Serana Mother Novels & Stories

“You’re still breathing. That’s something.” She blinked, as if my calmness irritated her. “You don’t understand. He tried to kill my pup.” Silence stretched between us. Then Rheon growled deep within me. Nathan Gray tried to kill his own heir? My fists clenched. Serena flinched at the sound, mistaking it for anger toward her. “I’m not going to hurt you,” I said quietly. She looked at me again, eyes wide, wary. “Why are you helping me? You don’t even know me.”

Straight to the point. Very much like him. I inhaled deeply. Then slowly released the breath. "We can say..." "...that Valthera is Sera's mother." I paused. "And at the same time..." "We can also say she isn't." Silence. I could almost hear Dorian trying to process my words. "What does that even mean?" I looked toward the window. Choosing my next words carefully. "Valthera carried Sera for nine months." "She gave birth to her." "So biologically..."

“She’s not in any public record connected to Valek Global. We found it through a secondary source.” I held Raymond’s gaze and felt something move through me that I was not going to name in this room or any other room, something that lived at the intersection of calculation and something older and less disciplined that I had spent considerable effort keeping below the surface. A daughter. Eight years ago Serena had been quietly hoping for another child. She had mentioned it once, carefully, in that way she had of testing the temperature of my interest before fully committing to a want. I had changed the subject. Now she had a daughter.

Saturday arrives warm and bright. Sera's mother reaches the compound shortly after lunch. Her name is Vivienne. She is thirty-nine years old, and she carries herself with the quiet competence of someone who has spent fourteen years raising a remarkable daughter alone. Not performative strength. Actual strength. The kind that becomes part of daily life. She steps out of the car and looks around. Not with Sera's inventory taking precision. With something softer. She is searching for a place she has heard about for years through the eyes of someone who loves it.

He shook his head briefly, then smiled and allowed Caelric to move into her arms. "You... I thought you—" "I’m sorry for lying to you," Serena replied, looking at William while hugging and kissing her son. "As a mother, I can’t just sit still while my child is in danger. I can't keep drowning myself in sadness." Shaking his head again, William stepped forward and embraced her. He truly hadn’t expected Serena to be this reckless. Between them, Caelric smiled brightly, looking up at his parents with pure joy. "I like being hugged by Mommy and Daddy like this!"

The sun had climbed higher now, golden and warm, catching the tips of braided hair and the polished surfaces of weapons and adornments. Serenya’s mother stepped forward first, tears glimmering in her eyes as she wrapped her arms around her daughter. “You’ve always been brave,” she whispered against her shoulder. “But remember… you carry all of us in your heart now, too.” Serenya pressed her cheek to her mother’s, breathing in the familiar scents of home—smoke from the morning fires, wild herbs, leather, and earth. “I know, Mama. I’ll make you proud.”

Just the thrill of having shattered something delicate beyond repair and watching her try to tape herself back together in my presence. I sighed, standing. "Take her to the basement." "Victor—No! No, please! He’s your son, your blood—Vic—" Her screams were cut off as the maids dragged her away. I rolled my shoulders, turning back to my mother. "So, what’s next?" My mother scoffed. "Serena is the problem now." An smirk tugged at my lips. Serena. Adrian's little wife. Stubborn. Reckless. Strong. Too strong.

The Augur staggered back, falling on his behind. His cane fell on the floor with a clatter. The room was illuminated by the golden aura of this untamed golden-eyed Seer, the last one of her bloodline, the fiercest and the bravest one. Sedona had staggered back as well. However, while the Augur’s face was etched with fear and horror, hers was etched with awe and pride. “You killed my mother. You plan to do the same to me, don’t you?” Serena’s voice had changed. From the dulcet, calm tone, it had become fierce and sharp.

Looked at Sera through the grey haze of my failing vision. "The sixth one. The leader. I can't dim his bond." I wiped the blood from my nose with the back of my hand. "He's going to keep coming. But the other five are scattered. Disoriented. He's alone." Sera stood. Her mother's blade caught the thin light filtering through the canopy. She was sixteen years old and her hands were steady and her eyes were the eyes of a girl who had listened to her mother die through a cellar floor and decided that fear was a luxury she could no longer afford.

"He's already mine. She just doesn't know it yet." Another video showed Sera's medical records, clearly displaying her severe allergy to wolf fur. The documents were stamped and verified by three different healers. She couldn't possibly keep a pet dog. She couldn't even be in the same room as one without breaking out in hives. The most damning footage was from the night my mother died. Sera grinning viciously as she directed the Gammas to switch out the training dummy for my mother. "Make sure the old woman is tied up tight," she instructed coldly. "This needs to look convincing."