Underworld: Blood Wars Selene Novels & Stories

Pale silver hair cascaded down her back in waves while ancient markings glowed faintly across her throat and arms. But her eyes— Silver-blue. Exactly like Julia’s during the awakening. The entire territory froze. Because the woman looked directly at George. Then smiled softly. “You finally woke the bloodline.” George’s expression darkened immediately. “Who are you?” The woman stepped fully into moonlight. The shadows around her bowed low. Not from fear. From obedience. “I am Selene,” she said calmly. “The first Luna of the Origin bloodline.” Silence crashed through the territory. Alan actually looked stunned for once.

Mandy, who I haven’t heard speak before, asks, and we all look at her wide eyed. “I don’t think so lassie.” All our heads whip to Cal. I am sure it would be amusing to watch the back and forth of our heads, like we are watching ping pong or something. “Why do you think that?” I ask. “Well, it wouldn’t make sense to do that. I guess in one respect it could but, in the long run, the prophecy calls for Selene to come to Earth. Kil.ling Alaina would prevent that.” “Yes, but so would keeping her away from Ash.”

Blood ran through the streets. Wails and screams echoed off the city walls. Dehmans, monsters, and devils ran around, maniacally laughing as they chase their prey through the darkness. Selene sat above it all, watching as her new reign of terror unfolded. In the short month after Cleo's defeat, Selene had spread chaos throughout half of Danyrus. Kill after kill her army conquered small villages and towns that lead to Poppyfield-Danyrus's capital. With her new rule, Selene decreed that anyone outside after nightfall was fair game or food to her friends. Despite her dire warning, there were citizens who refused to hide away and they paid the price with their blood. Carman applauded Selene for

He wasn't used to the amount of power coursing through him, and without Ronan to share the load, carrying it in his druid form was a heavy weight. "How... how did you do that?" Alpha Donal questioned, the hesitation evident in his voice. "Selene is the daughter of the moon goddess, our mating triggered the ancient magic of our bloodline to awaken within me. You'll have sensed I'm sure that Blake has not returned in the same form as he left, and that is thanks to his mate, Evangeline. I will fill you in on every detail over the coming days, Father, but we are in danger. War is coming and we need to prepare the pack."

it asked, the words dripping with amusement. Suddenly, realization dawned on me – this was Selene, the Moon Goddess, speaking to me. My mind reeled with questions. Was I dead? How was I connecting with the goddess? "You're not dead, my omega," Selene reassured me, "but merely unconscious at the moment. You have successfully fought off the darkness and halted the chaos." Her praise filled me with pride, and I felt a sense of accomplishment wash over me. However, Selene's next words were laced with caution. "I must warn you, the battle is far from over. Remember, my omega, you possess powers beyond your wildest imagination. Trust in yourself and your abilities."

"Being someone that cannot stand evil, Selene said she was going to kill herself since her blood was being used for such evil. On hearing this, Hermes promised to let her have a life as long as she doesn't allow any man to defile her" "Selene wanted to know why he was doing such and he told her that he wanted to be the ruler of the whole world. He was going to make enough soldiers to help him achieve that and what other way could he make a soldier that would easily take over that world than making an army of soldier that everyone will be scared of. Hermes said her blood was a very important factor because she was the purest in the land and her blood, coupled with black magic was enough to cr

The living quarters for the omega breeders crumbles apart from the flames eating it up, and I swear I can hear screaming still coming from inside. Before us, strange men move around, either dragging, chasing, or slaughtering members of the pack. From their hunched strides and large bodies, they are undoubtedly werewolves, and the ones that had been howling earlier. But why are they attacking us? Darius shoves me forward again, and my feet slam into a body that I didn't notice at first. I tumble over it, and land painfully on my knee, turning to look at the corpse. It's the mistress. Her eyes are still open, staring into nothingness. Her skin is now smudged and matted with dirt and blood. A p

"The prophecy says that the a particular Luna shall birth the destined Luna who will have the power to rule her pack, and defeat all those who troubles us. It was said, she would be a Red Luna, with actual red fur." "So.. I am the destined one?" Her eyes widened in shock. "Yes!" Selene covered her mouth with her hands, "I don't know what to say," her eyes teared up again. "With this power of yours, you could find out who your actual parents were." "Powers? I don't even know how to use them." "I wish I could show you how to my dear, but I am am omega myself, and I can't really help you." "Selene is the Red Luna?"

And now I could not act as if I didn’t know anymore. Selena was more. More than what people thought that she was. The Moon Goddess had chosen her. For something big. Something divine. Because in the Aureas bloodline — the bloodline of the first wolves — no one could kill without paying the price. Their blood forbade it. If they took a life, their spirit was said to fall into deep sleep for a thousand years. But Selena had killed the Hunter. She’d killed rogues. And she still lived. That wasn’t possible… unless she wasn’t bound by those same rules.

Every option seemed like stepping deeper into a trap. “I don’t want to be a pawn,” she said quietly. “I want to fight.” Matteo studied her, something unreadable flickering in his eyes. “You’re braver than I thought,” he admitted. “But this isn’t a game. It’s war.” The tension between them thickened, but beneath it was an unspoken alliance, fragile but real. As the day wore on, plans shifted and alliances blurred. Isabella could feel the fractures forming — not just in the Moretti family, but within herself.