Serenity Comics Novels & Stories

It meant a line had gone dead, a sensor array was breached, or a target had shifted vector. Here, the only sound was the low, rhythmic crackle of the birch logs burning down to glowing red embers in the stone hearth, and the slow, steady rise and fall of Anna’s breath beside me. She was asleep on the low leather sofa before the fire, wrapped in a thick wool blanket. Her face was soft, unclenched, the sharp line of worry that had carved itself between her dark eyebrows since the gallery breach finally erased by three days of safety. One of her hands trailed off the cushion, her small fingers resting open on the dark slate floorboards, completely defenseless.

Serenity felt that she would not be able to remain silent, and looked at everyone. "After all the things I said to Alexander and Vienna so confidently, to cover up my pain. I don't know if I can stay standing and calm, confidently in front of all of them. I want to face tomorrow's ritual very calmly. It's just that I don't know the right way to do that." Serenity turned her gaze away from the window, and looked right at her wrists that were covered in purplish-blue marks. "I don't want to show the sadness and fear I feel tomorrow in front of this many people in The Moon Stone Pack. I don't want them to see my weakness. I want them to see that I am not as weak as they think."

Nicolai said but he was far to gentle in tone than Vincent and Lucifer. "She deserved it..." Serenity countered. Eira was smiling looking at their cuteness, serenity wasn't wrong when she said that these men have taught her how to live her life again. She can see that in their eyes. Serenity is the most powerful supernatural in the world and probably she is far more powerful than hybrids but they didn't seem to mind at all. Instead of hurting their ego it was making them proud. It doesn't matter for them that she is older, for them she is just a naughty 18 years old girl and they are 28 years old men.

Equilibrium. Serenity, despite her name meaning the state of being calm and at peace, has never had a taste of being in the said state. Not once was she able to live without crippling anxiety. Vince’s presence? It does give her a sense of safety, but never peace. That’s contrary to the nature of their relationship. A sigh escaped from Serenity’s lips as she threw her shades at the pearly sands of the island her father had always loved. An extremely breathtaking view, with the lovely sands and the calm waves.

I knew that pain, that hunger. The look in his eyes tugged at me. Wrenched at my lungs, tightened my chest. This man, maybe more than all the others, needed some love. Some healing. Without another word, I walked straight into his arms, making sure to slide my bare skin against his. "I'm here, Xander," I said as I was pulled into his spirit. The other guys' spirit planes had been almost chaotic in their mix of colors. Xander's was serene. Like a slow-moving brook, it went from one point to the next without fanfare or attention. Much like the man himself.

I obliged and we walked towards the large window on the other side of the room. "What do you mean? How is Serenity not a normal werewolf?" I demanded. "Serenity has rare blood flowing through her veins," Lucian continued. "She comes from a rare and unique blood line, a group of creatures vested with extraordinary powers. Powers to create and destroy life. They're called the Pure Ones" "I have never heard of such creatures," I shook my head in disbelief. "These creatures were in existence before our kind," Lucian continued. "They had the power of the moon, abilities to control nature, to bring to life, and to destroy. But over time, other creatures began to hunt for their powers"

Unlike the girl, he’s wearing black leather pants and is bare-chested. Nevaeh moves close to the painting, then gives me an appraising stare. But before she can say anything, an older woman steps forward. “It’s quite beautiful, isn’t it? It’s called “Supernatural Heart,” the artist captures a pure love very vividly.” Taking a step back, I try to create some distance between the picture and me, but the woman continues. “Cassia Garron is a wonderful artist. This is one of her darkest portraits. You should see some of her other work. She’s quite talented.” Nevaeh gapes. She’s definitely making the correlation between me and the painting.

"Oh come on... if he settles for this pretty… even I am gonna pissed off. After so many thoughts, I can’t conclude. Not his friend or sister. Then who is she? I picked up my phone and started texting Stacey. My best friend. It's 6 pm and I am damn sure that bitch is on her phone. Even if she's dead, that phone is going to accompany her afterlife. "Stacey…!" Next second she replies. "Yeah…?" "you would be shocked to know who I am seeing now...!" "Mmm… almighty Jesus Christ?" "What no…!" "Then buddha?" yeah Stacey being Stacey. "Boo, bitch no!" "Then who the hell are you seeing now? Is it Satan?" God she is Boling my kidneys. "It's Mr. Valerian…. yes the super-hot Satan!" I controlled my giggl

Without knowing what really happened last night I get Doc Emily to give me the treatment to stop any pregnancy that might have come from the attack, unfortunately, it means I will have to wait to have another one with Phoenix but that would probably be for the best and I would rather wait and know it is his then there be a chance it is some other males. Serenity then got me to sit at her vanity and pulled out her concealer and started to cover all the bite marks on my neck, shoulders, and chest that wouldn't be covered by my dress. When she had finished, you couldn't even see them. She made it look floorless. I turn to her and say. "Thank you Serenity!" "It was my pleasure. Come, let's go an

Yoshida brushed it off and continued debriefing us. “Mrs. Burns, I loved the floor plan of your resort and your revenue outlook looks fantastic!” Veronica humbly nodded her head to the shorter, older, asian woman. “Miss Summers, your resort also looks remarkable, and the expense report was expertly crafted and well thought out.” I smiled and Martha secretly fist pumped herself.