Underworld: Blood Wars Selene Novels & Stories

Everyone around me reacts the same—some stagger, some gasp, one of the witches nearly moans. Hermes lowers his hands, pale and sweating, but grinning with pride. “Speed. Cunning. Agility. All enhanced. You’ll need it.” Arya nods. “We’re aware.” “I wish you good fortune and favorable circumstances,” he adds. ...Right. Sure. Thanks, I guess. The landscape of Selene’s Realm is a whole new kind of nightmare. It used to be twilight—rolling hills, glowing trees, that eternal summer dusk. Now? Now it’s blood skies, cracked rock, magma pits, sulfur vents, and jagged cliffs like the underworld is bleeding through the cracks.

RAFE I watch her reaction closely as she takes my hand. Her eyes widen, and a subtle shiver runs through her. Her wolf must have told her the same thing mine did: Mate. The realization is as shocking to her as it was to me. Selene Thorne, the Luna of the Silver Crescent Pack, and I, the Alpha of the Blood Moon Pack, are fated mates. The irony is not lost on me. Her scent is intoxicating, a mix of wildflowers and something uniquely her. It's a scent I've always found appealing, even when we were enemies. But now, it feels like a lifeline, a connection I didn't know I needed.

I was almost shouting as I walked closer, pissed at her silence. If Selene were a gift from the moon goddess, she would start showing some slight strange abilities that no werewolf or Lycan can do. She would have two beasts in her, and her wolf fur would be snow white. Only if she were a gift from the moon goddess could that be a possible reason why the demon king wants her dead.

Is she who I really think she is? “Yes, Nathaniel Michael Silverstar Bang, I am Selene. And I have come to give you my blessing. When your shadows become dark, a light will come and save you, because winning this war isn’t only through your self-sacrifice. Winning this war is not through sacrifice but through something stronger. And when the right moment comes, you will see that, and use the power you have been trying so hard not to recognize because you believe they are evil. But Mikey, not all things that seem evil are evil, it will still depend on how you use it.”

“I missed you, you know.” “Lair,” I grumble, laughing and dropping my gaze down. “I did!” she says, hugging me tighter. “And I was worried about you. Have you been okay?” “She’s more than okay,” Anton says, walking back over with his stupid ghost hands in his stupid ghost pockets. I sniff, letting my sister go a bit, wiping at my face as I turn to him slightly. He reaches for me and I turn him corporeal again, letting him tuck me in close to his side. “Juniper kind of developed an immense set of powers and claimed the Underworld throne as her own.”

That's never a good sign. My hands shake as I approach the water's edge and peer into its surface. The images that materialize make my blood run cold. Ronan is fighting desperately against at least twenty Deathmoon warriors, his sword moving in a blur as he tries to protect Selene. But Selene—oh gods, Selene is barely standing. She can hardly lift her weapon, her movements sluggish and weak like someone who's been poisoned or cursed. "What happened to her?" I whisper frantically, leaning closer to the pool.

Linus bellowed fiercely as blood essence seeped from his fingers and into his long sword, causing its momentum to change completely, growing increasingly chilling and gruesome. His overall power level escalated rapidly, giving him the bearing of an incensed ruler. Selene pressed her lips together after swallowing a pill. Her energy erupted into a frenzy, manifesting various divine abilities and techniques that flashed with a freezing, cold light as she pushed her semi-otherworldly realm power to the absolute limit her body could withstand.

And she was wielding a sword, too. I stood and watched, stunned, as Selene, my Selene, fought this man. It looked like they were sparring. But how was that possible? Selene was an omega from the slums. She didn’t know how to hold a sword, let alone wield one. But yet, there she was, attacking, lunging, and swinging that thing in the air like there was no tomorrow.

She could feel something ancient inside her break, but she was so worried about her son to even pay attention. The rogue wolves were attacking fast, and Killian had lost almost half his men. When Selene arrived, she breathed raggedly as her eyes widened in shock. This was the first time she was experiencing something so bloody. She lifted her head when suddenly, everything around her stilled. It was as if time had stopped. Selene’s blood burned as the mark on her chest glowed even brighter than before. A crescent moon marked with ancient runes was visible on her body, and she looked like an ancient deity.