Selina Gotham Novels & Stories

“Where is our godmother?” Selina.

Selina feigns a greeting to Jason. She scours the area for any weapon that might be useful. Selina's weapons of choice are old rifles, rusted steel wire, and a pair of daggers. Thump! Selina inadvertently causes a book to tumble. She takes it in her hands and blows the dust off the cover. “I don't recall leaving behind a book here. Perhaps...” Selina wishes Jason Hayes had left the book behind before he died. Selina Maya Hayes, my pride and delight daughter, is the subject of this book.

Selina shrugs, she quickly stands on the balcony opposite Son. "Isn't that funny?" "Sister, he's not someone you can get mad at?" “Why, as a high class vampire possessing the heart of Neva, shouldn't I be angry?” Selina is an arrogant girl, if that's what she wants, Selina won't get it by means of tricks. “He has an immortal by his side, he is not afraid of danger and takes the immortal from Galvin.” Son said slowly. “Galvin Mohini?” Selina spoke up.

I padded across the room and opened the door slowly. Standing at the door was Selina, her silver hair gleaming under the soft hallway light, styled into elegant waves that framed her graceful face. She looked stunning as always—poised, confident, and glowing with the kind of calm that only came from years of experience and strength. She wore a fitted dark green coat over a soft cream blouse, her pants perfectly tailored, and her boots clicking softly against the floor. She always carried herself like royalty, like nothing in the world could ever shake her.

She’s got this sharpness, like she’s been sanded down to the good stuff, all nerves and edge. Now they call her Luna. Could be worse, honestly. Everything got weirdly tense when the elders yelled for quiet. Ariella, perched in the back, giving everyone the stink-eye like an owl with trust issues. Silas looking like he could break a log in half just by glaring at it. And Kieran? Lurking in the shadows, all broody, like he’s personally offended by the concept of daylight. Then Selina waltzes up. She’s got this pull, you know? Like if gravity wore leather boots. When she starts talking, people just stay still and pay attention.

She wondered how they were in some sort of magical place yet there were crocs. Mrs. Hasse looked over to the supposed woman. “And who might this young one be?”, she smiled at the silver-haired woman in front of her. Hughes stood in attention as he respects the Witch of Neverwhere. “Madam Hasse,”, he lowered his gaze as if to bow. “She is Selina, the heir of Kósmima.” The old woman chuckled. Selena meanwhile, was left baffled by what Hughes said. “Or that is what you might think she is.”

Marcus entered, his face pale. His eyes locked on Caleb as he said, "The fire was too intense, so the entire building collapsed. The fire department found a female corpse in the debris with her left hand wearing a ring, and the aura around her was unmistakably a Luna's. The initial analysis confirms it's Selina."

I froze, jaw tightening. Selina. Daughter of Elder Godric. Heir to one of the oldest and richest houses in Blue Ridge. And until last week, the one everyone assumed would become my mate. She stepped forward, wrapped in shimmering silver and spite, her pale eyes raking over Kieran with all the subtlety of a knife. “I always knew the Moon Goddess had a sense of humor. But this? An omega?” She laughed, light and cruel. “Tell me, did you use a spell? Or something less… magical?”

I must be patient, she whispered. But I will use every moment. I will test Luna. I will watch Aero. I will analyze Fen. Everything will serve me. Everything. Darkness wrapped around her like a cloak while the city below remained blissfully unaware. Selina leaned back and closed her eyes. Her thoughts were sharp and focused as a blade. The game had begun. And she had no intention of losing. The shadow is waiting, Luna. And soon you’ll learn that not every presence is a friend. Not every closeness is safe.

Lucian then walked over and stood before the woman as his entourage dismounted from their horses. The woman's name is Selina Steverus. She is 23 years old. She is 3 years younger than Lucian. She has long, black hair and beautiful black eyes. She was beautiful the way a black rose, beautiful but deadly. “Have you killed him?” Selina asked into Lucian's eyes. “He killed himself before I killed him,” said Lucian. Selina smiled with satisfaction and happiness in her eyes. The smile on her face suddenly disappeared and turned into hatred as she looked at Violet. Selina envy seeing Violet's beauty made her eager to burn her face.