Underworld: Blood Wars Selene Novels & Stories

After I die, I save Hades' pet. To thank me, he plans to bring me back to life. However, I refuse with a smile. He is stunned for a moment, then asks in confusion, "So many people want to live, so why do you refuse instead?" I give him a bitter smile. "Maybe it's because being alive is a fate worse than death." He doesn't believe it, and his tone turns unfriendly. "Don't think I don't know that your parents are famously known for loving their daughter. They even make the news because of how much they love you." I crouch there without speaking. It's indeed true that they've made the news for loving their daughter, but that is all an act. The truth is, the only one they've ever really lo

They were vicious and filled the hearts of other wolf packs with fear. They were worshipped like gods and manipulated other wolves to do their bindings, they formed the association of the underworld, distinguishing the wolves from the humans, it was treacherous to have anything to do with the humans and it could cause a death sentence on anyone caught with a human. Great Lycan Silva was the first Lycan to be born and his birth was to be a salvation to all of the underworld… or not.

She is Selene of the Lost Moon. The world is burning. The Winter Wraith towers before her, vast and wrong, its body stitched from shadow and hunger, its scream splitting the sky. Around her lie the bodies of wolves and Veilborn alike—once enemies, now united in death. Selene’s hands glow white-hot. “You cannot be destroyed,” the Wraith hisses. “You can only be bound.” “I know,” Selene answers, voice steady despite the tears streaking her face. “That’s why I won’t fight you.”

Lucien only had time to touch a small piece of her last drop of blood before the darkness swallowed everything. --- Above the ground. Selene screamed, pulled out her knife, cut her wrist, and let the blood mix with the black flower. Each petal shook, then bloomed from within, a female figure gradually taking shape, wrapped in a cocoon of blood essence. A red light flared, blinding. The blood wind swirled, scattering the ashes around the Divine Tower. Selene collapsed, blood pouring from her eyes and mouth, but she smiled. “Rise, Evelyn Cross. Bloodheart never dies.”

The Moon above shone silver and full, a silent witness to the awakening of a power that would not be contained. Selene lowered her hands, the last sparks fading, yet the hum in her veins remained, steady and alive. She felt her mother’s presence, faint but real, like a pulse against her own heartbeat. We are ready, her wolf whispered. And somewhere in the darkness, Veyra’s golden eyes glimmered with anticipation, knowing the reckoning had only begun. Selene’s blood thrummed, her wolf coiled, and for the first time in her life, she welcomed the war coming to their doorstep.

“I’m in.” Yes! I scream internally, two losers are set to fight themselves while I relax and wait for my turn to shine. Stauri, when I become Luna of Blood pack, I will suppress you and kill you so that you will enjoy your bitterness with Selene , the Moon goddess in whatever hemisphere she is in. You call out Selene without respect, you threaten to kill me when you become Luna, you don’t even know if the person you are collaborating with is trustworthy or only trying to fool you. Stauri speaks harshly but I ignore her.

Deep in the forests, wolves howled in instinctive fear and reverence. And in the catacombs beneath forgotten temples, vampiric relics ignited with cold blue fire. The world had changed. Power had chosen its queen. Selene drew one ragged breath, her pulse glowing gold beneath her throat. Her fingers twitched, and the air thickened as if expanding to hold her, to cradle the magic newly born inside her. The marsh whispered back to her. We have been waiting. And somewhere deep in the dark—beneath roots, beneath stone, beneath the oldest layers of the world—something older than blood answered.

She looked down at her hands. At her glowing, claw-tipped fingers. “I didn’t mean to.” “You didn’t need to,” he whispered. “It was always inside you.” --- Far from the circle, in the deepest caves of Crimson Hollow, something ancient stirred. A whisper. A heartbeat. A name long forgotten by most. Lunari. The bloodline Selene carried. The one buried to protect the world. But now… awakened by mating fire. And hungry. --- Back at the clearing, Selene and Kael stood slowly, their bodies bare, marked, and bound.

“I’m not! I track down and kill your kind! My only interest is finding out why Lucian wants you so badly,” said Selene, the heroine of Underworld. I watched the movie intently on my bed as I unconsciously rubbed the spot where I was bitten when I was six years old. I gazed down at my left shoulder, even though the bite marks had faded long ago it had left something else behind in return. Just like Blade from the movies, I am classified as a Daywalker. Meaning, I can walk freely around in the sun without worrying about it burning me into ashes, but I still craved human blood like any other Vampire.

Both young and old and the funniest part is the last time she laid her eyes on Bellona is like 10 years ago, after she banned her from using her warriors. Bellona talked to some Alpha’s joining forces with her to take down Marcus, and they happily joined. Selene doesn’t even see the point of the war, just wolves dying. She feels like they are both doing it to pass by time. Today they are having yet another attack and she is going to stop it before they will eradicate her wolves. Selene stood in front of the mirror, wearing her white robe. She sighs, hoping it will go well. She disappeared out of her room, appearing in the middle of the wolves, who were currently in a war. She twirls, making