Underworld: Blood Wars Selene Novels & Stories

Even the most battle-hardened generals lowered their gazes when her gaze swept their way. Selene sat opposite her, silent but trembling, her hands folded in her lap as she forced herself to breathe. Every word spoken, every violent proposal, pressed against her spirit like a weight. She could feel the currents of the bond pulling at her, dragging her into luna’s state of mind a hunger for war, for blood, for destruction. And yet, selene knew if she surrendered to that tide, she would lose herself. She pressed her palms together until her nails dug crescent moons into her skin.

William had a very early start on Saturday. He wasn't awake yet because the sun hadn't come out, but he wasn't sleepy. He took out his cellphone to see if he had any important messages or if their school forum had any important announcements. While scrolling, he came across the website that Melissa, the nerd student, had shared, and he clicked on it to read the contents once more. There are pictures of alleged werewolf equipment at the bottom of the website. One that caught William's eye was a necklace with a pendant that resembled sharp teeth. He frowned because he felt like he was so used to seeing that pendant. But after a few minutes, he couldn't recall seeing anything like this before.

“She’ll get tired soon. We just wait until she’s worn out.” Selene tore through the soldiers like a force of nature. She raised her bloodied face to the sky and let out a thunderous growl. Then she turned back to the battle, kicking everyone in her path aside. Blood covered her from head to toe. Her eyes were crimson, feral. When some of the men shifted into wolves, they whimpered in fear at the sight of her. Dara and Silas reached the border of the Night Bane Order. They froze in shock at the sight before them.

The figure raises a hand, and every rogue stops. Then he speaks, his voice like splintered stone. “Give me the bloodline’s Luna.” My father steps in front of me. “Over my dead body.” “That can be arranged,” the figure says. Calm. Cold. “What do you want?” I shout. “You. The child of prophecy. The last seal.” I flinch. “I’m not anyone’s seal.” “You wear your mother’s blood,” he says. “But not her burden.” “What do you know about my mother?” I demand.

“I know. But others need to know too. You have to show them that you are stronger than your father, stronger than Damon, stronger than Lucian. Or they’ll be too afraid to fight.” Selene nodded slowly, the elder’s words steeling her resolve. “I will,” she whispered. Greta laid a hand over hers. “Then it’s time to prepare. If war is coming to our door, let them see that Bloodmoon is ready to meet it.” As Greta left, Selene turned to the window one last time, watching as dark clouds began to gather on the horizon. A storm was coming — and she would be its eye. With a final breath, she turned from the window and strode out of the room, her steps strong, her head high.

King Atticus and Queen Anna were the first to descend, their Royal stature evaporating in the face of the orb’s blinding radiance. “I am the Moon Goddess, the ultimate authority over the Lycanthrope species,” the voice boomed, shedding its melodic edge for something far more terrifying. “For too long, I have watched from the shadows as you questioned my decrees. You have manipulated my bonds with a level of cold-blooded arrogance that I will no longer tolerate. It is time I reminded you exactly who holds the reins of the werewolf race.” Another gasp, faint and terrified, swept through the room. Direct manifestations of Selene were the stuff of ancient legends, rare, whispered occurrences tha

Selene staggered back, the pain from the silver blade searing through her arm. The hunter's eyes widened in surprise as she shifted into her werewolf form, her transformation rapid and fierce. The primal power surged within her, giving her strength despite the pregnancy. The hunter recovered quickly, lunging at her again. Selene dodged, her reflexes sharp, and she countered with a swift swipe of her claws, knocking the blade from his hand. The hunter stumbled, his eyes filled with a mix of fear and determination. He grabbed a second weapon from his belt, but Selene was faster. She tackled him to the ground, pinning him beneath her.

A song sung when Selene was a child, now echoing in her ears like a forgotten spell. Suddenly, the Moonstone beneath her glowed faintly. Selene gasped as visions rushed through her mind—images of fire and blood, of a figure cloaked in shadows, of Damon lying wounded at her feet. Then, a burning tree. A silver wolf. And a blade made of starlight. She jolted back, heart hammering. The vision faded, but the message was clear. “War is coming,” she whispered. “And I have a role to play in ending it.”

I stand over him, silent but unyielding, the blood beneath my feet a reminder that no chains can hold a soul ablaze with fire and vengeance. The storm outside grows louder, the howls swelling like a symphony of war drums. The pack feels the fracture, the rise of a new power anchored in silence but roaring louder than any voice. I am Selene, the girl who burned her chains, the voice in the silence that cannot be ignored. And as the estate crumbles around me, I know this is only the beginning. The war has been declared, and I will lead it without a sound—but with a force that will shatter the very foundations of this world.

Ben interrupted. " Dad" Hudson groaned angrily making everyone burst into laughter... SOMEWHERE UNKNOWN Selena appeared out of no where and slumped to the floor. Looking at herself, " I'm alive... I'm alive!" She exclaimed happily, standing up. Looking around she recognized where she was immediately. " I'm in the Underworld, I made it!" An evil laughter left her lips immediately. " Those fools thought they finally destroyed me but they forgot how powerful I am. Now I made to the Underworld all I have to do is look a soul to eat to be able to come back on earth...