Selene Vampires Novels & Stories

Mish was already reaching for his cock, stroking him. "We own our time, beloved. We can be late." Then he devoured her waiting lips, not giving her the chance to object. As if she would put up a fight when surrendering to his loving was easy as breathing. *** The moon, a round jewel in the darkened sky, in hues of yellow gold, looming large and majestic, exquisitely elegant. A mistress to her creatures, commanding, preaching at the same time bringing comfort and guidance. She could make a song just by gazing in wonder at Selene. The Goddess of Vampires and Lycanthropes. The beloved of Ambrogio, the first Vampire beast.

She scraped a portion of her food into the flames before talking again. "Selene was a worshiper of Apollo originally, until he cursed her true love, Ambrogio, out of jealousy. He eventually became the first vampire, Artemis gave the couple protection. Helping them to move to Ephesus to worship and serve Artemis at her famous temple there." She paused, and popped a grape in her mouth. "Our history is complicated, but one would say that Selena is the moon goddess and the mother of vampires." She finished. "But what about Dracula?"

I frowned and saw Selene's genuine concern. “What do you think?” I asked carefully. “Someone had to release her,” Selene said. “Someone who needs chaos.” I understood what she meant right away. “Shit,” I said angrily. “We need to talk to Daemon.” Marco raised his eyebrows and swallowed the piece of cookie he was chewing in a hurry. “Are you saying the vampires used an extinct virus to attack us?” asked Marco. “I'm saying a strong possibility,” said Selene. "It's somewhat unusual, but given that they've attacked us in various ways, releasing a biological weapon isn't far-fetched. After all, they are the best magical scientists on this planet. Whether we like to admit it or not."

"Selene is the Red Luna?" They both turned startled to see who it was. Elias, who stood gawking at Selene. "Yes my dear, she is the Red Luna. She shifted yesterday without the full moon." Elias took a few steps forward, "This is wonderful. So that prophecy was never a lie!" His face beamed with joy. "Selene, do you know we all have our hopes in you? You are going to the the reason our lives will change." "I'm scared, I don't think I'm cut out for this," she rubbed her arms.

Selene, with her gentle heart and radiant beauty, had always been a source of comfort and strength for him. Selene was a vision of grace and elegance, her form delicate yet strong. Her skin glowed with a soft, silvery light, and her long, flowing hair shimmered like moonbeams. Her eyes, a striking shade of midnight blue, held a depth of compassion and understanding that few could match. She moved with a fluidity and grace that seemed almost otherworldly, her presence bringing a sense of calm and peace to all who were fortunate enough to be in her company.

Venus added, invoking the name Selene had given him at his birth—a name tied to the divine essence of the moon and stars, carrying the promise of greatness and balance. Selene moved gracefully, her silken robes brushing against the polished floor. She extended her palm, and with a swift motion of her free hand, a small, ceremonial blade appeared. It glowed faintly with a light not of this world. With deliberate precision, she ran the blade across her palm. Instead of red, her blood emerged a luminescent silver-blue, glistening like liquid stardust. The room grew still as the divine ichor dripped into the intricate magical sigil Venus had inscribed on the floor.

0 says. “And who are you?” I ask, starting to calm a bit. You can only go through so much in a 48-hour period before shit stops making a huge impact. She smiles. “I am Selene, the goddess of the moon. And of werewolves.” Well, shit. I mean, if werewolves are real, I guess it makes sense that gods and goddesses are too, right? “Sure,” I say, shaking my head in sarcastic acceptance. Might as well role with it. “Why not? And what do you need from me?”

In the mystical land way beyond the moon. The Goddess of the moon, Selene was busy creating yet another spirit child, a soul that was to be born from two of his children of the moon, the Werewolves. Serenity, her twin sister walked in just as she was planning her fate. She gasped when she saw it. “How could you Selene, how could you give her such a fate?” Serenity the mother of the children of night. The vampires. Asked, she had just walked into Selene’s working space when she saw the creature she had just made. A spirit child that was yet to be born in the world.

“What do you need me to do for you?” Selene asked Jennifer. Selene was a woman who looked like she was in her late fifties. She was African-American and had a luscious head of grey dreadlocks. She was wearing a dress made of African-inspired prints and had a head tie on. She also had a scar on her left eye and just four fingers on her right hand. Overall, she was a strange-looking lady and anyone would be weary of her and her voodoo but not Jennifer.

Tears fill my eyes as I watch him run toward me. At least I thought he was running to me until he collided right into Draven’s body, tackling him to the ground. Something clatters to the ground and a growl slips past my lips at the sight of it. A sharp dagger. The same one I would have used to slit my palm open for my ceremony. A dagger made of pure silver. A werewolves weakness. A lethal weapon that would have killed me if given the chance. Draven was going to kill me…. But why? I thought he was my best friend… I thought he loved me… I thought a lot of things, but I’m starting to realize none of them are true.