Selene The Black Queen Novels & Stories

The werewolf terrifyingly said. “Not so good answer,” I whispered and move fast to reach for his neck. “Fine, let me just change my question, my friend.” I whispered. “Who is the black moon pack leader? Is he a vaewolf hybrid like me?” I asked. He closed his eyes and let me wait for a couple of seconds before he speaks. “H-he is…” While impatiently waiting for his next words. I froze when I felt an unfamiliar aura nearing us. “Are you looking for me, Luna?”

Laughter echoed not from the bowl, but from every wall around them. The reflection twisted, sharpening, until the figure seemed to claw her way out of the black water. She was tall, draped in shadow that dripped like ink from her form. Her hair was long, matted, and black as pitch, her eyes glowing like embers in a dying fire. When she smiled, her teeth were too sharp. She leaned forward, her presence pressing against Chloe’s chest like a weight. “My name is Selene,” she purred, though her voice rattled like dry bones. “Once a priestess, once betrayed. Now… vengeance itself.”

Selene looked at him. "The fourth?" He placed a hand against his chest. "I'm counting myself." She laughed softly. "You weren't included." "I've decided I am." For the first time that morning, Selene smiled without forcing it. But far away, in a dark chamber surrounded by burning candles, the Witch Queen stood before a basin of black water. The image of Selene appeared on its surface. Then the image shifted. The two newborns appeared beside her. The Witch Queen watched the firstborn carefully.

But before she could reach the end of the corridor— The air split open. A jagged tear of darkness appeared ahead, swallowing the light. From within, a shadowed figure stepped through, her presence suffocating. Selene. The Shadow Queen. She wore black armor that seemed to absorb the light, her silver hair falling in perfect waves over her shoulders. Her violet eyes burned with amusement. Lena skidded to a stop. Cassian was at her side in an instant, sword raised. Dorian’s daggers glinted as he positioned himself slightly behind them, his body tense.

a voice smooth as silk purred from the shadows. Gina’s heart stopped. She knew that voice. The fog cleared just enough to reveal a figure perched gracefully on the windowsill. It wasn't Julian. It was a woman. She had the exact same silver hair as Lyra, but her eyes weren't white—they were a piercing, malicious crimson. She wore a crown made of black bones, and the dark energy radiating off her made Selene’s magic look like a mere parlor trick. It was the Dark Queen of the Moonborn. Gina’s mother. The one who had orchestrated the entire war from the shadows.

"No, I didn’t… I swear, I have never seen that before!" "Well, well," Selene said softly, stepping forward, her slippers leaving marks in the flour. She looked down at Martha with cold, empty eyes. "It seems the Blackwood kitchens are run by thieves." "She didn’t do it!" I shouted, ignoring the sharp pain in my shoulder as I forced myself to my knees. "You put it there! You framed her because she helped me!" Selene looked at me. The hatred in her eyes was strong and clear. "Are you accusing your future Queen of a crime?" she asked quietly. "You are already set to be punished tomorrow for attacking my horse in the woods. Do you want to add treason to your punishment?"

"I see a great power, a darkness that should never have been awakened. I see a wolf, but it is no wolf. It is a shadow. It is a curse. It is… a queen." Selene's heart hammered against her ribs, a frantic drum against the cold fear. She was a queen. Not of a pack, not of a people, but of something far older, far more dangerous. The title, whispered by an ancient seer, solidified the horrifying truth of her new existence. "What is her past?" Draven demanded, his voice tight, strained with suspicion and dread. "How did this happen?"

before quietly stepping back. The woman seated at the center stood first. She had black hair that was shining like. and her eyes were very sharp. “So.” She said, her eyes went up and down. “You are the one who caused such a stir.” Her voice was calm but it carried the kind of power that made others fall silent. “I am Selene, first wife, queen.” She didn’t smile, and I didn’t bow. The next woman leaned forward, her expression was cool and polished. “Isolde.” She greeted me.

They were clones of me, dozens of them, all wearing black armor and holding swords that glowed with a sickly violet light. But they weren't the worst part. Walking behind them was a woman I thought I had seen die in the volcano. "Did you really think fire could kill the Queen of the Deep?" my mother, Selene, asked. Her face was half-melted, showing the silver metal underneath. She wasn't human anymore. She was a cyborg, and she was holding a silver net. "Kill the men," Selene commanded. "Bring me the girl and the baby. The architect wants to watch the harvest in person."

the former Kind asked. "I do," Colton answered. "Do you Darcy Elis Campbell, take the position as the Queen of all Lunas? Do you swear to protect them and serve to the best of your ability? Do you swear to give them advice and bring them justice whenever needed with your Kind by your side?" the former King asked as he turned to look at me with a smile. "I do," I answered. He took out a silver-gold knife as he sliced his and Colton's palms while the Queen did the same with me. We felt the surge of power change as we formed the link with everyone as their King and Queen.