Selene Vampires Novels & Stories

The wolf who had once looked at her with disgust, who had rejected her without hesitation. And now? His breath hitched, confusion flickering across his features as he stared at the woman before him—not a broken Omega, not an abandoned servant. But a Luna standing beside her Alpha. “Selene?” Killian murmured, voice hoarse. She met his gaze, unblinking, unwavering. “Did you think I died?” Killian swallowed hard. “You disappeared.” “No,” she corrected smoothly. “I evolved.” The Alpha of Bloodmoon—Damien—stood at the entrance of the pack’s estate, watching her with unreadable eyes.

I looked around and grimaced as I saw candles lit in every corner. One little mistake and her thatch house would burn to the ground with her inside. “Have a seat,” She said as I nodded and sat as she poured me a small cup of tea and gave it to me. It was hot so I placed it down on the table before me. “Now speak,” she said. “There is a pest in my side. She is Selene. You might have heard of her. She’s human. No wolf blood. Nothing special.” Marella nodded.

Their movements were too fast for human eyes, too brutal for witch eyes, but Selene saw every flicker of it through the bond — the rage, the hunger, the old wounds they each carried. The hollow shook as ancient strength met ancient hunger. Selene gasped, stumbling as the magic inside her rose like a tide. Her hands glowed gold and silver, light pulsing from her fingertips. Her voice trembled. “Stop!” she cried, hurling a blast of flame and frost. The spell struck both vampires mid-leap, sending them crashing apart, skidding across the floor in opposite directions. Rowan took the opening, darting forward with a wolf’s brutal precision. His claws slashed across the intruder’s chest, tearing op

Athena's cry was a frantic, anguished request, and Sebastian needed to hold her back as she flooded forward, indiscreet of the risk. Selene's chuckling reverberated through the valley, and Sebastian's blood ran cold as the sorceress appeared before them, Sienna next to her. "Welcome, my dear wolves," Selene murmured, her dark red eyes shining with malignant purpose. "I've been anticipating you." Sebastian snarled, his wolf impulses thundering to the surface. "Discharge them, Selene. This finishes now." Selene's lips twisted into a vile grin. "Goodness, however, Sebastian, the tomfoolery is simply starting."

From the moment they could crawl, the twins were different. Lucien, with eyes like molten silver and a voice that echoed like thunder, had an aura of fire and resolve. Even at the age of five, he could summon bursts of heat from his palms, often setting the garden leaves ablaze during tantrums. The servants whispered that he was born with the flame of the first vampire king. Selene, in contrast, moved like moonlight on still water. Her eyes shimmered with shifting violet hues, and she could vanish into shadows without a sound. Animals followed her, flowers bloomed at her touch, and sometimes, when she sang, the wind itself obeyed.

Then, a chilling laughter slithered into the air. I turned to look at Selene. Her eyes glittered with malevolent amusement. "Oh, little Fenris…" she crooned, her voice silken yet laced with venom. “You’re as short-sighted as your ancestors.” I narrowed my eyes. “You think so?” “Of course. Just like him you fell for the decoy…” She chuckled. “Though, I must thank you for ridding me of Oren once and for all.” With a snap of her fingers, the spectral tendrils trailing from her form lashed out, wrapping around Tony's unconscious body. A sickening ripple pulsed through him, the virus within him flaring with renewed life. Selene's laughter intensified, an icy cascade echoing through the night.

RAFE I watch her reaction closely as she takes my hand. Her eyes widen, and a subtle shiver runs through her. Her wolf must have told her the same thing mine did: Mate. The realization is as shocking to her as it was to me. Selene Thorne, the Luna of the Silver Crescent Pack, and I, the Alpha of the Blood Moon Pack, are fated mates. The irony is not lost on me. Her scent is intoxicating, a mix of wildflowers and something uniquely her. It's a scent I've always found appealing, even when we were enemies. But now, it feels like a lifeline, a connection I didn't know I needed.

And for the next few hours, Riven devoted his time to explaining the supernatural realm and all its creatures to Layla. He told her about the first of the supernatural creatures that were created by Selene, the Moon Goddess. They were the lycanthropes, the witches/Sorcerers and the vampires and they were the creatures with the strongest bloodline. Selene chose the lycanthropes to be the rulers of the supernatural realm while the witches and vampires became their followers. But as the years passed, some of the witches began to fight for the position to rule the realm.

I heard Luke’s quiet chuckle. “Both the original and our Selene aren’t just the goddess of the moon, Nathaniel. They’re the mother of vampires too.” And on that bombshell…

They were trapped in his throat, blocked by a grief that had never fully faded. Instead, he just sat there, holding her hand, watching the firelight flicker across her pale face. "Tell me about the hybrid," he said finally. Selene opened her eyes. "What do you want to know?" "Everything." --- Selene told him about Lena—the woman with the golden eyes who haunted his dreams. She was the daughter of a vampire princess and a human man, born of a love that should have been impossible. She had been hidden away as a baby, given to human foster parents to protect her from Seraphine's hunters.