Serena Pokemon Novels & Stories

Her mother said and smiled turning towards her and leaned against her elbow. “wow!! Just like the princess in your favorite cartoon?” Morana aske eagerly, “yes honey, just like sleeping beauty” Serena chuckled "Then I'm gonna name mine wolf Ho-Hontas! Just like my favorite princess" Morana proudly declared giggling, happy to have thought of a princess’ name too.

Knowing that they do exists was something close to having her own fairy tale. "So, your seal is broken. The kids are awake, and then what?" Asked Wayne. There was a note of skepticism in his voice. "We let them be with them," Serena replied. She was looking down at the busy streets of Paris. But her mind was over the things that she learned. Fae, dragons, and children that can destroy the world. And she has a mate. Serena sighed. She may have Rooka, but she cannot help but feel something was missing. Like a puzzle piece that was there but cannot never have that right slot to fit into.

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.

Their wolves stirred, heads bowing, not just to Kael, but to me. Power thrummed in my veins. The strength of the Black Ash Pack, its acceptance, its loyalty, it poured into me as if I had always been meant to stand here. I straightened, my voice carrying without effort, rich and unshakable. “I am Serena, your Luna. I have bled, I have fought, I have endured what should have broken me. But I stand here tonight, not as the cursed wolf you whispered about, not as the exile you scorned. I stand as your shield, your strength, your storm.”

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

“And what have you done to harm Storm Pack?” The first question was easy. The second was loaded. I blinked a few times, trying to clear my mind of any fear. Now was the moment I had to be at my best. “My name is Serena.” I cleared my throat, trying to rid the shake from my voice, so I could speak with more confidence. I didn’t want to tell them I came from the Pack Alliance. That might wrap Baird in with me. “I am on a special service and I would never do, and have never done, anything harmful to your pack.”

Maya warned, smiling sickly at her. " Are you threatening me right now? " Serena asked, scoffing in the process and Maya shook her head. " I'm just telling you to hold your position tightly since I can take it from you, especially since I'm carrying Luna's mark of Bloodfang Pack, " she revealed and Serena's eyes widened in surprise.

“Hi.” Lia stared at her for a few seconds before stepping inside slowly. Mrs. Rowan looked surprised from beside the door. Apparently this was unusual. Lia held a stuffed rabbit tightly against her chest as she walked closer. Then she stopped directly beside Serena’s chair. Serena looked at the toy. “What’s her name?” Lia answered so quietly Serena almost missed it. “Moon.” “That’s cute.” “She doesn’t like people.” Serena smiled faintly. “Neither do I sometimes.”

Roberta sighed dreamily. “Oh, can it, would ya?” Serena prickled, and blew out an exasperated breath. “I’m no freakin’ goddess, all right? I’m me. Serena Sikes.” Serena shot up from the vanity seat, swayed dizzily for a moment, and stalked out of the dressing area. Where she thought she could go, she didn’t know, but she knew she couldn’t stand to be near a mirror nor in that room for another minute.

Kade’s shoulders slumped slightly in defeat, but he nodded. “Whatever it takes,” he muttered. Behind him, Serena scoffed from where she’d been leaning against the door with her arms so tightly folded across her chest that it looked like her breasts were on the verge of popping. “I told you, Kade, she’s a total conwoman. She has no ‘healing abilities’. She’s playing you, drawing this scheme of hers out as long as possible until she gets what she wants.”