Serenity Book Novels & Stories

The light stopped at Ward 119, and he heard the cry of a newborn baby. Suddenly, words appeared on the door, and he understood that a part of the prophecy had been fulfilled. He entered the room and saw the new parents gazing lovingly at their baby girl. They were startled when they saw the seer approach their child, but he placed a bracelet on her and declared her a supernova. "But the supernova died a thousand years ago!" the father exclaimed. "Yes, but your child is different," the seer explained. "There were other supernovas, but they all died. The title has not been given until now. Your baby is the next supernova, and a prophecy is attached to her. Only the gods can protect her."

STRINGS SERIES BOOK 1 STRINGS OF HEART Synopsis: Sian was born an autistic child. In her world, she would only see what she wanted. Although she was an autistic patient, she was born in an affectionate family. Her parents did not abandon her because of her congenital defect. Instead, they spent innumerable time and energy to patiently guide her, and strove to allow her to live life like a normal person. Sian was 5 years old, she was found to have an excellent talent in playing the Violin and had a rare interest in it.

Perhaps the moon goddess saw how alone I felt and decided to send me not just a good untouched woman; but one who sexually matched my energy. I had always been afraid of having a good girl as a mate. Afraid that she’d be conservational and dull. But Serenity blew my mind. She beat my imagination. And even now, I became afraid of her. But in a good way. If she was going to keep sucking me off like that, then my cock won’t be useful for such a long while. As of now, I wouldn’t even feel the weight of my cock. She swallowed me whole and left me to crumbs.

Serena: Every inch of my existence was battered. My body throbbed, and my eyes were now dry from crying. When I woke up, I found myself beside an abandoned building of the dead pack. It took me a few minutes to even force my eyes completely open. But I still hadn't managed to move much since then. Quiet whimpers slipped from my lips whenever I tried to call for help. It wasn't even the physical pain that weighed me down—it was the crushing of my spirit and the violation of my body that left me paralyzed.

Her eyes were warm yet piercing, held mine for a moment too long, and I felt exposed in a way I hadn’t prepared for. “You’re carrying a heavy heart, dear,” she muttered quietly and somehow I saw a broken woman who could feel what I felt. “Sometimes, the burden isn’t yours to bear.” I blinked as my throat tightened. She must have sensed my hesitation, the way my shoulders stiffened. “Life,” she placed the cup aside and looked at the distance as if she was recalling something, “has a way of confusing us. We want to make sense of it, of people, of relationships. But some things aren’t meant to be defined, Seraphina. Some bonds exist not to give us answers, but to teach us.”

There were so many books there, and it would probably take a lot of time. "Hey... here it is..." Serenity instantly muttered as she read a book title. "It's a book about The Moon Stone Pack. I hope, there's information I need inside this book right now." Serenity immediately picked up the book, then walked over to the sofa inside the library, carrying the book now. Serenity sat on the sofa, then began to open the book, and read the contents there.

Serenity grabbed the books, putting them in her bag and retreated to her room. "Hey, you can't keep those. They are sacred books of the witches." "Well now they are mine, unless you want to try and take them from me." Serenity tilted her head, challenging me to try and attack her, but I just stood there. "Thought so. You should take care of that by the way. Goodnight asshole." She said pointing to my little bulge in my pants, then walked in her room, slamming the door shut.

Seren closed its eyes, and as it began to sing, a sense of tranquility settled over the clearing. The lullaby floated through the air, its melody intertwining with the rustling leaves and the gentle hum of nature. The pack members felt the weight of their worries and burdens lifted, replaced by a deep sense of calm and serenity. The enchanting notes wove through their beings, mending the cracks within their spirits and infusing them with a renewed vitality. Emily closed her eyes, tears of gratitude pooling at the corners. "Seren, your voice is like a balm to our souls. We have faced countless challenges, and this melody reminds us of the strength and beauty that lies within."

Ahead, through the trees, I saw a faint glow—a fire, burning low and lonely in the dark. And there he was. Adam Valerian, standing by the fire, his back turned to me. He looked different, dressed in dark, old-fashioned clothing, his posture rigid and tense. The air around him felt heavy with age like he was a part of the forest itself, something ancient and eternal. “Tarini,” he whispered, without turning. The sound of my name on his lips sent a shiver down my spine. It was a voice I’d never heard before, yet it was achingly familiar, filled with longing, like he’d waited lifetimes to say it.

Urgent, consuming, reverent. And when it was over, we lay there in the hush, tangled in sheets and half-lit shadows. My head on his chest. His fingers drawing soft, aimless circles along my spine. It was the kind of silence that wasn’t empty. It was full. Of breaths still catching. Of words not yet said. Of the terrifying beauty of what we had just let happen. But reality has a cruel way of knocking just when peace settles in. A sharp knock at the door broke through the quiet.