Selene The Black Queen Novels & Stories

The Luna Queen had ordered his special bodyguard to kill the guards who were stationed in front of my door to guard me, and then she had blasted the door off. I struggled there on the floor, still in a daze and struggling to collect my thoughts, when I felt strong and rough hands roughly pin me to the ground with both hands behind my back. Then I was roughly shoved to the wall with my back against it. “It's all over for you now.” That wicked voice spoke, and my eyes immediately focused on the Luna Queen standing before me, coldly, with her hands interlocked in front of her. She wore a long black gown that hid even her shoes, and I noticed even her lipstick and eye shadow as well as her nails

one of the women whispered. Selene nodded. “I know.” “Then let us fight.” “No.” The women looked up. Selene removed the crown from her head. “The King and I will face the darkness.” “But you…” She looked at the twelve women. “…must protect what comes after us.” The eldest woman began crying. “My Queen…” Selene placed something inside her hands. A tiny silver crystal. No. Not a crystal. A key. The Fifth Key. “Hide it where darkness will never find it.”

“You guys are crazy. He’s still pissed. If I push—” “You push him exactly how he secretly wants,” Selene cut in, holding up the dress. It was black, the kind of black that looked dangerous even on the hanger—thin fabric that would cling everywhere, plunging neckline, back completely bare except for a delicate gold chain that would sit right against her spine. The hem was short enough to make her second-guess everything. “Black because he already knows red makes him feral. This one… this one makes him remember he can’t stay mad.” "I was actually saving it for my mate, but you're worth more than any mate," Selene said.

I could feel it. The army could feel it. Even the enemy could feel it. Selene's blood. Selene's gifts. The True Luna Queen had awakened. And she was fucking furious. A horn sounded somewhere across the battlefield. The enemy began retreating from my position. Actually retreating. Fear rolled through them. I heard their whispers. "The True Luna Queen." "The Goddess Heir." "Run." Run. The words should have satisfied me. It didn't.

In the quiet rhythm of the tides, a phantom lullaby echoed faintly in her memory—a woman’s voice, impossibly gentle, whispering, *"My moon and my stars..." Selena snapped her eyes open, her jaw hardening. No. She would not allow herself to weaken now. She had spent a lifetime becoming the most feared warrior the Moon Court had produced in a century. She had earned her titles through blood and discipline: Captain of the High Moon Guard, Princess, Protector, Executioner. And today, she would finally look into the eyes of the woman who had ruined everything. ### Fixing the Family Meanwhile, within the fortified walls of the inner keep, Blackthorn Palace was strangely quiet. Too quiet.

Then— A blast of dark magic exploded from him, hurling chairs and guards across the chamber. Lucien shielded Elira instinctively as the Veilguard leapt into action. Mara’s daggers pinned Siven’s limbs before he could cast again. The priestesses began chanting, weaving light to trap the darkness. But the damage had been done. As Siven writhed in the moonlight net, a voice—not his—spoke from his throat. > You hunt relics while your foundation crumbles, Moon Queen. Brave… but foolish. Elira stepped forward, voice cold as ice. “Who are you?”

When I rise, I will not devour her quickly. I will take her name. Her fire. Her crown. Piece by piece. And when there is nothing left, she will still burn for me. Because even gods kneel when the dark teaches them how. --- POV: Selene The Moon-Queen’s private chamber was silent, save for the low hum of the Mirror of Threads. Then the hum changed. A pulse ran up my spine as if someone had plucked the cord of my soul. It was faint — but old. Too old.

“A certain friend once told me that, no matter what day or time it is, they'll always be a shadow, lingering in the darkness and ready to strike. But I should always be on guard.” I chuckled silently, tugging a strand of hair behind my ears. “And this friend of yours happens to be who?” She licked her lower lip, “She’s the greatest Luna and fighter I've ever seen in my entire life.” A smile formed on her face, “Do you want to know her name?” I nodded gently and she leaned closer, her breath fanning against my earlobe. “She is Selene Blackwood, Luna of the highest ranking wolf pack and greatest warrior to be heard of.”

--- The Replacement Caelan closed his eyes. Selene turned toward him. "Tell me she's lying." He remained silent. "Caelan." Nothing. Her voice became smaller. "Tell me." He finally looked at her. "I can't." Tears spilled down Selene's cheeks. "Because it's true." Caelan nodded once. Selene stepped backward. "So what am I?" "The last vessel." "For what?" Caelan's face twisted. "For the First Queen." Selene stared. The woman in gray suddenly laughed.