Selina Catwoman Gotham Novels & Stories

After being humiliated and disowned by her own pack and family the 18-year-old Noella Cindy James, goes Rouge. After tumbling in the depths of the unwanted city, she begins to challenge life. Day after day, anger, hate, malice, eating her up, she becomes bloodthirsty for revenge.

He stood up and headed for his private study, the door closing with a snap that signaled the end of the audience. The second he was gone, Selene’s face transformed. The sweetness vanished, replaced by the cold, calculating mask of a woman who had spent years in the shadows of the Mafia-run territories. She looked at the clock—nine PM. The shift change was complete. She walked out to the Moonfall Garden, looking up at my window. I was standing there, staring back at her, our eyes locking in a silent declaration of war. Selene didn't hide it this time; she raised her phone and dialed a number that was scrubbed from every official Crowne log.

Her arm trembled in excitement as it was fed fully, and soon enough a red light engulfed her spear. "Oh? You still resist?" The True Goddess revealed an arrogant smirk upon seeing Selina's resistance. She didn't try to stop Selina, neither did she have the intention to. She merely scoffed and said, "Go ahead child. Let's see what you can do." Selina closed her ears to the mockery of the Goddess before her. This woman was arrogant, and Selina would make her pay the price. The young member of Silver Wolves searched her heart and pulled out a Glow she rarely used because of the amount of destruction it wrought. Fire and Wind became even more dominant as Selina's Glow was activated. She slowly p

"To a job well done!" The door flew off its hinges. I walked in, my eight guards behind me. "Celebrating what?" My voice was ice. The six men scrambled to their feet, but it was too late. Silver manacles snapped around their wrists and ankles. A special extract of wolfsbane prevented them from shifting. "Who... who are you?" the leader asked, terrified. "I'm Selena." I walked right up to him, my eyes burning with vengeance. "The mother of the girl you killed."

The scout’s last words still echo as the veil aura explodes into blinding golden light. I stand frozen in the room, my guarded thoughts racing. Hidden? I spent eighteen years as the beta’s invisible daughter and now I’m some kind of secret key? The Moon Goddess really does have a twisted sense of humor. Julian’s grip on my arm tightens, his scent flooding the space and making my wolf press forward with desperate eagerness. “Explain,” he growls, his voice full of suspicion. “Who the hell are you really, Selina?”

After the Elder left, the house felt smaller. Too many walls. Too many echoes. Selina chose that moment to arrive. She didn’t announce herself. She glided in through the side doors, wrapped in elegance and certainty, dressed in silver this time—bright enough to be seen, sharp enough to cut. Her eyes locked on Lia immediately. Then flicked to Leo. Then back to Damien. “I see you’re still playing house,” she said lightly. Damien’s voice dropped. “Leave.” She smiled. “You don’t mean that.”

I turned to the curious mad dog. "If it makes you feel any better, she's an omega wolf. “A!!! ". Mad dog let out a sarcastic laugh. I halted in my stride and turned to him. "Did you just laugh? “No, sorry." He apologized quickly as he struggled to keep a straight face. My cold gaze never left him. I didn't care about who loved Gwen and who she loved. I was done leaving her to half-baked men. Hastening my stride, I made my way to the party. Everyone was waiting.

It’s an act that is punishable in Hati as an act of treason. A hand appeared in Yuri’s view just then, and she turned only to see Selina offering her hand to her, which she took. “Sorry for earlier,” said Selina with an apologetic smile. “I jumped to conclusions too soon. As you might have guessed, I’m Sunny’s younger sister. I’m Selina Chin. Phantom XI. Nice to meet you.” Yuri nodded. “Yuri Kirisawa,” said Yuri, introducing herself in return. “Phantom XIII. Nice to meet you.”

A shape that had too many specific edges to be anything other than what it was. Catwoman raced in the same cities as I* Technologies expanded into. Catwoman's calendar never conflicted with I* board meetings. Catwoman had sent fifteen cease and desist letters through a shell entity two days after the WEG-I* tech showcase. Catwoman drove like someone who had been doing this since before she was old enough to do it legally. Catwoman had beaten me tonight by four seconds and had not shown the slightest surprise at finding The Anonymous Racer on her grid. Katia Kensington's keycard said she was in the hotel spa.

She bites her lower lip— white teeth sinking into red flesh— then turns, smiling at the bartender. "Whisky please. Rocks." Her gaze returns to me, and she raises her eyebrows. "Make that two," I say, not leaving her gaze. A minute later he places the drinks in front of us, her hand immediately reaching out to bring it to her lips. "Katherine," she says after taking a slow sip, "but my friends call me Kat." "Adam, but everyone calls me Emilio." "I think I'll stick with Adam," she replies haughtily, daring me to tell her otherwise. I lean in closer to her, trailing her body with my eyes again. I can't stop looking at her legs. She notices, and again raises an eyebrow.