Serenity Book Novels & Stories

Like I was a piece of misplaced furniture or a lost tool. "Serenity is an omega servant belonging to the Blackwood household," Elder Thomas continued, lifting his chin arrogantly. "Our pack took her in as a helpless, wolfless infant out of pure charity when her parents died. We housed her, fed her, raised her, and gave her a home for twenty years when no one else wanted her. Her trickery and false identity at the bride selection was a disgrace to Blackwood, and Alpha Gideon demands she be brought home for proper discipline."

She sat on the grass beside the stone bench and looked at the gold flowers. "I have been writing," Seren said. "Not names—a different book. About Clara. About the garden. About the watcher's love." Morwen looked at her. "What will you call it?" Seren was quiet for a moment. "I do not know yet. Something simple. The Witness. Or The One Who Stayed." Morwen nodded. "She would like that." Seren's tears fell onto the grass. "I miss her." Morwen reached down and took her hand. "I miss her too. But she is not gone. She is in the flowers. In the roots. In the watcher."

"If you do then why are you dragging it too much... Talk to him." Serenity sighed and walked away. She was in the hallway when she came across the Angle. "What are you doing here?" Serenity asked. "I wanted this book... Spells and chantings" Angel showed the thick dark book. "Mom, i healed... I did it..." She smiled. Serenity smiled at her. "I am proud of you..." She kissed her forehead. When serenity touched Angel, her future flashed in front of her eyes. Serenity stepped back with loud and fearful gasp.

Serenity is MINE. Serenity has always been beautiful. Sparkling almond shaped emerald green eyes, black hair that somehow was naturally tinted with purple (it was confirmed she never dyed it as her parents didn't let her have anything like that.), 5'1, tanned skin that looked stunning on her, her boobs were perfect easily a DD, small waist, perfect toned ass, pink lips with a cupid's bow and the cutest nose. She was absolutely perfect in everyway After the party at the Nightshade pack when i rejected Serenity, It got back to my father that i had rejected my fated mate.

Shawn couldn't help blurting out. Everyone knew Serenity for her slightly tomboyish fashion sense. Her clothes mostly comprised of suits and coats. She'd rarely worn dresses, even around Shawn, except when he insisted. Could she have changed so much during his coma? It's been only a week! "Well, yeah," Serenity replied awkwardly with a shrug. Without wasting any time, she dipped her hand into her handbag and brought out the book. 'The weightiness of guilt.' "Here are the documents, as promised." Serenity wore a smile that seemed forced as she handed the book over to Shawn.

Her breathing matched his, becoming slow and calm. In the quiet of the dimly lit room, wrapped in the scent of sandalwood and the beautiful safety of his embrace, Serena finally closed her eyes. Safe within the arms of the monster who would destroy the world to keep her breathing, she drifted into a deep sleep. And there, in the quiet aftermath of blood and fire, they slept together, bound by a dark, unbreakable thread.

"Don't mistake me, Luna. I don't trust you. I don't trust your judgment, your methods, or your ability to handle what you're playing with. But I trust what will happen if you keep fumbling blind through this even less. You are reckless and stubborn and dangerously naive. But reckless or not, that book chose you, and that terrifies me more than anything else." That actually shut me up for a second. I cleared my throat, deflecting like always. "Fine. But if you try to snatch it out of my hands again, I swear I'll bite." Her lips curved in the faintest, most humourless smile. "Noted." We walked the rest of the way in tense silence. My half of the book felt heavy against my chest, like it had a

I reached out, my fingers trembling as they brushed the leather cover. The scent of wildflowers and ozone was so strong it made my head spin. Unlike the other floating books, this one sat heavy and grounded on the pedestal, as if it were the anchor for the entire room. The title was embossed in a regal, ancient script: "How to Mute Your Change's Resonance and How to Detect Another Change." "It’s exactly what the Queens said we needed," Sol whispered, leaning over my shoulder. "A way to move without alerting the Eclipse."

She felt the betrayal work as her strength. Amie snorted. “Well then.” She looked deep into her eyes and Serena saw the eyes slowly glowing. She felt herself begin to feel drowsy. “Give. Me. The. Book.” The words were drilled into her mind. She blinked slowly, her mind turning numb and then… ‘Look away Serena…’ Someone seemed to scream. That suddenly jolted her. She blinked and looked away, before staggering back. “No.” This time her words held more weight.

“Or are you planning on doing something to quiet me?” “No,” Serenity gasps, her eyes growing wide. When she looks like that, she reminds me so much of Denali, and it makes my heart squeeze. “Come with me.”