Selene Rbd Novels & Stories

I told Mateo and closed the mindlink. I looked at the moon and prayed to the moon goddess Selene, the goddess of wolves, to hold and help Lory cope with her emotions, to help her understand that we didn't wish her harm, and that she belonged here. I don't know why such trials were placed on Lory's path, but I know there must be specific reasons for it. Selene doesn't make mistakes; she has her reasons for her actions.

She was the best and only mate I would have and no one else. As I finished my speech which was longer than anyone else. We were ready to bury her so she became one with the earth. But before we could do that, an unknown woman walked into the funeral room, “What are you guys doing?“ The woman asked in a confused tone. “Sorry, we are not seeing anyone today, we're having a funeral for the Luna.” A fellow warrior said. “Funeral?... for who?“ She questioned “Our Luna, Jackqualine Moon” Jacob answered.

Selene watched them both from the edge of camp, heart aching with awe and fear. “They’re becoming what prophecy never accounted for,” she murmured to Kael. He wrapped an arm around her waist. “Then maybe prophecy was never meant to contain them.” --- Naeria and Rowan gathered maps and spells, preparing for what came next. Selene paced the ridge above camp, clutching her mirror shard like a compass. When she held it under the third moonlight, it vibrated gently and spun in her palm—always pointing southeast. Toward the ancient crater in the Blackstone Range.

I can’t seem to stop my hands from claiming a piece of him whenever he’s within reach. “Incredible,” Selene says, watching us with a sharp, assessing look. “Seeing you two out here in the light? Yeah. The power dynamic is terrifying.” Luka rolls his eyes against my shoulder, but he doesn't pull away from my grip. “Hold that posture for five seconds,” Selene orders, pulling a small scrying crystal from her satchel. It hums with blue energy. “Let me capture this for the territory feeds. Look like you’re ready to knot him right here on the grass. Perfect!”

Selene's voice reached her before she saw her, smooth as cream and twice as rich. Luna lifted her gaze just enough to see the future Luna standing near the eastern windows, framed by pale light. A tray of polished glass bottles sat on the sill beside her, catching and fracturing the dawn. Selene wore soft grey today, a simple morning dress that still managed to look more luxurious than anything in Luna's entire existence. Her hair was braided over one shoulder, a silken rope of gold threaded with thin silver ribbons. She smiled when she saw Luna. The expression didn't reach her eyes.

“Rest. I’ll have the healers—” “No.” Selene’s hand shot out, catching hers. Her voice cracked but was fierce. “Stay. Please.” Something in luna’s golden eyes softened. She squeezed selene’s fingers, then lowered herself onto the furs beside her. “Always.” They sat in silence, the storm outside rattling against the shutters. Selene curled closer, listening to the steady beat of luna’s heartbeat beneath her armor. It was grounding, a sound that cut through the darkness that lingered in her head.

“You’re staring again.” Lealla nearly jumped when Selene’s voice appeared beside her. The Moon Goddess stood invisible to everyone else, dressed in pale silver robes that moved like mist beneath the winter wind. Unlike Lealla, Selene looked entirely unimpressed by mortal kingdoms, wars, or kings. Especially kings. “I’m not staring,” Lealla muttered quietly under her breath. Selene raised an eyebrow. “You’ve been standing here for twenty minutes holding the same piece of bread while smiling at him like your soul left your body.”

Her white hair is cascading down her back like a long cloak and the orange-yellow robe on her body gives me the irk of something dangerous yet attractive. I have heard tales of the moon goddess but I have not been blessed to see her yet but this woman in front of me eludes all appearance of the goddess. I continue staring back at her while she continues to tend to the rose flower in her hand. “Goddess Selene?” I finally find my voice and she abruptly halts what she is doing and turns her gaze on me, immediately I feel a chill down my spine. “How dare you call me that?” She growls in anger and starts to take slow steps towards me, “how dare you call me that name?”

- I have to tell you something, and I apologize to my mates for having hidden this from them until now. Mark and Kavin look at each other in surprise and turn their attention to Ryan. - A few nights ago, before Gary came back, Selene came to see me. - Selene the Moon Goddess? – Kevin asks. - Yes. Obviously, it wouldn't be our daughter. – Ryan says laughing, making Mark roll his eyes. - What did the Moon Goddess want? – Mark asks. - Warn me of a great danger. - For you? – Kavin asks, activating his protective mode.

Chapter Sixty : I Can’t Be Yours Selene’s POV I sat quietly on the wooden stool beside the window, the soft rays of morning sun resting on my skin. The room was quiet, too quiet. Lucien had just stepped out after bringing me the bitter herb again. It was the second week I was taking it. He said it would help the baby grow strong, help me stay healthy—help me stay calm. I stared at the bowl in my hand. The smell alone made my stomach turn, but I still drank it. Slowly, carefully. For Ronan.