Selene Valera Novels & Stories

Confused as to what I had to do with all of this. “Whispers on the wind. Shadows in reflections talked of her reincarnation. A wolf that can link the shifter and witch communities. Selene had created the first shewolf derived from Lycans. The first she-wolf born of lycan parentage. Our Celtic heritage called her Onara Eardwulf, meaning Royal Land Wolf. But she grew power crazed and believed sorcery was dangerous and should be eliminated. Powers rose against her time after time and we can only backdate her longest survival to 25 years.”

He didn't want to go her wrong impression about him! Chantelle sat down on the bed, still processing what had just happened. It was a strange mix of emotions - embarrassment, gratitude, and relief. But the thing that stood out to her the most was the sense of safety and comfort she felt around Delcan. It was a feeling she hadn't experienced in a long time, and she savored it. She knew that she was on the path to healing, and Delcan was helping her every step of the way.

"I know, but Damon…" My mother had suddenly appeared at the door, attracted by the brewing noise; her eyes had grown wide as she spotted Damon and Cassandra half-naked. "What is the meaning of this, Damon? Annie, why are you sobbing?" Cassandra seized the opportunity. She pointed at the pizza I mistakenly spilled on the floor. "Look, Mrs. Scarlett! Your ‘precious’ daughter tried to sneak in and attack Damon! She's trying to get obsessed with him! She doesn't want to accept that the Alpha already chose me. Your daughter keeps doing crazy things even when I'm the true Luna. I have been waiting for this poor thing of yours to leave him for me!"

The woman gazing back at her was not the demure, abused kid Sebastian had sought to break. She was Valeria Jayne—the catwalk diva. And she was there. At her side, Manager Kim jittered with her earpiece, watching Valeria in the mirror. "You sure this is a good idea?" she dared, her voice taking on a concerned tone. "You can still back out." Valeria braced her shoulders, determination set in the line of her jaw. "No." Her response was adamant. "I need this." Kim groaned and shook her head. "You're gutsy, I'll give you credit."

The air was still humming with the residue of the divine light when the shadow flickered. It was a glitch in the atmosphere, a ripple of malice that even Seraphina’s heightened senses didn't immediately catch. Valeria, her face a twisted mask of scars and desperation, emerged from a pocket of void just inches behind Seraphina’s back. "If I cannot be the Luna," Valeria hissed, her voice a jagged shard of glass, "then there will be no Luna at all!"

They were back on the island for three weeks before Catalina Reyes arrived. Her arrival was Selene's arrangement — Selene, from Geneva, building the infrastructure of what she'd taken to calling the exit architecture with the systematic thoroughness of someone who had been planning this exact thing for years and was finally permitted to do it directly.

Warrior princess Selene Valewind Stormrider, Luna queen of Stormrider pack, former grand commander of the king’s army. Her blonde hair was braided in a sleek line down her back, her own warrior’s gear tailored to perfection. She always knew how to look powerful and beautiful at once. Varek turned toward the crowd. “Elora will be sparring with Selene today,” he announced, beaming with pride. “Let the realm see what the daughters of Valewind are made of!” A thunderous cheer echoed from all around me, even from places my line of vision didn’t reach. My stomach turned. This was only but a fraction of what Ryker would have to face if he didn’t heed my warning.

Every small movement against the ruined sheets sent sparks shooting through her overstimulated body. She should have locked the door. She should have cast every protective ward she knew. Instead, she picked up her phone with trembling fingers and sent another message. This time to Valeria. Valeria was different from Lena, taller, colder, a renowned rope artist and sadist who ran exclusive private sessions for the city’s most powerful women. She and Giselle had clashed many times, always with Giselle coming out on top. Valeria had never hidden her desire to one day see the arrogant witch on her knees.

“Then why do you not look excited? I thought you’d be feeling festive.” “Well, there’s a reason for that.” I looked at Mavros. I did not know how I was to tell them. Would they resent me for it? The thought of them not wanting to be around me scared me. I wasn’t one to get scared, but with my family, it was different. Mavros seemed to have understood it was a heavy topic for me, so he did the explaining. “Selene appeared to Valeria weeks ago and said she would take a life in exchange for hers. It is known that a mortal cannot bear gods, so Selene will take the life of someone dear to Valeria.”

SELENE’s POV Four years ago, Serena Vale died on a stormy bridge in this same city. Tonight, she arrived back, not as Serena Vale, but as Selene Arden, the powerful billionaire businesswoman everyone can’t stop talking about. The private jet landed quietly against the dark runway while the city lights stretched endlessly beyond the glass. I sat still in my seat long after the aircraft stopped moving, my fingers resting lightly against the leather armrest. “Miss Arden,” my assistant said carefully. “The cars are ready.”