Serena Pokemon Novels & Stories

Quinn’s got a little one of her own in her arms; their third, a little girl named Harper. I lead Theo and Jax to the cooler and bend to flip open the lid, passing beers back to each of them before snagging one for myself. “Gray, Brock!” I shout out, holding up my beer, and they both nod and start making their way over to us. “What about me?” Serena asks, stepping onto the patio through the sliding glass door at the back of the packhouse, her striking red hair shining in the sunlight. I grin, sidestepping to hand her the beer I just uncapped for myself. “I’ve always got one for you,” I wink.

"Serena, stop teasing him." "I mean.. you can hangout with other guys." Serena Cesantio is pure evil. People said that she's a clone of Maximillion Cesantio himself. She's a playgirl. She hangs out with a lot of boys, make out with them.. sleep with them and then throw them away the next day. She made her parents go crazy, not only her parents but her whole family. No ones ever tamed her yet. "She's joking, ignore her." Athena said and Serena hissed.

''Oh and for the love of God, do not wear a suit or else I will put fire on you and burn your beautiful face," Serena gave a warning to her best friend who made a terrified face. "Clara, take the list from the grandma of her guests. And Ron you know my list... invite them, "Billina ordered to two of her assistants. "What about the baby? "Conor asked tow which Serena replied, "She and Billina will be twinning." "Really?" Conor asked. "Yea... really?" Billina repeated the question of Conor. "Of course, you are the mother. It will be a mother daughterduo,"Serena said with a devilish smirk.

Selene always believed in me, even when no one else did, even when i didn't believe in myself Still, the sting lingered. I carried the empty bucket back toward the well, trying to shake off their mocking stares. “Still fetching water, Aria?” I froze. That voice. When I turned, Serena Hale was standing a few feet away, her arms crossed, a smug smile playing on her perfect lips. Her blonde ponytail swished as she tilted her head to stare at me. Serena was tall, curvy, and confident — the kind of she-wolf who commanded attention the second she walked into a room, her wolf was big for a female and grey, signifying power.

“We all know why we're here.” The Luna inhaled and moved uneasily in her seat. I saw her husband reach for her hand and squeeze it. I scoffed. “Who are you?” My gaze was fixed on the young lady. She blinked and lowered her gaze to meet mine briefly. “I’m Serena. Princess of the Shadowhowl pack.” “And how do I know you’re Serena and this is not some other trick from you guys.” “I am Serena,” She replied almost rolling her eyes. She was spoilt silly, this one.

“I am Serena of the Eclipse, daughter of Naelira, born of both fire and restraint. I carry the Gate. But I do not belong to it.” Her voice boomed. The hands vanished. The Gate flared once—then dimmed. And in the silence that followed… Serena smiled. Back in the Shrine – Morning She opened her eyes. Snow had stopped falling. Tiarra sat still, watching. “You returned,” she whispered. “Many don’t.” Serena stood, stronger now. “I’m not like the others.” Tiarra tilted her head. “No. You’re the storm that learned to hold itself back.”

Others clawed at the ground, trying to flee the epicenter of destruction. Above it all, the First Howl writhed, its massive shadow-corrupted form blotting out the starlight. Its body pulsed with veins of dark energy, and its howl tore the sky itself apart. Serena stood at the center of the storm, her body glowing with fused power—silver light of the moon colliding with the violet fire of shadow. Her form was both wolf and something beyond wolf, her eyes twin orbs of stormlight. She could feel every heartbeat in the valley, every thread of fate pulling taut around her.

She pulled out a folded envelope and thrust it at Serena, clumsily, like it was on fire. Serena took it. Inside: a crayon drawing. Shaky lines. A red carpet. Stick figures with stars over their heads. “I wanted to give it to Miss Sera,” the girl whispered. “But she’s busy. And I thought… maybe you’d like it too.” Something cracked in Serena’s chest. She looked back at the picture. The tallest figure had long hair and a black dress. There was a name written beneath it, in all caps: SEREANA.

“It’s about Serena.” I bit my lower lip hard as I realised there was definitely going to be a war breakout between three pack that have lived in harmony in forever. And it's all because of me. Liam turned his gaze to me, confusion written all over his face. “Lady Serena? Why?” Lucas looked at me, silently asking for permission. I nodded, my throat dry. There was no point in keeping it a secret anymore. The truth was already unraveling around us. “Serena is the second princess of the Bloodhound Pack,” Lucas said, his tone firm.

Kiran and Snow looked at Serena expectantly. She did grow up in the Mawi Tribe, after all, so she must know more about black magic and spells. Perhaps she really did have a solution. Seeing their serious faces, Serena burst out laughing, “You just leave it to fate!” “I-I’m going to kill you!” Kiran lifted his hand to hit her when he realized she was messing with him. Serena dodged it quickly, but her hands swept across the top of Kiran’s pants. Suddenly, there was a cold breeze on his buttocks as the top of his pants fell downward.