Serena Yandere Novels & Stories

She attacked my lips and in a swift move, she was straddling me, her hands in my hair. Camila, Camila, Camila. Camila Brinx- Camorra. Deep, open mouthed kisses, mixed with the cool air of the night, a dream. Our lips felt perfect against each other, she felt perfect in my arms. The sound of the ocean now rushing, or maybe that was my blood rushing through my veins, kick starting my adrenaline. Whenever I'm with Camila, it's like a fever dream.

I wasn't in the mood for this rubbish. She ignored my comment and continued, "I've come to give you a chance to go out there and withdraw your claim." That got me laughing. She was saying that I was impersonating myself? "Look sweetie," I said after laughing, "my name is Annabelle Siromani and that's it." "Why are you lying?" she asked. I raised my eyebrow for her to elaborate. Most people found it hard to believe my identity but this one went as far as calling me a liar.

She didn’t approve, which made figuring out the real one difficult. “I can take back this body,” the Serena on the left said. “I can find a way to unbind our deal.” “Blah…blah…blah…” the other Serena murmured, dropping her ass on the floor. “I am the one you need to kill, Lia,” she said. “Here, take my life.”

But at the moment, I’d much rather be involved with bringing down a werewolf-run drug running operation instead of a vampire-inflicted human homicide bordering pack lands. “Detective Fergeson, it’s nice to meet you. I’m sorry it has to be under these conditions.” I say, turning to shake his hand. “I’m Alpha Scarlett, the Alpha of the Crimson Snow Pack and these,” I point to Bree and Dax, “these are my Gamma and Lead Warrior, Bree and Dax.” Motioning to the others, I tell him, “this is Blake, Serafina, Theo and Conan, four more of my warriors. And this is Tasha and Channing, two of my trackers. Channing is the one who found the deceased.” I hear someone clearing their throat near me. “Oh, for

Someone in pink stepped out, her blonde hair glistening in the early sunlight. Serena. She tucked her hands in her pocket, her heels clacking as she walked to Mr Han. “I'm a VAR representative–” she pulled out a card for verification. “What… what are you doing here?” He asked, wrinkles creasing his temple. Serena smiled brightly eyeing the corpse. “He invited us for the engagement as the biggest influence on his life. Not to brag, but his entire success is because of us,” she explained. Mr Han opened his mouth to say something, but shut it immediately. Serena was trying to corner him, so he'd have no choice but to bend to her will.

I am Seranda Mathews the unwanted born of a lineage of slaves and sacrifice. Cursed with the spirit of Zeranda, keeper of the soul of death. A plague waiting to be eradicated. A celebration at my death, festivity at the sight of my blood. I look up and wipe away my tears, I stare from the open bars of my dungeon where sunlight penetrates to lighten up the cramped space I have called home for the last 18 years. Today is that day, the long-awaited day of my death.

Offering a military salute by crossing their hands over their chest they stood facing her. Jelena Savage was not as old as one would expect from the leader of an entire race. She was only 17, even younger than Axel by a whole two years! Her hair was braided just above both her ears, her eyes watched coldly like a hawk and inside them, one could sense ruthlessness emanating from her whole being. Her voice was a bat match for her personality, she sounded nothing like who she was. This was a strong woman, who ruled with fear and an iron fist.

Gusto kong magtago sakanya dahil nagmayabang pa naman ako na mas matalino ako sakanya. Sumilip ako sa gilid ni Ted at tinignan si Leonardo. I raised my brows when I saw a girl talking to him. Nakangiti ang babae at ganun din si Leonardo. "Sabi mo hindi masyadong nagsasalita yang si Leonardo? Bakit enjoy na enjoy?" Napalingon si Ted at agad ibinalik ang tingin saakin. "That girl is Morgana. ABM yan pero kahit sobrang ganda niya loyal parin ako sa pagiging pink blood"

“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.

“You’ll need more than fire and words to take back the throne, girl. You’ll need allies. Blood. Magic. And warcraft.” “Then teach me,” Serena said, without hesitation. “I don’t expect to do this alone.” A slow smile curled the woman’s lips. “You remind me of Talia.” Serena’s throat tightened. “Then let me finish what she started.” The woman nodded. “My name is Nyra. I was her battle sister. If you are truly hers… I will fight for you.” Serena didn’t respond. Instead, she held out her hand, palm up. Nyra took it.