Serena Yandere Novels & Stories

I’d gotten used to being invisible long before Serena came to live with us when we were ten. Serena was half succubus and half siren. She had amazing blue eyes that sparkled with purple streaks bursting from her pupil and, tonight, was wearing her glossy, dark chocolate brown hair in a braid down her back. It was easy to see she wasn’t exactly into the idea of going to this bar.

"That's all I'm asking." We sat in silence for a moment. Then she asked me who I had been paired with. "Tanya Lorde from Eastmark." Serena pursed her lips. "You know her?" I asked. "I saw her fight at Ironridge," she said. "She didn't get much attention because she was in a different group, but I was watching." "And?" Serena rubbed the side of her neck. "She shifts into an eagle. A mighty one. Her wingspan in shifted form is wider than anything I saw at that camp. And her talons."

“Why didn’t she let the court know where she came from? What is she hiding?” My heart skipped a beat yet again before I reminded myself that Baird had this. As soon as the villagers learned I was from Pack Alliance, they would treat me as a spy with no other questions asked. That would be the end of the inquiry. And the end of me. Baird held up a hand. “There’s an explanation for that, too.” He glanced at me, likely noticed my wide eyes, and squeezed my waist where he still supported my weight against his side. “I hate to have to reveal her secret.” He shook his head and took a deep breath, blowing it out between his lips. “But I suppose it’s come to that.” He glanced at me and shrugged. “Se

The woman laughed softly, a low, knowing sound. “Take a seat, child. All will be revealed… in time.” Zayla finally sank onto the velvet cushion across from the woman, her posture cautious. “The times we’ve crossed paths… I never even introduced myself,” the woman said, her voice smooth and lilting. “I am Serenya.” Zayla arched an eyebrow, folding her arms. “Serenya… fine. But… why am I here?” Serenya's lips curved into a faint, knowing smile. “Relax, child. We are in the realm of your dreams. And you won’t be waking anytime soon.”

“Why, Ma’am? This could destroy Vanes instantly.” “Too soon,” Serena replied, her eyes gleaming sharply. “If I destroy her now, Dewangga will only feel deceived. I want him to feel ruined. I want him to give everything to Vanes—his wealth, his reputation, his love—and when he finally feels like he’s at the peak of happiness because of that ‘baby boy,’ that’s when I’ll tear his world apart.”

She huffs and rolls her eyes at me, wow she has balls. “Ok, Serana, I will play along. Who and what are you if you are not Starci and a Lycan? Prove me wrong.” I say when she smirks. “Wrong again, I’m not Serena. I’m Bedelia.” Who? What the fuck is going on? “Let. Me. Go.” she grits out and I squeeze her throat with a growl before I rip her from the wall and throw her across the room. She hits the wall and slides down it. She coughs and splutters as she gets up with a groan.

She saved my life and was constantly hurting with every hurtful word they had to spit my way. ‘’Stories of Lymfieya would be rewritten and the name Seranda would have a meaning more dark. Keeper of death souls. She is a blessing, but I can't keep her or give her the life she deserves. I can only pray and wish for the moon goddess to bless her with a beautiful mate. Seranda was soon awakened from her slumber, she turned around and saw strange faces.

?" Mr. Xanda asked. "Yes sir, we were able to capture her face and we have been trying out best in tracking her down" A lady replied. "Have you been able to track her down?" Mr. Xanda asked. "No sir we haven't" She replied. "It's okay, can we have her name and her details displayed please?" Taylor asked and sat down. "Sure", the lady replied and walked to where the laptop was. She pressed some keys and Melanie's details popped up for everyone to see. Taylor stood up, "Here we have it guys, that's her face and that's her name if found you know what to do". "Yes big Doc", they all replied. "You guys can leave now, get me, Serena," Taylor said walking back to his seat. "Yes sir" they

Serena stood below her, backlit by a storm of pulsing light, her hair unbound and whipping with an unseen wind, her body radiating a power older than time, fierce and unrelenting. Serena’s eyes had shifted—no longer their usual expressive softness. They were lit from within, glowing with divine silver. They weren't just the eyes of a wolf; they weren’t even the eyes of a goddess. They were something beyond comprehension. Something no one had ever seen. Not even Solmyra, who had lived for nearly a thousand years.

she said as she just dropped on the ground and sat down. I walked towards where she was seated and also dropped down beside her and made her look at me. “What's your name?" I asked her. “What?" She asked, surprised at the question. “What's your name?" I repeated the question. “Serena. Serena Vale," she answered with her brow raised in question. “What are you?" I asked her. “I am a … what do… a hybrid. A hybrid," she answered and smiled at that. “Strong or weak?" I continued.