Serena Manhwa Novels & Stories

’ Kyle asked anxiously, no doubt already doing what was instructed. ‘Not much longer.’ “You think I will give this book in exchange for becoming a Queen, a position I have never wanted in the first place?” Serena’s voice rose with each word. She stepped out from behind Dorian and glowered at the witch. “You remember what happened last time, don’t you?” A bead of sweat trickled down the nape of her neck. She continued her bravado. “Well, I learn my lessons quickly.” Despite the lack of teaching, she had sometimes opened the book and tried to read and learn. Some runes she somehow managed to decipher and some she was yet to do so. But one rune she had learnt to draw by heart.

The armors' sudden movement got a 'eep' from Sona. Entering the chambers, Erik took a seat in an armchair and put Sona on his lap. The little devil looked extra cute in her magical girl costume. Some years ago, during a relaxation time after a trade negotiation with the Shinto pantheon, in Japan, Serafall found and fell in love with a new sub genre of manga that had little girls as the target readers, the magical girls (maho shojo) sub genre. After that, she traveled almost weekly to Tokyo to search for new stuff on magical girls, coming back home with new mangas, new figurines and new costumes. Not that Erik was complaining, after all, Serafall did bring her new costumes to their nights in

Karen reminded her. Serena drew a deep breath, her hand resting on her belly. “I do hope everything ends before it's born.” She said absentmindedly. “You have a good figure. It shouldn't be much trouble keeping it a secret until then.” Karen encouraged her. “You can always come to me for help whenever, Serena. Don't forget that.” Serena looked away from the mirror and at her friend. She noticed that Karen still had that sad look from yesterday. Even her voice did not sound as excited as she has always known it to be.

“How much do you know about the relic, Serena?” “I know that it’s about a thousand years old. It’s a statue of the goddess Sirona, an ancient Celtic goddess of healing. And that’s all I know. Oh, and I look like her. Whoopie for me! Wait a minute. I look like her. She’s the Goddess of Healing, but she’s a statue, and I’m real. Son of a bitch!” Serena shot up from her seat, her hands flying to her gaping mouth. “Raphael, don’t you see? It finally makes sense! He thinks I’m her!” She paced the floor and stopped cold, looking Raphael square in the eyes.

Author's POV. "P-please," Sofia repeated, again and again. She hated how weak and overly sensitive she felt during the week before her menstrual cycle started again. Her hormones were over the roof making it difficult to not lash out or cry over any insignificant thing that remotely upset her. Nadei sighed in frustration. He fucked up and needed to make things right, starting with reciprocating her touch. Sofia deserved the world and he was letting himself get drawn into the dark, horrid abyss he called a past and letting his demons overtake his mind and ruin his future.

I whispered. “Rest?” His tone softened, almost curious. “On my border? While your mate hunts for you?” My knees buckled. Strong hands caught me before I fell. Heat seared through me where our skin met. He didn’t flinch. He stared down at me, confusion flickering in his eyes. “You’re not burning me.” “What?” He didn’t answer, only held me tighter. “What’s your name?” “Serena,” I breathed. “Serena Gray.”

“You have your mate to do it.” And there is was! The pun! “Talking about knocking people out,” Dr Serena sighed. “Here,” and she pushed a big vat of greenish potion. “And what is that?” Kira asked. “You and your mate seem quite fertile,” Dr Serena spoke and as usual her directness made Kira blush. “And while I would love to take care of dozen of our alpha princes and princesses, I don’t think your body can handle it if you have them at short intervals!”

"Yes, she did. She told me a lot about your so-called 'heroic deeds,' like how you often go out with different men and only come home after a few days, always looking exhausted, as if you've been completely drained..." Serena let out a playful laugh and placed her hand on his thigh. Damien glanced at her. "I'm driving.” Serena smiled and said, "You, of all people, should know whether I'm being drained or not. How about we test it out and see who drains whom first?" Every time Serena went out, it was to design clothing for an overseas studio. She never expected that her frequent absences would lead Katrina to assume she was fooling around and getting drained.

she began quickly, stepping forward. Lyra immediately took another step back. “No,” she said sharply. “You’re not Soren,” Lyra said slowly, as if piecing the truth together aloud. “You’re… a girl pretending to be him.” Serena swallowed hard. “Yes,” she admitted quietly, but the word seemed to echo inside the room. Lyra’s eyebrows rose fully now. “You’re serious.” Serena forced herself to hold her gaze. “My name is Serena Vale.” Lyra blinked, and then the recognition flickered across her face.

Pack members came to offer condolences, leaving tokens and gifts, though each gesture felt like a reminder of Serena’s absence rather than a balm to their grief. Serena’s sisters, **Elara** and **Maeve**, were inconsolable. Elara, always fiery and bold, struggled to contain her anger and took to the training grounds pushing herself to exhaustion as if she could channel her pain into strength. Her eyes constantly scanned the horizon, waiting for any sign of her sister’s return. Maeve, quieter and gentler, retreated into herself, her eyes dull with sorrow withdrew entirely, a shadow of her former self, her bright laughter replaced by a haunting silence. The loss of her older sister took a toll