Senna Twilight Novels & Stories

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“Take care of yourself, Luna. And don’t hesitate to call for Senna if you need anything.” I left quickly, my steps echoing in the empty corridor. I’d made it maybe twenty paces when I realized I’d forgotten my napkin. I turned back, intending to retrieve it quickly. Then I saw Senna standing in the examination room doorway, her back to the corridor. In her hands was something small that glowed with a faint, sickly green light. She was smiling as she looked at whatever it was. “Healer Senna?” My voice made her spin around so fast that she nearly dropped whatever she was holding. The green glow vanished instantly. I could not tell if it was hidden or extinguished.

Senna I am a very good liar. I spend my days smiling at people who killed everyone I loved, and I do it so well that they give me keys to their rooms. It has been six weeks since I remembered that my name is Maren, not Senna, but I still answer to Senna. I have to. Senna is the girl they trust. Senna is the healer who fixes their cuts. Maren is the girl who wants to watch this whole house burn.

“This little bit of fight in you? It just makes it more exciting. Once the stuff fully kicks in, you’ll be begging me for more!” With that, he leaned down like a rabid animal and tried to kiss her. Tara’s entire body felt weak and hot, her stomach burning. She could barely struggle against him. In the room next door, Nina sat holding a glass of red wine, her eyes fixed on her phone screen. She turned to her assistant with a cold smile. “If Tara hadn’t been wearing pants today, Wesley would’ve already succeeded. But this is even better! It’ll just bring out more of his animal instincts.”

((SEAN)) Sena just sat quietly while I began to tell her everything. “Theriss Steward was my first girlfriend.” ((SENA)) Steward? Is she also as beautiful as Bella from Twilight? He began telling me things that I didn’t even ask. “Our relationship didn’t last long,” Sean sighed. “I don't want that to happen to the two of us. I am very much willing to live the rest of my life with you. “ That was supposed to feel romantic if that ginger didn’t look at us again! Tsk. Is Theriss as beautiful as Chelsea?

“You’re tired. Go to bed. I’ll join you when I’m done here.” Sienna nods. She needs the time alone too. She retreats to the bedroom, her mind spinning as she lies down. Nausea returns, and she closes her eyes, willing it away. *** The room is dark, save for the faint glow of moonlight coming through the curtains. Sienna stirs in her sleep, her body tangling in the sheets as warmth spreads across her skin. Featherlight kisses trail along her neck and shoulders, sending shivers down her spine. She turns instinctively, seeking the source of the touch.

There was no need to send in wisps to cattle the contestants towards the beach. Not to mention the fact that Senna was now sequestered at the bottom of a ravine with Korrigan’s pack closing in on her. But the system didn’t respond. I tried again. “Override,” I said loudly into the voice activated microphone. “Authorization: Kalev Moren.” But again, there was nothing.

It didn’t take long to find her. Sienna sat at the Black River table—back straight, chin tilted, every inch of her broadcasting challenge. Alpha Thomas sat at the head of the table, scar catching the light when he turned to speak to his Beta. Beside him sat Sera, Black River’s Luna, eyes sharp as blades in a deceptively sweet, quiet face. Sienna took up space, even seated. She glowed with the kind of confidence only someone born to command could carry. Luca’s scent spiked. Reign didn’t need to look at him to know his twin had found his mate.

Mabella's POV "He asked me to be his mate," Senna told me, sitting across from me in the small east wing sitting room at a late hour with that expression—warm and slightly self-conscious in a way that Senna rarely was. The words hung in the air like the soft glow of the flickering lanterns on the walls, casting dancing shadows across the ancient tapestries that depicted generations of Crest pack bonds. I looked at her, my heart giving an unexpected flutter as the weight of her confession settled over me. Senna, the formidable Senna, who had stood like an unyielding oak through political storms and personal tempests for fifteen long years. Here she was, in the quiet hush of midnight, her usua

“Very good, Sienna. Yes, I am Renna. And I’ve come to deliver a message, one that will change everything you think you know.” Sienna felt a knot tighten in her stomach. The air grew thick, heavy, almost suffocating. "What message?" Renna leaned in closer to the glass, her face now so close that Sienna could almost feel her breath against her skin. “The Devourer, the dark twin of the First Queen, is not just a myth. It’s real. And I’ve joined with those who worship it. You’ve been chosen, Sienna, whether you like it or not. The Crown was never meant for you. It was meant for me. The power you crave, the power you seek to control, it’s already awake inside you. And you’re too weak to stop it.”