Serena Darien Novels & Stories

We are talking about the sirens. Just like humans, there were many different types of sirens: males and females who took pride in their fish tails of different shapes and colours; and among all of them, there was one that stood out the most, thanks to her beauty, pale skin, bright aquamarine tail and vibrant pink hair. Her name was Marina.

“Margarette is a funny sort, isn’t she?” “Yeah.” She laughed too, “Margarette, you’re sensing the wrong vibrations. I’m just curious. Who is that woman Finrod’s with?” “You don’t know her?” Caeruleus was surprised. “She’s Queen Aera, the Queen of the elves and the sister of Prince Finrod.” She flustered. Why didn’t she see the resemblance? Now when she looked at them, she realized they had remarkably similar faces. “Come. Let’s pay our respects.” Margarette pulled them both.

But other than that, I couldn't tell you much else. "Why are you so distracted?" Seria hissed, elbowing me in the side as we gracefully wove our way around the crowd. She was wearing a bright lime green dress that swayed around her feet. The front had been sliced open, revealing her medium toned skin underneath. She wore a shirt similar to Princess Alliah's, leaving her stomach exposed, and her breasts slightly covered. Her short hair was slicked back, and a green hair pin kept the lose hairs up front back. The green veil over her face completely hid her identity. Her hazelnut eyes bore intensely into mine, almost freezing me in place.

Sydney's effort to make her beautiful tonight is already suspicious, and the way she requested her to enjoy was a hint that this is all her plan for Serene. Serene checked the time on her wrist watch that looks like a bracelet. Sydney insist that she wore that. One and a half hour just passed and she was still alone on the party devastated from what she discovered. The crowd are thinner now unlike earlier. Some of the guests had secured a room, and those who are still on the floor is still choosing a partner. Serene searched for the man she met earlier. She was uncertain about the plans on her mind but this is the easiest way for her to escape the hotel. Darrem was busy flirting with another

"Rena!" A voice pulled her from her mussing. When Serene~Rena for her friends~ Daria looked at who was calling her, it was her mom. Celeste Daria looked at her only daughter and smiled. As the only Alpha Female of the last line Were Dires, she never expected to have a female child who hates going out. At the age of 37, she was way past the stage where eligible males will notice her. And she like it the way it is.

I closed my eyes in deep anticipation. "Well, this is a very interesting training technique." A loud, mocking female voice interrupted the quiet silence. North stopped moving instantly. He pulled his head back quickly and looked over his broad shoulder. I turned my head to the side and looked toward the edge of the dirt ring. Serena stood there on the green grass. She had her arms crossed tightly over her chest. She wore a fitted red training top and short black pants. Her hair was pulled back into a high ponytail. She looked directly at us with a very clear expression of pure disgust on her face.

"I don't know." A pause. Then she whispered, "But I remember one thing." "What?" "There was a man." Damian waited. "He wore this symbol." She touched the embroidered seal again. "And my mother was terrified of him." Damian's expression hardened. "Do you remember his name?" Serena closed her eyes. For several seconds, nothing happened. Then her eyes opened. Her face had gone completely white. "I think..." She struggled to speak. "I think his name was Adrian." Damian froze.

As soon as I was safely out of sight, I peered my head around the tree and continued to watch them. Serena looked stunning. She was a uniquely beautiful woman, half Brazilian and half Japanese; her father was a Japanese businessman who had worked in Brazil and met her mother before coming to the states. It was a combination of ethnicities I'd never encountered in anyone other than her. Like most Asian women, she was short, had a dark complexion and long, straight black hair, but her face looked more Brazilian than Japanese. She had a strikingly pretty face, with sharp features and piercing eyes, and she had a wonderfully curvy body, large hips and breasts, which she liked to show off with yo

I say leaning on the pillar next to her “hi” she replies and I take that as a sign that I can sit next to her. “I’m Elara” I say looking at the blank wall in front of me, as omegas we are not allowed to give out our last names, just first names so I’m shocked when she states her name in full “I’m Serena Daven” she nods, biting on her lip and twiddling with her thumbs My eyes move to her wrist, a tattoo signifying another pack, one I’ve never seen before, three wolfs forming a circle with a claw mark drawn right over them.

“Look, darling—“ Serena bursts into laughter, startling both her parents. “Of course, that explains quite a few things, and honestly, I am not even angry. I’d do anything right now to rid my mind of the stench of that jerk. So, who is it?” She asks, leaning on the table, interested. “His name is Damien Blackwell. He’s just a guy I’ve come across a few times during all these fancy businessmen dinners. And he’s in search of a woman, so I just told him randomly that I have a single daughter.”