Selina Gotham Novels & Stories

None of us moved to stop it. This time, watching Selina appear on screen felt different from the first time, and different from the fifth time, and different from all the times in between. She wasn't Damien's wife on that screen. She wasn't a victim delivering a captor's message. She was someone who had found the only channel available to her and used it with more precision than most people managed with full resources and no one watching. She had already started fighting her way back. The least we could do was make sure she didn't have to finish it alone.

Leo reached for me with his hands, his own eyes flashing Scarlett rushed in from a corner. “They cannot hide much longer!” She yelled, her voice shaking. “Those pups are too strong. I hope rogues will not find them out any time soon Then… as if Scarlett’s words called the devil, I smelled danger before I saw the harbinger. Cassandra. She walked in without knocking, feeling proud as usual, her dress looking too fancy for the ‘dirty Omega quarters’ I was. Her sharp eyes were flipping around the room until they stopped on the cribs.

“Thank you for bringing Selene. I needed that.” “It’s my job to help you find your path,” she replied, her smile bright. “And remember, it’s okay to lean on others. You’re not alone.” As I prepared for another round, I felt a sense of unity between me, Janet, and Adrian. We were all working towards the same goal, and that bond gave me strength. With each strike, I pushed away the remnants of my guilt and pain. I was Annalise, a warrior, a protector. I wouldn’t let Marcus or anyone else take that from me again.

Panic flashed in his eyes. What's going on? He thought to himself. A bitter smile tugged at her lips. She held the mask tightly. “I know,” she said calmly. “I am supposed to be dead but you see, the moon goddess has her own ways.” Still gripped in astonishment, Kieran opened his mouth but snapped it shut. “What are you talking about?” “After I died, I was reborn in Ravena's body. I am Selene Blackthorn. I am back to seek revenge on my enemies.

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.”

Celeste is a hero. ‘We won’t hurt you. Any of you.’ I call out to the masses over the mind link. Selina has the ability to talk to all werewolves, being the daughter of the Moon Goddess, it is one of her heightened abilities. The man on the floor bursts in to tears. The few vampires that are left, including Admis D’Arcy look at us and what colour they have in their cheeks from feeding so heavily on the wounded and dead drains from them. They know the war is lost, they chose the wrong side. Selina snarls in their direction. ‘Take them down.’ Supreme Alpha Channon instructs the twenty or so wolves to his left. They spring forwards and chase the undead into the forest. Selina is about to run af

"He's a changed man, Leo. He is no longer the cousin that kidnapped me to hand me over to your archenemy." He laughed and raised an eyebrow. "Then who is he?" "The cousin that has been helping me. I'd almost certainly be dead by now without him," I replied. "Helping you do what exactly?" he asked. "Help his sister," I said. Leo stared blankly. "Max doesn't have a sister." I shook my head, "After Milo Megestanis died, his mate had an affair with a man named Roberto Benedetta and had a daughter called Milly-"

It was like a surreal scene, the four of us frozen in a moment of shared expectation, each of us carrying our secrets and doubts. Alpha Gerald called me over, I walked up, a mix of nerves and duty. He pulled me into a light hug, and I returned it, trying to hide the lingering tension. Then, Gerald's focus shifted to the man from that intense night. "Looks like you two have already met," he said, calm as ever. His eyes flicked between us, a quiet intensity in his gaze. He introduced the guy as Silas, and the name carried a weight I couldn't quite put my finger on. "Silas, meet Hyacinth Clausen, she is the daughter of my soon-to-be Luna, Kendall Clausen." The formality of the introduction clas

Oralie answered, seemingly grinding her teeth together, the terse sentence being growled by her little by little, as if she had once resented repeating it a hundred times or a thousand times, or more: - His name is... Titus William. Selina looked at the face, which was still young, but seemed to have been bitten off the other half of the soul by the darkness, and the ash gray eyes flashed a bit of nostalgia. It seems that she is looking through this face and looking at a distant memory, a past covered with dust and ashes, which has long collapsed to nothing. Selina suddenly sighed softly, but only a soft sigh, perhaps only she could hear. Then, her face returned to normal; a cold face withou

long black hair down to her shoulder dressed in a black rob. "I have too lilith. I can't let Abaddon steer us all to the Galats. " "And your ruling? " "you can do that for me can't you big sister?" "Don't listen lilith. get her over to me." growled Abaddon. "Bye." responded Hecate flying up the alleys with her brown wings building a shield to avoid scratches. "go get her." screamed Abaddon to his men as they all turned in to there wings. lilith though stayed still smirking at herself as she watched them go up the streams. when she spotted Abaddon take the sky, she grabbed his leg pulling him back to the ground.