Serenity Comics Novels & Stories

"Yes, Supreme Priest. I will do my best to get there as soon as possible." Runolf voiced aloud the conversation he held in thoughts with the High Priest, only to boast and brag before his clan of the power he possessed. That topaz was one of the stones that made up the Gems of the Golden Serpent. This and three other topazes held by three other lords that formed the four clans of The Brotherhood of the Oracle, had the peculiarity of allowing their bearers to communicate by thoughts to each other, and with the Supreme Priest of the Brotherhood, who guarded the Golden Snake that housed the rest of the gems.

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."

Serenity felt a sense of awe at the natural beauty surrounding her, and she knew that she had found a place where she could truly be herself. As they stood together, looking out at the breathtaking view, Serenity felt a deep sense of peace and happiness. She knew that she had found her true family, and that they would always be there for her, no matter what. The bond between the sisters grew stronger with each passing day, and Serenity felt a profound sense of gratitude for the love and support of the Silver Moon Pack. She knew that she had found a place where she could thrive, surrounded by people who cared for her deeply.

River Lockhart I look away from my phone when Ethan call my name. "River. You have a crush on someone or something?" Ethan, the brunette with mismatched eyes suddenly asks with a little smirk. The first thing interesting about him is his two-coloured eyes. The second thing is his weird tastes. He likes to watch gore true crime documentaries, and at the same time, he rewatches all the Barbie movies. Even his mind is mismatched, just like his eyes. "Seems like it. Totally out of his world most of the time." Lucas agrees with his words.

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.

The echoes of distant howls and the clash of weapons reverberated through the air, signaling the escalation of hostilities that tore at the fabric of the supernatural realms. Seraphina, with Adrian's note clutched tightly in her hand, stood on the threshold of the birthing sanctuary. The invincible threads, though resilient, seemed to vibrate with the tremors of conflict that echoed from afar. The birthing sanctuary, once a sanctuary of dreams, now faced the harsh reality of a world torn asunder.

she added. Serenity moved closer and pressed her body against Hannah. She shifted a fistful of her hair to the side and leaned in. Her breath on Hannah's nape caused goose flesh all over her body. "Which starts do you like?" Serenity licked her lips and placed a quick kiss on Hannah's nap before continuing. "The stars on the mural or the stars I'm about to make you see as your eyes roll back whilst you cum?" Hannah Morales moaned out as Serenity's words resonated in her head. Her pussy ached like never before. Ached to be touched by the blonde.

“Wait here, reception has a package for me.” Serenity nodded as Noah left the apartment, locking the door behind him and she sighed. She’d never been one to sit still and she climbed to her feet, going to the bookshelf. Prying yet another tome off the shelf, she went back to the sofa and sat down, opening it. This book was slightly different than the others. It told of angels and their powers. Of their blood thirsty needs. Of their lust for violence. Every page was splattered with dark stains and Serenity told herself it couldn’t be blood…

I said, my voice low but firm. Seren didn’t flinch at the confrontation. She was like a force of nature, sweeping through this room, taking control without breaking a sweat. "That wasn’t so hard, was it?" she smiled sweetly, closing the folder with a snap before sliding it toward me. I couldn’t help but chuckle at her effortless command over the room. Even the most seasoned pack members, like Silas Granger, couldn’t handle her. The moment of lightness didn’t last long, though. As soon as I opened the folder, I saw what Seren had circled—numbers that didn’t add up. She had found something. I didn’t need to open the file to know that she’d uncovered a discrepancy.