Serena Yandere Novels & Stories

“Margarette is a funny sort, isn’t she?” “Yeah.” She laughed too, “Margarette, you’re sensing the wrong vibrations. I’m just curious. Who is that woman Finrod’s with?” “You don’t know her?” Caeruleus was surprised. “She’s Queen Aera, the Queen of the elves and the sister of Prince Finrod.” She flustered. Why didn’t she see the resemblance? Now when she looked at them, she realized they had remarkably similar faces. “Come. Let’s pay our respects.” Margarette pulled them both.

Serena means too much to me to let this slip away without understanding the full story. Early the next morning Serena I woke up with my head banging and the remnants of a terrible dream lingering in my mind. “That was a terrible dream,” I muttered to myself, trying to shake off the unease that clung to me. Needing something to distract me, I filled the bath tub with water and lay down, as if trying to drown all my fears away. The warmth of the water provided a momentary escape, but I couldn't forget the vivid images of my past. To be honest, I was scared. Owen was a terrible person, a dark chapter in my life that I wanted to forget. It all started when I was 19 years old. Owen had been my he

Raine POV Ten minutes later the door opens and the woman walks in. “Raine, right?” I nod. “Who are you?” “I’m Serena, Kai’s mate.” Mate? “No.” “Yes, he’s my mate. Here’s something to remember.” She grabs my hair and drags me up. “You’re nothing. You’re not here to be his Luna. I’m the Luna. You’re here to be a slave. You’re here so we can use your magic to protect our pack.”

Who? "Serena."

Serena introduced herself to Zoey, "Hi, there. I'm Serena." Laughing awkwardly, Zoey snapped out of her daze and said, "I'm Zoey." Serena quickly appraised Zoey. The young lady was pretty in a lively, endearing sort of way, though she had an androgynous sense of style. She sported a shoulder-length bob and wore a practical-looking windbreaker, which she matched with black cargo pants. At that moment, Harvey and Sunny sauntered over, looking delightfully surprised. "A hot model, indeed! No wonder you were so eager to escort her, Damian!"

"I heard that you found yourself a boy toy in Rivershire, Serena. Is that true?" Having stopped in her steps, Serena replied smilingly, "That's right. I did find myself a man in Rivershire. After all, I'm not like you, whose partners are always battery-powered." Pfft! Justin couldn't help but burst into laughter at that moment. "Serena really is brutal!" Cassian thought in approval. Poor Cyndi turned bright red at the jab. She snapped angrily, "Serena Landon, watch your—" "Don't even bother talking to me. I'm germaphobic, you know." Serena cut Cyndi off on the spot.

Dylan spoke up while Jeremy threw daggers with his eyes. Wait! Was I going to be engaged to the group clown? Who the fuck takes the fiancée of a clown seriously??? “SERENA???!” I heard someone yell my name, snapping me back to the present.

"Ahhhhh! Serena, did you see it?! Celia’s crush is actually Xavier!" ***

The once elusive powers began to stir, reacting to the urgency and intensity of the situations she faced. In the depths of my mind, I conjure an image of Serena standing before me, her eyes gleaming with a deceptive glint. I envision her weaving a web of lies, attempting to ensnare Del, the unsuspecting pawn in her game. The thought of her successfully manipulating Del sends shivers down my spine, a cold realization that my worst fears may be realized.

Serena POV: I don't know if I'm unconscious or awake. Why do I see both Elias and my past image? In one ear, I heard Elias's familiar voice; in the other, I listened to my cries after being rejected. In the darkness, I saw a four- or five-year-old girl sitting in a corner, curled up with her trembling body. I reached my hand to pull her out of the darkness but quickly realized I couldn't touch her. Then I saw Luna Irene from many years ago. She wore a red dress and carried a rope. Then, the string somehow turned into needles and crude coils. Irena pulled the child up, then cruelly sewing through his mouth. That child cried extremely pitifully; she struggled and protested as if it were useles