Underworld: Blood Wars Selene Novels & Stories

The bond pulsed at the touch, amplifying instinct, power, and desire until it hummed through their very bones. The glade unfolded before them like a stage of nightmares. Selene emerged from the shadows, crimson gown flowing like spilled blood, eyes glinting with mischief and malice. Her aura flickered with an unnatural glow, a veil of illusions masking the true threat. “You think you’ve won,” Selene hissed, voice both silky and venomous. “But the truth… is something you cannot fight.” Kael stepped in front of Elara, wolf snarling low, protective. “What are you planning?” he demanded, voice rough.

The Blood-Rain was not a metaphor. It was a physical corruption, a heavy, metallic downpour that stained the world a deep, visceral crimson. As the ten thousand newly awakened Hallowed warriors marched out of the Silver Mines, the sky seemed to be hemorrhaging. Each drop that landed on the skin felt like a needle-prick of sorrow, a cold, cloying reminder of the lives Selene had sacrificed to fuel her ascension.

She'd been using high-grade fake plasma lately to fake coughing up blood whenever she needed to twist the knife in Pheisar's heart. The capsule burst, and thick, crimson "blood" began to pour from the corner of her mouth. She went limp at the base of the stairs, bleeding from her limbs and coughing up red, looking exactly like a dying she-wolf in need of a hero. Pheisar and Dominic bolted down the stairs, dropping to their knees beside her. Selene looked so shattered that they didn't even dare move her for fear of a spinal injury. They just froze, calling for a medical team while their eyes locked onto Elena above with murderous intent.

Now, at this very moment, she realized the meaning of her existence and the reason for her coming to this land, determined to carry out her mission with courage and pride. He reached the center of the village where the stream of the small pond in the middle saw countless Sirens of all generations moving around the place, children playing and bickering, because despite their childish features, their shape is not without features of evil and brutality, and a child no more than six years old swoops At his friend, gritting his serrated teeth on his back, Selene gasped from the horror of what she saw to be surprised by Zain's devilish laugh. He says:

The calm before the storm was always quiet, and she was more than happy to play the part of a dead snake in the snow until the time was right to strike. Selene wrapped the black shard back in its cloth and hid it deep inside her uniform, right next to her beating heart. She closed her eyes and let the warm sulfur air slowly thaw her frozen limbs. The war for the northern territory wasn't over. It had just gone underground.

Hands clamped around her wrists to stop her claws from reaching my throat. She felt unreal. Too strong. Too wild. “You cannot stop me,” she hissed. “None of you can. Your seers will die. Everyone will die.” Her voice dragged slowly, heavy and poisonous. Eyes closed. Tears slipped free. Only Selene could break the ice barrier. She was still fighting to live. A wife. A Luna. The mother of our children. That was all that mattered. Ariel lifted her claws. The world roared. The ground shook violently. Rocks tore loose from the hillside and poured down like rain. White wolves vanished beneath crushing stone. Ash leapt aside just in time.

You are currently on air. I opened my eyes. Their brightness produced bright purple light. I looked directly into the camera embedded in the terminal. I spoke to the wolves who inhabited the continent. My voice wasn't loud, but the Royal magic carried it with a commanding, undeniable weight. Elder Thorne told you I was an abomination. He told you my bloodline was a threat. He lied. I am Princess Selene of Moonfall, and I am alive. I paused, fighting through a wave of dizziness. Dante’s grip tightened. I pushed forward.

I looked at her. "Why?" She struggled to sit up. "Because she isn't the only one who came back." The future woman's face became pale. I turned toward the shadows. "Who else is here?" Nobody answered. Then the First Darkness moved. Its enormous body turned toward the mountains. The creature lowered its head. Someone was approaching. Slow footsteps echoed through the valley. One. Then another. The warriors raised their weapons. Kael stepped forward. "Everyone stay behind Selena." I stared into the darkness.

"Well, I must say he is very audacious indeed. I didn't actually think his plan was so bold." "We are not sure, but we need to work with this possibility. And these are our two problems." Cora finished the summary of the story. "What we have in our advantage is Selena and her powers." Clifford added to the conversation. "Powers?" Gerard and the other three asked in unison, very intrigued. "Well, this is the exciting part. Selena is my granddaughter, for those who don't know. And she is part of the Full Moon prophecy that talks about a werewolf that has the power of the moon. You're all familiar with this, I believe."

The heat began as a tingle beneath my skin the moment those golden eyes found me across the club. Rafe's gaze had ignited something primal, something that now pulsed through my veins like liquid fire. My fingers trembled around the serving tray, the metal suddenly scorching against my palms. "Selene?" Mira's voice cut through the haze as she pressed a chilled glass into my hand. "You're shaking." I stared at the condensation dripping down the glass, unable to explain the wildfire in my blood. "I need air."