Serana Mother Novels & Stories

Lucian remained frozen where the spirit of his mother had vanished. Her last thing she said to him before she left him with his worst nightmare. Serena is the one to lifting the curse. His mother’s voice had troubled something deep inside of him—his skin had felt hot, hotter than the fire of his ancestors. He couldn’t allow the darkness to consume her. They wouldn’t let her destroy her. But he would do whatever it took to keep Serena safe from those who sought to prey on her.

“I am no runaway. I am the daughter of Lyra, First Circle of the Moon Flame, and the blood that runs through me is older than your laws.” Gasps echoed around them. Elias blinked, stunned. “You never told me…” Serena’s gaze softened as she looked at him. “I didn’t know. Not until the crown showed me everything.” Images had flooded her when she placed it on her head—visions of her mother, of a fire-lit hall where women led side by side with their mates. Of betrayal. Of exile. “Your mother…” Elias whispered. “She was one of them.” Serena nodded. “She hid who she was to protect me. To keep me from becoming… this.”

"That— that can't be right. Serena died before I was even born. She was a nurse. A healer. The elder said she worked at the temple during the war. He was confused, he was just saying that I looked like her. She couldn't have been anything more than that—she couldn't have had a child." "She could," he said. "And she did. She was never just a nurse. That was a cover. Briefly. Serena was high-born. A vampire from one of the old families. She was exiled after she had an affair with the Alpha at the time. No one knew she’d gotten pregnant. No one knew she carried the child to term, let alone that the baby survived."

She had a feeling the prince left a trail of broken hearts wherever he went. Arlen held his hands up in defeat. “I was going to tell you, eventually.” He promised. “But I thought your naivety was endearing.” Arlen winked at the Alpha. Brielle rolled her eyes yet again, before playfully slapping Arlen’s arm. “So do you have any cool powers like your mother?” She asked genuinely. It was no secret that Arlen’s mother, Queen Serena, was a powerful hybrid. Just over 20 years ago, she had gone up against the fae Queen in a battle till the death. It was all anyone spoke about for years afterwards.

Serena signaled to her apprentice to move Martha’s body before she soon saw it. Serena ran to Damien to console him and ask him what was wrong. “Someone hurt my mother!” he cried. For one, Serena was glad that Damien survived the process. She had a lot of plans for him and the future especially now that his dumb mother is out of the way. “Oh my poor boy, nobody hurt your mother!” she consoled him.

“A reflection. She was never the whole.” “Then what are you?” The question tore from him before he could stop it. Sera’s eyes flared white-hot. The ground cracked outward in perfect circles beneath her feet. “I am the seed from which Dominion was born. The will before will, the flame before moonlight.” Her gaze fixed on him, sharp as a blade. “I am the Mother.” Adrien’s chest tightened. “No,” he whispered. “That’s impossible. You, Sera, you sealed Dominion away. You weren’t”

Serena laughed. My fingers curled against my palm. “You’ve become bold.” The smirk on Serena’s face made my stomach turn. “And that’s good.” Her voice became colder. “You know your place.” The room felt suffocating. “You’re nothing without us.” I glanced at Camille. Her face remained calm. Too calm. Serena continued. “Your mother died and left you with us.” The hatred in her voice was unbelievable. “Because of you my mother died.” I felt my teeth grind together.

As I was about to speak, I froze. "She also killed her mother." The words came from Thorne like a final condemnation. Designed to make me see Sera as he wanted me to see her—as something monstrous. I went very still. "What?" "Her mother." Thorne's expression hardened into something that almost looked like genuine grief. Something cold settled in my chest. Sera had killed her mother? That didn't make sense. How could that sweet soft woman could possibly kill her own blood not just blood but her own mother.

Serina suddenly stood frozen in tears seeing her mother alive. Back then, before she traveled time, her mother died because she saved Savina when the fire broke out from their apartment. “I miss you so much, mom.” She embraced her tighter. "Mom, can you drop the knife first? Hear us out. Anyway, Vincaster, I want you to meet my mom, Samira Alpheus." Her mother is bewildered by Serina’s odd behavior. "Both of you, sit down. We need to talk, and you..." Samira glanced at Savinah. "Go to our room and don't eavesdrop. This matter is for adults only."

she exhales, a faint smile ghosting her lips, “Serenya was a wild thing. Even as a child, she carried the scent of wind and dusk on her fur. She’d come to visit me all alone—never once afraid.” Her gaze softens, caught somewhere between fondness and pain. “She told me her mother was the Luna of the female raging tribe in the West, and that she’d been sent to live with her aunt in the East. I asked why her mother would let her go so young—when mine barely let me breathe outside her shadow.” And she said I was stubborn. I asked what she was stubborn about, and she told me—she had a male friend, a boy her mother forbade her to see. But she wouldn’t stop visiting him, and so her mother sent her