Selene Rbd Novels & Stories

"Selene is the Red Luna?" They both turned startled to see who it was. Elias, who stood gawking at Selene. "Yes my dear, she is the Red Luna. She shifted yesterday without the full moon." Elias took a few steps forward, "This is wonderful. So that prophecy was never a lie!" His face beamed with joy. "Selene, do you know we all have our hopes in you? You are going to the the reason our lives will change." "I'm scared, I don't think I'm cut out for this," she rubbed her arms.

I was unpleasantly surprised when I came downstairs. Sienna was standing in my kitchen looking at me like she wanted to kill me. She is my brother’s and Alpha’s best friend. She is 25, just like my brother and Alpha, and she has been hanging out with them since childhood. Now, she is clinging on to them like they are a lifeboat. She was devastated when she found out that neither my brother nor Alpha were her mates. That didn’t stop her from trying to become Luna. She is always around Alpha, proving herself and trying to convince him to take her as his chosen mate.

“Rowan, what is wrong? I asked confused “ the rouge said something about them getting their hands of the Luna of scarlet, something about the special Luna. You have to contact monnna and see if they’re fine” “What? That’s not possible Rowan, the rouges are here in crescent moon, they can’t possibly get to Blue lake to get to them” I told him “He said they plan her kidnap well” “He’s just bluffing Rowan. Kill him and let’s move forward, we have to find that bastard king soon”

I scoffed finally realizing why everyone was feeling so borderlined today - Irina was around. She had her arms folded haughtily beneath her chest, only freeing them up in order to remove her dark sunshades - revealing her hazel eyes. "Why do you always have to cross paths with me everytime,Selene?"- her eyes held a tinge of disdain. I rolled my eyes as i exhaled briefly, thinking to myself sarcastically. Here she goes, flaunting her superb skills again. "First at the station... and now here. It's more like you're following me around. Seems like you didn't quite get the message last time" - She smiled, revealing a set of perfectly white teeth.

Others with suspicion. “She attacked me,” Selene continued calmly, lifting her chin just enough for the torchlight to reveal faint bruising along her collarbone—yellowing now, but still visible. “In an uncontrolled surge of power. Guards witnessed the aftermath. The incident confirms what I have warned this council about for weeks.” Murmurs broke out again. “That she is unstable,” Selene went on. “That her presence amplifies the Blood Moon’s effects. That her bond to Draven, while powerful is volatile. Dangerous.”

SELENE The night deepened around us, the city’s hum fading into a gentle lull as the stars blinked awake above. The terrace was bathed in silver moonlight, the air cool against my skin, carrying the faint scent of jasmine from the gardens below. Zarek’s arm was still around me, his warmth anchoring me against the uncertainties that lingered in my heart. The bundle of baby clothes sat beside us, a quiet promise of the future, but in this moment, it was just us—Selene and Zarek, two souls tangled in love and longing.

“I am Maris Calder, appointed envoy of Port Selene.” “Thank you for coming,” Lena replied. “I know the risks.” Maris’s mouth twitched. “Everyone knows the risks now. That’s why we’re here.” They stood facing each other with the river sliding between their boots. Maris gestured lightly behind her. “We’ll speak plainly. Selene’s desalination arrays are operating at eighty percent capacity. Enough to keep us stable. Not enough to supply the basin.” “And Corven wants that capacity,” Lena said.

Deep attraction has been drawn to him. My name is Annabel Ferrars. And I'm the Luna of Blood Moon Pack, as well as the Queen Of The Rogues. This is who I am.

Selene’s warning from the night before echoed in my mind. “Daniel,” she said, her voice cutting through my hesitation as she stepped up beside me. Her hair was damp from the morning dew, her expression grim. “We need to talk.” I followed her to the edge of the camp, where the trees created a thick canopy overhead. “What now?” I asked, my frustration barely contained. “I’ve been researching,” Selene began, holding up a weathered book that looked as though it had seen centuries of use. “There’s a ritual that could stabilize the bond between you and Rigel.”

Ilya, her personal maid, knelt before her, took one foot out, wiped it clean with a dry towel, before she began carefully polishing the Luna's toenails with a pale silver paint. “You’re pressing too hard,” Selene snapped at the slight pain as she looked down at her. It was easy to tell she was more distracted than annoyed. “Forgive me, Luna,” Ilya murmured, adjusting her grip. Selene heaved a sigh and tilted her neck up at the moon. It was full and arrogantly white, lighting up the ink-black sky. She had been thinking of what to do about her new resolution concerning Elora, but the more she thought about it, the less ideas she had.