Selune Seal Chest Novels & Stories

The darkest corners of the world hold the secrets the leaders want you to forget. Deep inside a cabin covered with moss and shadows, those secrets are not yet forgotten. Under the moon, light glistens off of shining stones lining the porch and bundles of herbs drying from the rafters. Candlelight emanates from the interior and warmth surrounds the occupant. Inside this cabin was a forrest witch who was chanting a spell as she added herbs to a small caldron. Smoke rises and electricity fills the room. Her raven hair started to rise and the smoke turned glowing green. Leaves outside the cabin started swirling in the air raising around the cabin forming a circle. “None may find me where I reside, safe in the forrest this witch hides. Safe from the evil doers and safe from their men. None may ever find me again.” Cold. Like ice from an iceberg, his skin molded smoothly across his frame. The envelop in his hands was sealed by the Elder Lords sigil pressed into blood red wax. Slipping his long pale finger, breaking the seal, one word was inside. “Urgente.” His particular talents were once again needed.

First thing Leah Labelle did after Andrew Fillion's funeral? Ask her husband Ian for a divorce. Why? Because Ian's entire family thought the perfect way to honor his dead brother was to knock up the widow. Naturally. "My parents are threatening to hang themselves or starve, Leah. What was I supposed to do? It's just IVF with Cecilia—we're not even doing anything. Why are you making this a divorce thing?" Leah shut her eyes. Her chest cracked open, and the tears she'd been holding finally broke free. "Ian, we're MARRIED. You seriously don't think this is next-level insane?" Her husband was about to have a baby with someone else. But sure—she was the crazy one.

It was on our wedding night when my husband stole my heartblood to save his childhood sweetheart. His lips were on my forehead as his dagger carved my chest open. "Good girl. This is the last time, I promise," he breathed bewitchingly, his scalding tears dripping on my skin. "Once she's better, let's consummate our marriage." That was what he said, but I had heard it countless times before. In my despair, I used my last ounce of strength to tug on his sleeve. He urgently drained my blood to save another woman, not even looking my way as he did. What he didn't know was that it was my last drop of heartblood. And I was going to die.

Out of the blue, a woman appeared in Alpha Herald’s house with three children claiming they belonged to the him. Alpha Herald didn't recognise the woman at all hence he requested for a DNA test with a warning; “If the test comes out negative, I will kill you and the children.” He looked into her eyes dangerously and fear ran down her spine as she watched the affectionate man she once knew become dangerous. Few Day later, the doctor came in with the result. “Negative. The children do not belong to you Alpha.” Odeya’s heart thumped fast in her chest and she hugged her children to herself in fear. “They belong to you, Alpha Herald. I am not lying!” She cried out.

She was sent as a peace offering. She arrived as something they had no law for. When Ivy Voss is traded across Pack borders to seal her father's treaty, she expects politics, cold stares, and a year she can survive with her dignity intact. What she doesn't expect is Caelum Dusk, the Alpha's quiet, steady brother who looks at her like she's something worth keeping. Or Rook Vane, the enforcer who followed her from the Syndicate, who knows every dangerous thing about her, and whose orders she just discovered are not what she was told. One man offers her roots. The other offers her wings. The Pack's ancient laws have no word for a woman who wants to grow both. As the treaty fractures and an enemy neither side anticipated makes its move, Ivy must reckon with the wolf she never knew she was and the life she never knew she wanted. Love has territory too. And some borders, once crossed, cannot be uncrossed. In Ashveil, peace is never free. And neither is she.

“I was supposed to marry a prince. Instead, I was claimed by the devil.” Isabella Russo was raised to be a bride, obedient, graceful, and prepared to seal the most powerful alliance between two mafia dynasties. Her destiny was written: marry Angelo Moretti, the beloved heir to the Moretti empire, and secure peace between bloodlines. But on the morning of her wedding, Angelo is found dead. And standing in his place at the altar, with ice in his veins and hell in his eyes, is Dante Moretti, the ruthless, cold-blooded bastard brother who was never meant to inherit anything… except perhaps her. With one whispered vow and a signature on a contract forged in death, Isabella becomes his wife. But Dante didn’t just inherit a bride. He inherited a problem. Angelo’s death wasn’t an accident. It was a message. And Isabella, caught in a web of lies, betrayal, and violence, holds the key to secrets that could destroy the entire Moretti family. As tensions between rival families rise and enemies close in, Dante will do whatever it takes to protect what’s his. Even if it means breaking her. Even if it means unraveling her. Even if it means falling for the one woman he was never supposed to touch.

Pearl, a beautiful teenager, was completely swept off her feet by three handsome brothers - Eden, Nathan, and Kyle. She couldn't believe how gorgeous they were, and found herself falling deeply under their spell. As she got to know them, she started doing things she never thought she'd do, just to get their attention. But what Pearl didn't know was that these stunning brothers weren't what they seemed. They were actually vampires who survived on human blood. Eden, the charming and seductive brother, had a hypnotic gaze that could lure anyone into his trap. Nathan, the dark and brooding brother, possessed supernatural strength that made him a force to be reckoned with. Kyle, the mysterious and elusive brother, had the ability to manipulate the shadows, making him a master of stealth and deception. As Pearl drew closer to the brothers, she found herself torn between their unique charms. But as she delved deeper into their world, she realized that she was in grave danger. Would the brothers notice her and spare her life, or would their encounter seal her fate? And most importantly, who would ultimately win her heart?

He took a step into the room and stopped as he heard her breath hitch in her chest, and she shrank back slightly in fear. “What is your name?” His raspy voice carried across the room. He pulled off his shirt, revealing the beautiful, intricate tattoos that designed his skin. He noticed her eyes shine with interest. He caressed the side of her face with the back of his hand. She stiffened on the bed as hand traced down her shoulders. When his hand cupped her breast and massaged her hard nipples, it was like she came to life. She swung with all her might, burying the pointy end of a comb into his abdomen. He cursed under his breath as she slipped away from his grasp and made a run for the door. He bound across the bed in one leap and pressed her face and chest against the wall. Growling under his breath, he gripped the neck of her cloth and tore it away. “You. Have. Not. Answered. My. Question -” His sentence was cut short by a knock on the door, and his brother walked in. ************ Claire Fischer had a perfect life. A perfect family. A loving fiance she was supposed to marry and rule over the pack. But it all changed as soon as her father died. She caught her fiance cheating and a family secret looms overhead. After being betrayed twice in a row, she decides that she can't take it anymore and she leaves the pack, placing her life in the hands of fate. Would fate treat her better than her pack? Or did she just get into an even worse situation because fate is not kind to anyone, especially a wolfless mutt with alpha blood, and a cursed Lycan king on the hunt.

On my birthday—the same day Troy hyped some "surprise" for me online—I saw a photo that afternoon. He was on my horse. With his assistant. His shirt hung open, red finger marks dragged across his chest. Caption? [First time in my life. Thanks to him.] The comments went wild: [Jealous of whoever touched those abs.] [That position... damn.] Troy liked that one. My chest went cold. I thought that side of him was just for me. Turns out—it could be anyone. I washed the horse myself. Scrubbed off every trace. Then I signed the ranch over to him. "You can give the rest away. Pick whoever you want." He lit up. I said yes to the arranged marriage.

At a family dinner, Don Vincenzo’s new pet, a dancer named Ava, came for me. She puffed out her chest and slammed a ledger on the long table. “Vincenzo, I accuse her! Skimming from the family business, our club ‘The Siren’s Song.’ Betraying the family!” Every eye in the room turned on me, sharp as knives. But Vincenzo, my boss… his face went hard. I almost pitied the little dancer who’d crawled her way out of Brooklyn. The “family business” she was talking about? It was my private club. A gift from my father. I just lent it to Vincenzo when he was starting out, to give him a respectable front. I lent it to him for two years, and now it’s family property?