Romans & histoires Senna Twilight

What Rin Found Inside Emily's POV Senna arrived on a Tuesday in the eleventh year's final month. She was forty-three, compact, and unhurried in the way of wolves who had been their own company for long enough that they were entirely comfortable moving at whatever pace the situation required without reference to any external expectation.

The year is patient work. Then, in the entries from the war year, Senna’s writing changed. She had begun to express, in small careful notes to herself, that the bond between Brynn and Torrhen was stronger than she had anticipated. That Brynn was more resilient than Rodrick’s reports had suggested. That Torrhen was building alliances and Davyn was building intelligence and the council was watching too closely. That the year had not produced any of the three good outcomes and Senna would need to plan for a different conclusion.

At Raven's subtle gesture, Rein and Calder collapsed at our feet. I called forth my enchanted sword, gently resting its blade against Rein's throat. "The world may fear us sisters, but there are those who hold us dear: the High King of Heaven, the Whispering Witch, the Pomegranate Moon Witch...and Kael and Raven. Their presence keeps hope alive, holding back the tide of chaos. "However, as for you, you're about to wade through your very own maelstrom of chaos." Together, Serena and I unleashed our power, driving them both to the edge of death.

"Marcus will transfer some money to your account. It'll be enough for you to live on for a while." He left without a backward glance. The sound of the engine faded into the distance. I stood in the empty study and pulled out my phone, dialing a number. "Elder Aldric, it's me, Carys." "I need to confirm the details of the rejection papers one more time." A deep, solemn voice answered on the other end. "Luna, the agreement has been signed by both parties and witnessed by the Moon Goddess. It is sacred and irrevocable. It will take effect automatically on the night of the full moon, in three days."

Her name was Senna, once a high-ranking healer in Amarantha’s court, now the de facto leader of the underground resistance. “Well?” she asked, her voice steel under silk. The tall man, Torren, once Captain of the Guard, nodded. “The Core lit.” Gasps echoed. Senna's composure broke just slightly as she stepped forward. “Are you certain?” Torren raised his palm, revealing a fresh burn in the shape of a phoenix feather. “The wards marked me. They haven’t done that since the Fall.”

Reflexively, Sarah's hand reached up to touch one of the lengthy scars on her face. Nate was aware that her coven had never taken well to the unwritten agreement between the magical beings of Elmwood. They were apprehensive near members of this other supernatural species because of previous experiences. Nate muttered, "I said, ignore them," and started along the broad sidewalk. She froze, though, just as she was about to turn away. One of the wolves had come into view for her. He was tall, handsome, and trim. He had the same tanned skin, dark hair, and bright green eyes as someone Nate had known in the past. His and hers met in the gaze. She was unable to turn away.

Like taking an imaginary selfie with the moon right above my head to be saved in my subconscious mind. What a night? What a moment? I was lost... Lost in my world of fantasy until a gentle breeze hit my nostrils. A strong scent of of combination of damp moss, cute flower petals and a tree stump that was coming back to life. The strong scent of a forest. The scent got stronger and I got myself carried away. I felt hypnotised, floating in space all alone. I closed my eyes as I absorbed the magic effect of the strong scent to my nerves. I felt a something else ... A gentle touch on my silk hair. I opened my eyes just on time just to found my self staring at bright eyes.

The man was the star. He walked with me around the room, and I smiled and introduced myself again and again. It was often the same well-rehearsed conversation. My plastered smile almost cracked until I met… “OMG, Nora!” Nora Dean, the sassiest woman in academia I knew, turned around and cried out in delight. “Sienna!” Nora beamed. Her full lips curved up in a bright smile. Nora wore a sparkling backless red dress that highlighted the beauty of her tanned skin. Her hair was tied up in a messy bun. She was a dream.

Caroline, a she-wolf who has been considered a monster since she was a child, can she break the tragedy spell and find her MATE?

i was already shaking my head no, to her question. it’s quiet in the car, as i started my drive back to the city in the mountains that my tribe calls home. santo was holding his cooler of fish in the back seat while octavia was in the passenger seat. she insisted that her wolf hunted me down because i was gone too long with santo. octavia had put on some sissy girly music right before she dozed off. from time to time i found myself looking over at her. i kept thinking i’d end up seeing lara in her spot inside of her.