Selene The Black Queen Novels & Stories

I shook my head as I pulled my phone out and watched her and Heth come into the house and make some lunch. She had developed into a beautiful woman. Her long black hair hung down to her perfect ass. She had put some red highlights in it and I loved it. She stood at five eight but she was the perfect height for me. Her eyes though they really caught your attention. They were like the perfect shade of blue I have ever seen. When I stared into them I have to pull myself back or I would be lost in them. I closed the app on my phone and put it back in my pocket. Heth truly was the only person I did trust with her. He knew my dirty little fantasy's about making her mine. I knew he would protect he

But then, watching the same people over and over again gets boring overtime. Diving into the book, I reopen to one of my favorite parts of the lycan battles. It is the chapter where the lycan king was brought to his knees by the queen, and makes she him beg her for his life. He wasn’t expecting her, or that she would even do something like that. It is what makes me like it more. I feel like I relate to the queen well. She has always been undermined and underrated, then she wound her full potential and—

The elder said the words and he almost followed them. "I, Bryce Bane next Alpha King take thee, Cursed girl. Ow I am sorry Sophia Stademan right?" The elder nodded and the crowd laughed. The idiot didn't even respect my father. I knew I would have things easy but this, I didn't expect from someone was preparing to be the next leader. "To be my legal wedded wife as Luna Queen requested." Yes, that was his vow to me. There was nothing wrong with that vow since she was considered above all next to Selene.

Selene had planted a seed, and Alessia now had a choice: uproot it… or let it grow into something darker. But one thing was clear: She wasn’t a pawn anymore. She was a queen in the making. And queens didn’t beg. They burned.

Chaos will reign. The images showed exactly that. Death spreading. Darkness swallowing everything. The world ending not in fire but in shadow. “But if you claim her?” I asked carefully. “If the light wins instead?” Then existence becomes rigid. There can be no shadow. No death. No natural endings. Everything freezes . She shook her head. Neither outcome is acceptable. The balance must be maintained. Selene must remain neutral. “How do we do that when Sylvester has already…” Already begun tipping the scale toward darkness. Yes. The Moon Goddess waved her hand. The images changed again. Showed Selene as she was now. Silver eyes. Being bound to him weakened her connection to her true nature.

She watched fog roll over the land like a slow tide. Mira joined her, tired and silent. Finally, Selene whispered, “I didn’t mean to break it. The seal.” Mira nodded. “Intent doesn’t matter. Blood and magic remember touch.” Selene’s throat tightened. “It was already weak.” “Yes,” Mira said grimly. “But you were the final thread. The call of a mate is powerful. It pulled you. It pulled her.” Selene turned sharply. “Her?” Mira didn’t blink. “What you freed… wasn’t just a beast. She was once a woman. A Luna. The Alpha Queen of this forest—centuries ago.”

I breathed. The temple doors opened to admit three beings who clearly weren't standard wolves. The first appeared human-normal except for eyes that held depths of ancient starlight. The second constantly shifted between forms wolf, raven, mist, something else I couldn't identify. The third seemed to be made of living shadow, though shadow that pulsed with warm life rather than the cold emptiness of the Void Seekers. "Selene of the Eclipse Covenant," the star-eyed being said, its voice carrying harmonics that spoke of vast age and accumulated wisdom. "I am Astral of the Celestial Bloodline. We have come in response to your beacon."

That kept the shakes away. "Pretty, isn't she?" someone said softly right by her shoulder. Selene jumped a bit. She turned quickly. It was Maris, another servant like her. Maris went by with a wine jug. Her eyes shone dark as she looked where Selene stared. Right at Veyra. "Folks say the queen of Ebonveil has charmed a bunch of kings before him. Maybe our Alpha King falls next." Selene shook her head fast. She made her face go empty. No words could come out. She would not let them even if she could. The silence promise held her tight like iron links. But inside her heart yelled loudly.

Lady Selene. Because my presence here as a breeder was an official arrangement, the Lycan guards didn't stop her. As the future Queen, she had the authority to walk right through my door. The guards simply bowed their heads and pulled the heavy oak door shut, leaving us entirely alone. Selene looked slowly around the grand bedroom, her piercing blue eyes finally landing on me. Her face twisted into a sneer of pure, unfiltered disgust. "So, this is the famous Blackwood tribute," Selene said, her voice sharp and mocking. She walked slowly toward me, her heels clicking loudly against the stone floor. "I expected the King's temporary breeder to be better looking. It is pathetic."

She looked at the siblings with a mix of pity and cold, aristocratic hunger. ​"I am Selene Vane," the woman said, her voice echoing in their marrow. "The true Queen of the Lunar Throne. You have done well to survive the 'System' of the Earth-Traitor, Miller. But the time for play is over. My 'Harvester' will touch down in the Ginza district in one hour. If the 'Origin-Blood' is not delivered to me voluntarily, I will 'Reset' the planet’s core. I will turn this world into a dead moon to feed my own."