Selune Seal Chest Novels & Stories

I had so many things to do, and none of them involved listening to Sylvie’s shrieks on loop. Bending over to my shoulder, Calvin cupped his hand to my ear. “The shop I have in mind has one attendant, and she designs dresses that look like they came from dreams. And the best part is that-” “What are you whispering without me?!” shrieked Sylvie, interrupting. “She matches the description you gave me of your mate, the unscented wolf. Aria.” I stopped breathing as I stared at Calvin. “Are you sure?” I asked, almost breathless.

I can't believe that I am going to do this, I am going to give up the one thing I have wanted most in the world for Fin. “Okay.” I take a deep breath. “I, Alaina Emilie Morgan, Alpha heir to Ben Lomond Pack reject you, Ashton Aleksander Lupin, Crown Prince from Blue Moon Pack, as my mate. Selene, for this rejection, I am offering my ability to have pups.” Ashton looks at me like I have three heads, maybe a little snot on my face, I know it’s a big thing to give up but it's worth it.

"I sincerely apologize, Alpha Zenith. But I told you before, that girl is nothing but a disgrace!” Zenith didn't even look at him. His hand curled tightly into fists at his sides. The mocking laughter of people outside angered him more and more. “Leo, go after your Luna.” Zenith ordered his beta in mind link who immediately left. Then Keroline spoke. "Alpha Zenith, forgive my sister's shameful behavior." She sighed dramatically. “We never thought she would make such a huge blunder before her wedding. But don’t worry, we'll have our physician examine her before she leaves for your pack. After all, we wouldn't want her carrying proof of her previous lifestyle into her in-laws' household."

My voice cracked on the last word, half terror, half hysteria. The room went still. One of the men behind Damon let out a chuckle, low and mocking, but Damon shot him a look, and the sound died instantly. His green eyes locked back on me, sharp and intent. “Selene,” he said, voice low now, so calm it almost made my skin crawl. “Where did you get that jade bracelet?” I blinked at him, confused, before my gaze fell to my wrist. The bracelet. The smooth, polished green stone circled my skin like it had always been there, glowing faintly in the dim light.

He didn't move toward her, and Naelis knew why, the memory of being blasted back by her energy was still fresh. The monk held up the book, and Naelis gasped in shock, because right there, on the yellowed paper, was a hand-drawn image of her necklace, exactly down to the intricate swirls of the silver casing. "This," the monk began, his voice taking on a lecture-like tone, "was crafted by a powerful wizard in ancient times, long before the packs were divided. It is a 'Luminara Seal.' It was designed for one specific purpose and that was to suppress primordial energy in the bodies of children."

When the iron gates to the lower courtyard creaked open, I stopped. Twenty massive chests. Black iron and silver. Arranged in perfect, terrifying rows. Behind them, ten elite shadow-wraiths. Silent. Waiting. "What is this?" I asked. "A small token of affection, Miss Lumira." Sebastian gestured to the first chest. "Weapons forged in the heart of a dying sun. Armor woven from abyss-spider silk. Specialized tools for shard extraction." I walked to the nearest chest. Sebastian flipped the latch. Inside, resting on crimson velvet: daggers carved from dragon bone. Hilts humming with purple mana-runes.

When he returned, he carried a sealed note, the parchment cream-colored and expensive, the kind used for formal correspondence. “From a messenger,” he said, but his expression was troubled. “No return address, but the seal…” I took the letter from his hands, my fingers recognizing the texture before my eyes registered the familiar crimson wax pressed with a sigil I had never hoped to see again. Selene's personal mark is the picture of a crescent moon punctured by a silver arrow. I broke the seal, my hands shaking a little as the wax cracked like ancient blood. Written in Selene's graceful calligraphy, which had formerly embellished love letters but now held threats, the letter was succinct.

“What do you mean?” Selene didn’t answer right away. She walked forward slowly, the cradle’s soft hum growing louder in her bones. She reached out, brushing her fingers across the stone rim. And in a blink, she was elsewhere. Not in body. In memory. The chamber was full of light, blue and gold and silver, swirling like stardust. Two women stood over the cradle, one dressed in light, the other in dark. Sisters. One kissed her brow. The other carved a sigil into her chest.

The new process that was ordered proclaimed thatwhenever an immortal being or entity is of age and requires or so desires a mate, they are gathered together by the council and are mated to the partners that was mst suitable to them and then the council ties thier together and any union or mateship formed without the council’s blessings was usually shamed upon by other beings. On the assigned day for the mateship, Selene got there and patiently waited for the council. She stepped for aminute and on her way back collided with someone. The instant their bodies touched, they knew. They felt their soul intertwining with each other and they knew they were mates . Joyfully they went in together

I was glad to hear it but something is bothering me. "And for the mystery box, please open my gift." I was just standing in the middle of a spotlight. I don't feel anything but pure pain... Eula... It felt real... so real. Someone in an all-black outfit approached me with a life-size box. "That box possesses something you've longed for... something so precious to you... so open it." The Domina said. I slowly untied the box and opened its lid. But I was astounded when I opened it. My mouth formed an 'O' shape as my eyes have glistened with tears. Mom... "