Selene Rbd Novels & Stories

Any minute now I’ll wake up in the car, hours away from Asphodel and heartbroken all over again. Selene stands directly across from me on one of the floating pathways, bathed in golden sunlight and more beautiful than any of the flowers surrounding us. She wears a short sundress, her luscious hair flowing freely down her back and eyes of blue and violet glowing out from behind thick black lashes. She’s watching me sharply, frozen in her tracks with a tumult of emotion flickering behind her carefully guarded expression.

He gulps the last of his water, crushes the empty bottle in his hand until it scrunches into a ball, then hurls the fisted plastic into the farthest depth of the forests beyond us at inhuman speed. The baritone in his voice drops a notch below. “We’ll end him.” I'm about to ask what the plan will be in detail, when my mind drifts to the date of the next full moon. Only a few days away now, the date coincides with… the night of the School's Winter Formal. Shane balls both his hands into fists, inhaling, then stares up at the reddening sky. “Dreadborn will fall on the next full moon. I'll make damn certain of it.”

I couldn’t hesitate. I slammed my hand against the tablet’s screen, redirecting the network’s flow to sever the Moonveil link. Sparks of electricity flew around the area as the system fought me, but I pushed harder. The screen flickered, and for a moment, everything went dark. Then, the faint hum of energy surged again, just the way I needed. But Selene wasn’t done. Her drones started to circle above us, moving faster. I could feel the weight of her eyes on me.

**KELLY THOMPSON'S POV** The moon's corpse hung low, a bloated specter leaching color from the sky. Its craters pulsed like open wounds, and the sea beneath it had gone still, a black mirror reflecting its rot. The *Kinslayer* cut through the water, its heartstone hull groaning as if mourning the world it sailed toward. Selene's wolves clustered at the bow, their star-metal blades glinting like shards of dead constellations. Rhydian stood apart, his serpents restless beneath his skin, their scales shimmering with a light that matched the moon's sickly glow.

The note was addressed to me. Rosemary, About three decades ago, Andromeda discovered that Cephalus, our brother, had fallen in love with a wolf named Lillian. She belonged to the Crimson Rose pack and was destined to marry their Alpha. Andromeda used this to her advantage, as she needed a hybrid for her plans. To achieve her twisted goals, she killed Astraea, our youngest and Cephalus’s most beloved sister, and took her place using a powerful glamour spell. Cephalus trusted Astraea more than anyone, so he didn’t see through the deception. Andromeda manipulated Cephalus’s mind, twisting his thoughts and controlling his actions. Under her influence, he kidnapped Lillian. Your mother.

The fire crackled softly in the dimly lit cabin, casting flickering shadows across the wooden walls. The air was thick with the scent of burning embers and damp earth, remnants of the storm that had passed through the forest. Selene sat at Ronan’s bedside, her fingers lightly tracing the back of his hand, reassuring herself that he was truly there—that he was truly free. His breathing was steady, but his body bore the marks of Elias’s control. Faint bruises marred his skin, as if the dark magic had tried to root itself inside him. She had barely slept, afraid that if she closed her eyes, he would slip away again.

“We hold.” Selene reached out her hand, touching the ground, sending another pulse of magic outward—reviving, calming, strengthening. But the drain was beginning to show. Her arms trembled. Her head pounded. And above them, the sky was dimming. She looked up. The moon was moving. Slowly. Imperceptibly at first. But it was coming into alignment. Dark shadow slicing across golden light. The eclipse had begun. Selene exhaled shakily. “It’s starting.”

Her eyes met mine, filled with a mixture of sorrow and something else—perhaps fear, or even guilt. "Dire Wolves are the first creation of the Moon Goddess Selene," she began quietly, "They were her greatest and most terrible creation. At the beginning of time, Selene wanted a species that embodied both the strength and beauty of wolves and the power of divine beings. But what she created was far from perfect."

, she leaned into him and in one swift move she squeezed his neck electrocuting him with the little strength she had and head butt him. Ridley laid on the floor unconscious, "It didn't have to end like this", she stomped on his neck and heard the sickly crunch. Selene was out of breath, still tired from the effects of the injections. She sat down and rubbed her belly, she needed to get out of here, she tried to teleport but couldn’t. She used what little strength she had left and walked out the bedroom. She looked around and took in her surroundings and realized she was alone. “Good, I will rest for a few hours and try to teleport again.

He dismissed every other thoughts he wanted to point out and proceeded to take his leave. “And you need to rest. You look exhausted Louis, I can't have my beta looking like this.” I moved towards my desk in the the room and picked up a hard covered book. An envelope slipped out of the pages and fell on the table. The crest on the seal stole a nod from me as I heaved out a sigh. “The next Alpha meeting is in a week,” I said to him. Louis stopped and nodded. “Yes Alpha,” “You know what that means, right? Our new allies from Westmoore pack would pay us a visit, and if it goes well we've managed to secure ourselves another buisness venture.”