Underworld: Blood Wars Selene Novels & Stories

The silver wolves howled, the runes flared, and Selene’s smile cut across the chaos like a knife. “Choose, little wolf,” she whispered. “And let the world burn.” Serena drew in a breath. Her shadows surged, rising like a storm. And as the first of the moon-born champions lunged for her throat, she made her choice—

So, I suppressed my anger and only let the pack know my feelings when it mattered. What is the power you get from your mate? Since she held the other half of your soul, she made you whole. She gave you something more to fight for. Something real. It also could leave you vulnerable. The best way to take down any alpha was to kidnap or kill his luna. It didn’t even matter if the alpha loved his luna or not. Throughout our history, this was the primary cause of many wars. That’s true in human history as well I think.

Selene had become something stronger than the Omega she had once been. But survival wasn’t enough. She had learned to fight, to kill, to sharpen her instincts in the wild. Now, she needed something more—knowledge, strategy, alliances. Because when she returned to the Bloodmoon Pack, she wouldn’t just be a wolf they had abandoned. She would be a force they could never control again. It happened one night beneath a sky so black it swallowed the stars. Selene had been tracking a scent—something unfamiliar, something dangerous—when she stumbled into their territory.

The flames threw long shadows on their faces, faces that had stared at me with contempt since the moment I stepped into Bloodveil. Cain sat on the high seat at the head of the chamber, carved black wood that looked more like a throne than a chair. His presence filled the room, as heavy as iron chains. He didn’t need to raise his voice to command silence. Every wolf here bent under the weight of him. But Selene stood just a few steps away, the golden daughter, the would-be Luna. Her hair gleamed in the firelight, her smile sweet as poison. She didn’t need Cain’s dominance. She had something sharper, she had venom wrapped in silk.

I didn't scream it loud enough, but the wind came with a strong echo that other packs who weren't in the war could hear. His eyes scanning and narrowing, Logan's eyes met mine. “Ava..” He murmured. A smirk tugged at my lips as I stared at them. Coming out from the shadows, her aura seemed to be noticed by the packs, Selene emerged, her daggers swaying idly as she stood by my left. Her face static as her eyes blazed a burning yellow, releasing the Luna in her. Emerging behind the Dark Moon warriors who didn't seem to have noticed was Emelia. Her sword clutched tightly in her hands as she took her place next to Selene, her face emotionless. Only her eyes burned with rage, a glister of blue eye

That was what they called it now like it was something that had simply happened rather than something that had been done. Twenty-seven wolves were killed In one ceremony all because one Blood Moon rose red and swollen over Blackwood territory. And Selene, nineteen years old and shaking, standing at the edge of it all with blood on her hands that she could not explain. She remembered the faces more than anything. The way they’d looked at her. These were people who had watched her grow up, who had called her by her name, who had sat at tables with her and laughed with her and told her she was going to be the finest Luna their generation had ever seen. They all looked at her like she was someth

She could fight many things. She could deceive many creatures. But she couldn't fight everything alone. Slowly, she reached beneath her coat and pulled out a small knife. The blade glimmered beneath the moonlight. She drew it across her palm. Blood welled immediately. Selene allowed several drops to fall onto the concrete. Then she closed her eyes. "Velkris." The name barely left her lips before the air changed. The temperature dropped. The silence deepened. Selene's eyes opened. Footsteps echoed behind her.

Auren asked darkly. Selene swallowed. “Me.” Auren went still. The room erupted in protest, warriors growling their dissent, fists pounding on the stone walls. But Selene kept her chin high. “He won’t hurt me. He’s obsessed with ancient lineages—and I’m the last daughter of the Elrian bloodline. He won’t kill me. He’ll talk.” Auren’s voice cut through the chaos, low and threatening. “No.” Selene turned to him. “You said it yourself. We don’t have a choice.”

Her voice rang out, deeper, older than time, carrying the power of the heavens. “Rulers of the Underworld, hear me. Take this evil soul into your realm. Let justice be done.” The wind began to howl. The air darkened. The earth trembled beneath them as a column of swirling energy wrapped around Selene, dragging her toward her fate. But just before the wind could finish its work, Selene roared with rage and twisted her body, breaking free from Miranda’s grip for the span of a heartbeat. Her hand shot down to her boot and retrieved a large, silver blade.

“But there’s no other way. One of us must fall, or the world burns.” Then he struck. His shadow lunged like a living serpent, wrapping around her legs and pulling her toward him. She retaliated, unleashing a pillar of pure light that seared the tendrils into smoke. They clashed in a storm of opposing forces, their blows shaking the battlefield and sending packs scattering in terror. Scene 2: The War Below All around them, their wolves fought. Selene led the Last Moon Pack, her silver fur glowing as she clashed with an Eclipse Alpha twice her size. “Hold the line!” she howled, even as fire rained from above.