Selene Underworld Evolution Novels & Stories

3RD: GAIL AMERSON 07 - 4 4TH: JENNIE LAZON 02 - 4 5TH: KRYLLE SU 04 - 3 6TH: JONNA KIM 01 - 1 7TH: SOLENE TIAR O3- 0 8TH: HELLERY JOES 05 - 0 9TH: BEATRICE SHUN 06 - 0 10TH: VENN TRICE 08 - 0 "Always remember that the goal of this event is to prevent someone from dying, and whoever got the highest points... will be privileged to study in our school and get to open this mystery box sponsored by the Domina!" The speaker announced. I listened attentively while eating my ice cream that Eula gave. I was about to take another bite when a tennis ball passed my way, almost hitting my head. I gasped and look for Eula. "Eula? Eula?" I don't know but when I sense danger, Eula is always there. She's alw

Since then, his father has passed on the leadership, and now he is the alpha of the Claro de Luna pack, although Ragnar still supervises his every move and supports him in everything he needs. Selene is a beautiful young woman like her twin Ethan but very introverted and rebellious. She doesn't like to interact much with the outside world and has shown certain traits from an early age, which doesn't surprise her parents, as Uriel, her grandfather, has said she is a special young woman and that her abilities might be different from her siblings.

Rome squares her shoulders and takes a deep breath. “For the future of the true Luna.” She whispers. In that instant, Falcon morphs back into a huge sandy-colored beast, half man, half wolf, and lunges for her. She screams violently, her sobs echoing through the night as I watch on in horror. She is a lifeless heap on the ground, laying in a pool of her own blood.

"Alistair, ruler of the Underworld Kingdom, leader of the demons, powerful and invincible, but his most terrible gift is that he can resurrect dead demons. The only person who can defeat him is the so-called 'chosen one' of the sorceresses. If she succeeds, the Underworld will weaken and the other evil creatures will be left without defense, demons will not be able to return after being chased away by the sorceresses..." Selene's eyes widened in surprise. This dream, or rather a nightmare, was a kind of vision, a vision of what could happen to her if she fails the mission. The thought terrified Selene, so she immediately closed the Book of Magic with a bang and put it on the desk. Sitting on

“I’m not! I track down and kill your kind! My only interest is finding out why Lucian wants you so badly,” said Selene, the heroine of Underworld. I watched the movie intently on my bed as I unconsciously rubbed the spot where I was bitten when I was six years old. I gazed down at my left shoulder, even though the bite marks had faded long ago it had left something else behind in return. Just like Blade from the movies, I am classified as a Daywalker. Meaning, I can walk freely around in the sun without worrying about it burning me into ashes, but I still craved human blood like any other Vampire.

"Selene, you need to stop being mean to me. I never asked for any of this. My life was so perfect before all of these...... When will it end?" Selene scoffed, her expression unreadable. "Until you draw your last breath, every Lucas's battle is yours as well. Welcome to the underworld. You better chin up." With that, the goddess walked towards the door, but instead of vanishing, she turned the doorknob, and walked out the front door.

Linus bellowed fiercely as blood essence seeped from his fingers and into his long sword, causing its momentum to change completely, growing increasingly chilling and gruesome. His overall power level escalated rapidly, giving him the bearing of an incensed ruler. Selene pressed her lips together after swallowing a pill. Her energy erupted into a frenzy, manifesting various divine abilities and techniques that flashed with a freezing, cold light as she pushed her semi-otherworldly realm power to the absolute limit her body could withstand.

“And that makes them dangerous.” The other Inquisitors exchanged uneasy glances. None dared to speak. Selene extended her hand toward the ravine. The air thickened. Her sigil—a crescent etched into the flesh of her wrist—flared white. In the depths below, molten streams shifted, answering her command. “They’ve gone to ground,” she said. “But the Ravine cannot hide them forever. Its breath is full of secrets.” A whisper answered—faint, like the memory of a scream. The molten veins along the canyon’s sides pulsed brighter for a moment before dimming again. Selene smiled.

one wolf whispered, his voice trembling. Selene’s smile widened, too sharp, too inhuman. Her eyes glowed brighter, pupils slitted and burning with an unnatural light. Her voice came layered now hers and something else, ancient and deeper. “You thought you were fighting me,” she purred, her tone echoing like it came from beneath the earth itself. “But I am so much more than the girl you remember. I am vessel. The ground cracked beneath her feet, dark tendrils surging outward. Wolves stumbled as the earth split, serpents erupting from the fissures once more larger now, with fangs that gleamed like obsidian blades.

Hera's Pov Selen was quiet today. Her mind seems troubled by something. She has been staring intensely at the children or at the woods all day. “Hey” I called. Selen didn't reply, her eyes were still focused on the forest. Over time, the garden had grown bigger because the mouths to feed had increased. We were harvesting. “Selen…” No reply. I was getting worried, was she ill? Her body seems alright to me…I ignored the possibility that it could be a mental illness, I had no cure for things like that.