Selune Seal Chest Novels & Stories

Inside was a thin diary, its pages brittle and yellowed. “He thinks I am a wolf,” the first page read, the handwriting elegant and hurried. “Terren sees the beauty and the power, but he does not see the Void. I have woven the Seal so tightly that even I am starting to forget the sound of the shadows. But the Sleeper is persistent. He follows the scent of the Eclipse. If I die, the Seal will pass to my daughter. It will be her shield... and her prison.” Audrey’s hands shook. She flipped to the back, looking for the Sun-Altar.

Archie stood in the middle of the group, holding a broken wood in one hand and a broken metal ball in the other. The wolves kept their distance as the scent of wolfsbane floated in the air. Archie turned it around for everyone to see the royal seal on the front. "That's the Pruvaria's seal," Serif gasped. "So it's true," Lottie said. "These weapons are made by the human kingdom." "This seal is part of the armory," Cristobal said with disbelief, "but this contraption is something I've never seen before."

The resemblance was so uncanny she dropped the book onto the desk, her hands trembling. Only one thing differed—the woman’s eyes. They were not Evelyn’s hazel, but molten silver, burning like a predator under moonlight. She swallowed hard and bent over the page again. Beneath the portrait was a name written in bold script: Queen Selene of the First Bloodline. Her breath hitched as she read. Selene, the first Lycan Queen, chosen by the moon itself. Betrayed by her kin, bound by a curse that marked her descendants. Her blood runs in those who cannot be bitten, for they are chosen, not changed. They awaken when the moon calls them home.

He stepped forward and handed it to her. "What is this?" Selene asked, her fingers trembling while taking the box from his hand. "Open it," Alexander said with a faint smile. She opened it gingerly, and nestled inside was a dainty necklace: a small, silver moon, articulate in design, which gleamed with firelight. Selene's breath was caught in her throat-it was beautiful.

the scout says, producing a folded piece of parchment from his jacket, hands slightly unsteady as he passes it across the table. Kaelan unfolds it, and I lean in close enough to see the rough charcoal sketch — an insignia, hastily rendered but clear enough in its basic shape. Interlocking crescents, elegant even in the scout's imperfect recreation, though something about the design feels sharper than I remember, angles more aggressive, the original elegance twisted into something considerably more menacing. My breath catches. "That's Selene's seal."

I quickly shut the link off, unable to deal with the Alpha pressure bearing down on my skull. As I reach for my phone on the floor, a glint of silver near the leg of the armchair catches my eye. I freeze and drop to my knees and lift the heavy metal from the rug. It’s the pendant. A howling wolf encircled by a crown of thorns and a crescent moon. It’s not a replica. It’s not a drawing from an old textbook. It’s an original Royal Lycan Seal. "Shit," I whisper into the empty room, my blood turning to absolute ice. "I’ve royally screwed up."

she snapped. “I will. When it is time.” Selene clenched her fists. “You speak in riddles, but I don’t have time for games.” She took a step forward, defiance burning in her veins. “Why did you bring me here?” He watched her in silence for a moment, then reached out. Before she could react, he pressed two fingers against her forehead. Fire erupted beneath her skin. A vision slammed into her mind—images flashing too fast to process. A great war. Wolves and monsters clashing beneath a sky dripping with blood. A figure, cloaked in darkness, holding something—a crown of silver and bone.

"It's hot..." Selene's gaze wandered, her lips beneath the veil murmuring captivatingly, sending shivers down Sean's spine. Her breath quickened, and the veil accentuated the perfect contours of her face. Sean swallowed hard, his Adam's apple bobbing as he observed Selene, who was clearly suffering from the ambergris toxins. The toxins had spread through her bloodstream and permeated her entire body. If he didn't detoxify her soon, she would lose control, and he would struggle to maintain his composure.

She began chanting those words again under her breath and the glasses on the chandelier started to rattle, the cutleries in the kitchen started to levitate and slowly the candles too except the ones surrounding us in the circle. A sharp wind blew across the room carrying a lot of just with it and setting the levitating candles off, once again only the ones surrounding us in the circle were still lit. The events didn’t seem to phase Sheina nor Avery but Karl whose eyes were open throughout the enchantment, the spell casting went on for a while Sheina’s eyes switched colours a couple of times until finally landed back to their normal shade. The chanting stopped and Sheina let go of Avery’s han

my heart sunk… ”Se-selene”