Novel & Cerita Susan Hill Simon Serrailler Book 11

It led into the guild's open plan office, which was separated from the visitor area by a long, scratched counter. There were half a dozen doors on the left. Conference rooms, small offices and Suzanne's realm. Suzanne was the heart of our guild, the woman who patched us all back up when we came back from a hunt and always gave us a lollipop as a reward. Well what should I say, she thought we were all her children. And if we didn't hear, we got an injection. It was a real shame that she was about to take her well-deserved retirement. I would definitely miss her. But our destination was the office at the end of the corridor. A sign by the door said: Jilin Halco, Master Venator.

With a brutal twist, his body crumpled as I flung him into a tree—spine cracking on impact. Movement to my left. Another rogue, claws raised, aiming to decapitate one of my warriors. I lunged, catching his forearm in my jaws. Crunch. Bone shattered under my fangs as I shook him like a chewy toy. A desperate howl cut through the chaos—Sergeant Miller, surrounded. Two rogues. One had his hind leg, dragging him. The other went for his throat. No. I screamed. Jason and I charged toward them, but I was faster.

The fire whispered, a lullaby of rage and power, promising that this was only the beginning. Serena stepped back, blending into the shadow of the nearest oak. Damien’s figure loomed on the horizon, a distant, unknowable force—her future tether, a reminder of what had been stolen, a challenge to reclaim. Lucia, rattled, stumbled to regain composure, but Serena did not give her the satisfaction of immediate recognition. She was the unseen storm now, the living ember that refused to die.

Just as I was about to burst through the main doors, Serena’s inner thoughts suddenly echoed in my ears. She was nearby. Serena thought to herself, “That idiot Hill definitely doesn’t know that the back mountain is just a decoy. I already had Owen tied up at the abandoned chemical plant nearby. When the time comes, I’ll make sure both of them burn to ashes in a roaring fire!” My footsteps came to a sudden, violent halt as the realization washed over me.

Simeon's eyes suddenly widened as he nodded enthusiastically. Ah, I think I know just the book, my Luna. Odessa's eyes perked up at this. Finally, something. I don't know the content of the book, only caught a glimpse of it. It's hidden away in the depths of the library. It's said to contain stories of wolves with extraordinary abilities. Odessa's ears perked up, her heart racing with excitement. Bring it. I think it's the one, she said, her voice barely above a whisper. Simeon scurried off, walking loudly through the narrow hall of the library.

He pulled off his suit and rolled up his shirt sleeves as he passed, thinking of the different possibilities behind what had happened. “I know how that sounds, but for this kind of new algorithm, I’m sure Vectra should be able to get around it,” Hillary stated. Simon shot an icy glance at the phone, his eyes blazing with fire as he flipped a hand through his hair in frustration. “Hillary, I’ll give you a call back,” William stated, ending the call at the look on Simon’s face. “F*ck!” Simon cursed under his breath as he moved to the glass wall, staring out at the city.

For me. In this rewrite, Lucas openly doubts whether the baby is his, especially considering the circumstances of her kidnapping. The emotional weight is heightened, and Serena's feelings of betrayal and frustration come through strongly. The chapter ends with a chilling cliffhanger that promises even more danger ahead. The unresolved tension between them continues to build, keeping readers on edge and eager for the next twist.

Elias stood next to him, looking at the paper with an inscrutable expression. “What did you find? Did you find anything?" Serena asked, even as dread churned through her belly. Something was off. Lucian motioned for her to get close. Elias eyes roamed on the pages of the book. “It’s an Isolde and Mira story,” Elias said. “And the stranger.” Serena’s breath hitched. Her thoughts raced. Isolde? Mira? Her mother’s name rang out in her head, loud and painful. What was she doing in all this?

Serena’s hand skimmed across the shelves, searching—until her fingers stopped on a book with a blood-red spine. The crest on it mirrored the sigil carved into her mother’s ring. “This is it,” she whispered. Elias leaned in, brow furrowed. “That’s a royal mark. From the Valecourt line. That book hasn’t been touched in generations.” Serena hesitated only a moment before pulling it free. As the book opened in her hands, magic burst forth—wild, golden light twisting like flames, pages flipping in a flurry until they stopped on a single name: Serena Valecourt.

Around them, Hollow wolves sharpened blades, laughed too loud, and bared their teeth at one another. They were not a pack — they were predators chained together by fear of Serana. “Eyes forward,” Mira whispered to her sister. “Don’t show them weakness.” Kira swallowed, nodding, though her gaze kept flicking nervously toward the ring of Hollow warriors. Then Serana appeared. She moved through the camp like a flame through dry grass, every head turning as she passed. Her braids jingled with bone charms, her eyes hard as ice. “Mira,” she called. “Your first trial.”