Serena Campbell Holby Novels & Stories

He told me. I shook their hands as they approached. Drayce’s golden eyes were on my hips. Poppy watched how the Vasili and Drayce were looking at me. She seemed jealous. She was gorgeous as hell, so I didn’t know why, but the attention they were giving me was making her angry. “Maybe we should look at men’s clothes for you. We don’t have many things in your… size.” Poppy made a motion with her hands. “Poppy. Don’t be rude. That dress fits fine.” A girl with dark hair, blue eyes, and an amazing figure, scolded as she came in from the kitchen. “I’m Serena, the Luna of the Helvegr.”

It was just beginning. --- Author's POV Beep. Beep. Beep. Serena slowly regained consciousness in a private medical facility in Inverness, one owned by the Lancaster family. The location was deliberately chosen - hundreds of miles from London and completely off Ryan's radar. Information was locked down tight, ensuring no word would reach the Blackwood empire. The steady beeping of monitors welcomed her back to consciousness. Her eyes fluttered open to see stark white ceiling tiles above her, the sharp scent of antiseptic filling her nostrils through the oxygen mask covering her face. Every inch of her body pulsed with pain.

"Give me just a second, and I’ll bring out a couple bottles." As I wait, a woman slides into the space beside me. Tall, dark-haired, and dripping with confidence, she looks like she was born in this place. “First time?” she asks, her tone somewhere between curious and amused. I blink. “Um. Yeah.” She offers a lazy smile. “I’m Serena.” “I’m—” I pause, glancing back at Caleb. The second our eyes meet, it just clicks. He told me to get water, not to chat. And without even thinking about it, I adjust. “Here with someone.”

“There’s a woman. I’ve seen her several times now. Always walking alone through the halls. Tall, with long golden hair. She doesn’t look like one of the castle servants, but she’s not dressed like nobility either.” I stiffened. “What about her?” “She doesn’t speak. Doesn’t greet anyone. Seems like she’s always listening. I was going to ask if she was part of your royal guard, but…” I sighed. “That’s Serena.” Sheila blinked. “Serena?” “You don’t know her?” She shook her head. “I wasn’t born here. I came from a smaller village, two borders east. I only moved here a few months before I was summoned to work at the shrine.”

“We found her body. There was no child in it.” She nodded. “Exactly. That wasn’t her. The Zoey I saw was five months gone. If the body you buried had no child… then who did you bury?” I stared at her, something cold and sharp creeping into my bones. “You’re suggesting I buried the wrong person?” I asked. “That my wife—who’s been declared dead by my own pack—is alive?” “Yes.” Serena scoffed from the side. “Oh for goddess’ sake—aren’t you the crazy healer from the outer ridge? The one who was accused of killing her own children?”

Answered Serena from behind who was watching all these silently. "Okay…" "I am going to the kitchen. You guys wait here." Lola went to the kitchen to help uncle Han in preparing the additional dishes leaving those three behind. Serena, Sandhya, and lanlan sat on the table where she was previously having her tea. Lanlan sat there with her head down like she was nervous which she was. After all, Serena is the headmistress of 'Veronica Magic High Academy' this fact alone is enough to put her in a sea of stress.

I said, keeping my voice steady despite the churn in my gut. Henryson stood tall, hands clasped behind his back, his usual confidence laced by the respect he has always shown me. “Date of birth, address, family history - all in there, sir. But there’s more you should know.” I scanned the first page. Serena Voss, born April 15, 2000. She’s 25 years old. Her address was a dilapidated building in the East End, the kind of place where elevators never worked, surrounded by nosy landlords and annoying tenants.

Varric said Serena came forward, smiling happily, then another female I usually see her in the training grounds, she looked very beautiful with short black hair. Then another female who looked just like serena, both beautiful but with a rotting heart. She was among the females who bullied me in the kitchens. “Introduce yourselves,” Varric said “I am Matilda blue moon and I am contesting against Aria for the hand of the Alpha king” the warrior said I gulped “I am Serena Hale, contesting for the Hand of the Alpha king” she said

"I believe you're Seraphyne Voss, formerly known as the Crimson Empress, Void-tier Awakener, and the final antagonist the novel never properly resolved." She set her cup down. "My name," she said, "is Sera. I sell dry goods in a refugee camp. I have been here for two years. I pay my taxes, I manage my inventory, and I do not make trouble for the Imperial administration." She looked at him with grey eyes that were completely calm and completely unreadable. "I am not," she said, "whoever you think I am." Kael had prepared for this response as well.

_*]:min-w-0 gap-3"> "The second year," Zara said. "What does showing up differently look like?" _*]:min-w-0 gap-3"> "Being in the camp more," Lena said. "Working, not observing. Asking Dorin for a formal role rather than the informal tolerance he's been extending." She paused. "Sera has offered me a position in the healer corps administration. Not patient care — she knows my skillset, I'm better at systems than I am at people." A very small pause. "I told her I'd think about it. I think yes."