Selkie Novels & Stories

Alpha Vic cried, tears streaming down his face. Just then, we heard the pups crying. "Hmm. Maybe we should continue this on shore when ladies and pups aren't present," Blake said, and gave him several blows to his face until he was knocked out again. Just then, Sara appeared. "We're close to shore now," she said. "And there's one problem." "What?" Blake and I both looked up at her. She pulled off all her clothes, and before we knew what was happening, she shifted into her wolf form and lunged for Alpha Vic, severing his head from his body.

"Please, there must be a way you can help me" Claire bit her underlip, then came closer so she could whisper. "I'm going to tell you why I'm the only one who can keep this tomb safe, I am a werewolf, and only I know where that tomb is. Years back I sealed their master in that tomb and made sure through magic they cannot just find it. That's why I exercise all efforts to keep it from them" Skyler realised what she was going through. "Then, turn me into a werewolf, that should help right!?"

As we pass the magical creatures, Jess looks at the Salynx in confusion. “A Salynx is a mix between a Sable and a Lynx; sometimes it’s more Lynx than Sable but it’s mostly Sable Lynx.”, I explained to her. Continuing walking until we could see Mr. Sapping; Mr. Sapping is a half-breed, dark elves; this can get mixed up with Svartálfar, which is black elves. Many people are wary of dark elves, but since he’s the only one who sells potions, the town isn’t too wary of him.

Even the thought of it was so fascinating. Suddenly, an inevitable urge to kill humans surged into my veins and I flipped the card over a few times as if deciding whether to act on my sudden whim or not. It was a wrinkled piece of cardboard that I had thrown at the bottom of my backpack as soon as I had received it. I didn’t have the time to attend clubs being opened by university students when I had the obligation to run my pack along with my mother, Kendall Clausen. It was what I had been doing since my mother divorced my father, Alpha Arthur Clausen and they separated their ways for good.

All things I'd have been perfectly content never knowing. Once the strangers were completely mutilated beyond recognition, they were finally begging for death. Blake smiled more widely than I'd ever seen as he leaned closer to them, appearing almost euphoric in their misery. They confessed that they were from the Silver Moon Pack in Maine. They had formed an alliance as a promise for reinforcement in their own ongoing disputes. Luckily, Silver Moon Pack was a smaller pack and not a true threat to us. However, it wasn’t clear how many other packs may be forming alliances with the Bois Sombre Pack—it was likely they were not the only one.

“Why? Is that…a big deal?” “It’s Selkie,” Laila breathes, nodding eagerly. “It’s one of our gifts – but it hasn’t been seen in hundreds of years –“ “Wait,” Anton says, leaning forward towards her with a frown, “one of…one of ‘our’ gifts? One of your gifts? What are you –“ “It’s Selkie!” she says, laughing and holding her hands out towards him. “You’re Selkie! Like me! You’re Selkie!” she gasps, pressing her hands again to her heart. “You’re our lost prince!”

"I won't let them harm us." Aunt Cleo's voice sliced through the air like a warning bell, her words laced with urgency and gravity. "Aqua, you need to grasp the true threat of the coven. They're not just ordinary casters. Each possesses unique abilities, ranging from unnaturally swift regeneration and inhuman strength to the sinister power to manipulate creatures and even people, turning them into spies. Some even boast of an unnerving form of immortality, extending their lives far beyond the natural order. And worst of all, they have the terrifying capability to absorb the powers of other casters."

“Luna Daniella, I bring no object for you. But I offer something rarer—respect. You rose from ash and did not crumble. That is enough. That is everything.” The room stilled at her words. Daniella nodded, words escaping her. Then came the beings not of fur or claw. From the sea shimmered Queen Nerida, trailing robes of blue-gold that clung to her form like waves. Kaelen, the selkie chief, followed her with smooth grace. Nerida’s voice echoed like the sea “We of the Deep do not give our treasures lightly. But today, we offer Pearlshade, a cloak woven from ocean threads and kelp silk, resistant to blade, poison, and deceit.”

He smiled at her as they continued. They finally reached a large boulder. Adleigh turned around and smiled, “Here. We can eat here.” Clay nodded and grabbed the bag. They set out blankets and grabbed the food. “So, what kind of magic is here?” asked Jenna. Clay smiled, “All kinds. We have found fairies, unicorns, elves, and all kinds of creatures who live here. Just beyond the forest is the ocean. Our friend, Layla lives there. She’s a mermaid.” Jenna smiled as she took a bite of her sandwich, “A real mermaid?” Clay nodded, “Yes. I bet almost everything that you believe to be fake is real.” Jenna nodded, “Probably so. Never in a million years did I think id meet a dragon and now only did I,

I said with a smile. "Dr Burbridge, please call me Ralf." The man smiled, his muscles flexed as he held out his hand for me to shake. Kari wasn't lying when she said the Nordic men were big, but there was a reason to that, he was after all a Werewolf. What had I led my girl into? Although I have no Mermaid, it didn't mean I couldn't pck out a supernatural a mile off. "Then you must call me Chloe, how is my friend?"