly. “You said you would make me your mate.” A brief pause so brief, that most wouldn’t notice it. But I did. “We will,” he said. “When?” “Soon,” he replied easily, brushing his fingers through my hair. “There’s no rush.”

The pillar of dark red light vanished, replaced by a clear, freezing mountain wind that rushed through the cracked ceiling. Selene was thrown backward by the concussive force, her immaculate uniform tearing as she skidded across the ruined, cracked stone floor. She stopped near the edge of the arched window, her breath catching as she stared down at her palms, which were now covered in small, superficial burns from the solar feedback. "This... this isn't over," Selene whispered, her voice trembling with a manic, desperate insanity as she pushed herself up, looking out at the valley where the neon-green lights were beginning to recede back into the northern horizon. "The Consumer still sees y

Sean’s feral protection didn't matter. She was going to walk into the Blood Moon Summit as the only logical choice for Luna. Because dead girls didn't dance.

''I'll protect you,' he murmured, his voice steady and reassuring. Luna's racing heart gradually steadied as she intertwined her fingers with his, finding solace in the warmth of his hand. She welcomed his touch, drawing strength from the connection they shared. Her eyes lit up as she peered into his eyes. She offered her a warm smile, and she returned it with her eyes closed. ******** Adrian led the gamma's to Monsell, who was taking the shape of Luna. Most of the warriors died on the floor. Monsell hadn't come alone; he was with his people, and he brought along the creatures. Adrian raised his hand and pointed it at Monsell.

Karl asked. “People are after her they are the cause of your amnesia a lot of darkness surrounds you but there’s this, this light,” Sheina said turning back to Avery. “A light that would help you, I couldn't tell who that person was for some reason the moon Goddess won’t be straightforward with me she wouldn’t be clear about anything, you must have been mixed with terrible dark magic Avery” when she said that the terror on Avery’s face spread to Karl’s too it was clear that Karl was concerned for Avery “Isn’t there anything we can do to ease it? Like something that will facilitate the vision?”

It simply began recalibrating coordinates. “Target Alma Vale: Level 9. Global threat classification updated,” it finally said. “She’ll never go down quietly,” Selene muttered. “She doesn’t need to,” ORA said coldly. “She simply needs to be erased.” “Then I’ll do it,” Selene offered. “She and I share more than blood.” ORA turned to her. “You share obsession. You are compromised.” “I am dedicated.” “Prove it,” ORA said. The chamber around them shifted, revealing a hidden stasis pod.

I said. Selene opened her folder, spreading documents detailing legal protections, security protocols, and contingency plans. Every detail was precise, actionable, and focused entirely on preserving autonomy and safety. Hours passed as we reviewed, questioned, and confirmed each point. Leo slept undisturbed inside. Preparation created certainty. Shadows became manageable rather than threatening. When Selene departed, leaving strategies and contacts, Sebastian and I returned to the porch. Moonlight reflected silver on the waves. Silence stretched comfortably. “Allies shift balance,” I said quietly. “And dangers remain, but we are prepared.”

I frowned; it didn’t make sense, not a single word of what she said. “But that’s not why you are here, little Rosabella, or should I call you Eir?” Turning towards me, her eyes smiled. Silver-colored eyes with a tint of light purple played in those eyes, and something deep inside me told me this woman saw it all. There was kindness, love, hurt, and pain. Everything swirled in her eyes but was contained, kept, and saved. “Eir. “ “Okay, Eir. My name is Selene; I am the Moon goddess. I am here to introduce you to Drifa, your wolf.”