Serena Akeroyd Reading Order の小説・ストーリー

We used Adrian's yacht that we both owned and designed it because I thought that it would be here to fulfill the birthday of Serenety. I took the necklace that I had hidden from Adrian before, the heartmoon that I had designed in Paris that I was going to give to Lira but I haven't given it to her yet. Those people's blood boils again and I will make sure they pay for what they did big. It will finally give me something and Heart will be able to do it so I secretly smiled. I love her even for a short time and I will do everything to protect her so I will not rush because she is young.

I sat upon the throne carved from the spine of a long-dead god, fingers resting idly against its arm as the echoes of distant chanting filtered through the corridors below. Preparation. Always preparation. War was not won with claws and steel alone. It was won long before the first howl echoed across the fields. “Come forward,” I said softly. Footsteps approached. Measured. Careful. Serena emerged from the shadows like a blade drawn slowly from its sheath. Her hair was pulled back tightly, silver eyes sharp but restless. There was blood on her boots—fresh. She had been busy. She knelt. Not out of loyalty. Out of understanding.

“Where you go, Alpha, we follow.” One by one, they joined her. Ravik. Elara. The thirty. An army of scars. No moon shone here. No gods watched. Only war. Serena faced the abyss. And stepped in. To be continued…

When the thunder cracked above, Serena pulled her coat tighter and said, “The Red Queen will come soon. When she does, everything will change.” “Good,” I said. “Because I’m done letting the past make my choices for me.” Serena looked at me one last time, her eyes soft, sad, proud. Then she stepped back, melting into the mist with the storm, leaving me standing there with Lechandray. Lechandray let out a low whistle. “Family drama in the middle of an apocalypse. Classic Gorde move.” I managed a weak laugh, shaking my head. “You’re not wrong.”

At the door I looked back. Serena was in the common room at the low table, sitting on the floor at child height, with Abena beside her and a book open between them. Abena was not reading. She was looking at the pages. And Serena was not performing anything. She was just there. Present. In the room. The most real I had ever seen her. I went home.

Or I release Serena and expose you. My phone—Serena’s phone—buzzed on the nightstand. I snatched it up, heart slamming. Unknown number. 'Day one. Fifty days left. Start with the offshore account marked NEREID.' I froze, my thumb hovering over the screen. NEREID. There it was—the name. The specific account she wanted drained. My stomach twisted so hard I thought I’d puke.

The fire whispered, a lullaby of rage and power, promising that this was only the beginning. Serena stepped back, blending into the shadow of the nearest oak. Damien’s figure loomed on the horizon, a distant, unknowable force—her future tether, a reminder of what had been stolen, a challenge to reclaim. Lucia, rattled, stumbled to regain composure, but Serena did not give her the satisfaction of immediate recognition. She was the unseen storm now, the living ember that refused to die.