Wolves Selena Gomez Novels & Stories

Charlotte is greeted with surprise when her beloved prince brings home a pregnant she-wolf, and worst of all a half-sister she never knew. The revelation, betrayal and oppressions sentenced her to death, not until life gave her a second chance when a small pack saved her. There she discovers her late mother’s birth pack and discovers her true identity. Five years later, her pack grew into a powerful force. Known as the mysterious Queen of Wolves and the only existing Alpha Female in the world. An invitation to the Moon Ball as her first public appearance and the chance to extract revenge against the royal wolves. It won’t be easy when the dangerous and unpredictable Alpha Alexios has his eye

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.”

Her silver-white fur shimmered faintly, her presence steady and calm as her eyes met mine, and this time, there was no hesitation in me, no uncertainty, only recognition and something deeper, something that felt like relief. “You are here,” I said softly. “Have always been here,” she replied, her voice echoing through me, not just in my mind, but somewhere deeper. “What's your name.” I asked. “Selene.” My wolf answered, such a nice name. I stepped closer to her without thinking, my movements slower this time, more certain, “Selunara said I have to accept you,” I murmured, though even as I said it, I realized how incomplete that sounded.

Just the rhythm of life, steady and sure. Her fingers are laced with Damian’s. There’s no crown on either of their heads, no sign of thrones or altars—just two souls who stayed when the world begged them to run. His thumb brushes against hers, grounding her. Around them, the night pulses with peace. Laughter rolls from the den, where young wolves tumble over each other in moonlit grass, their howls still wild and unfinished. Someone sings a lullaby nearby—old magic wrapped in newer voices. One of the pups breaks away from the others and rushes toward Selena—a girl with her father’s dark hair and her mother’s sharp, stubborn eyes. She’s barefoot and wide-eyed, cheeks flushed from chasing star

"You don't smell like a wolf. Not completely." "I'm a wolf and…" Mayia hesitated, and her gaze flickered to Fagua before returning to me. She closed her eyes and whispered, "A vampire." My eyes narrowed. As I'd suspected, she was a vampire, but only half. Still, it made no sense as to why she was even here. "What the fuck?" I blurted because wolves hated vamps more than witches. And vampires loved to kill as many of us as they could. How the hell had two arch-enemies mated?

History had taught me that good things never lasted, especially for silver-contaminated omegas like me. (Elara's POV) "I don't understand why Selena Vance seems so attached to you," I admitted. "Many she-wolves have desired a bond with my wolf, but I only care for yours." The directness caught me off guard. "But the pack communication network always linked your names—" "Selena is under my pack's entertainment division," he explained. "She needed publicity. It was a business arrangement. If it troubles you, I can have the network clarify things."

“White Wolves are Elementals. Brown Wolves can read, alter, and add memories. Black Wolves can control darkness and light. Those are the gifts from Selena, our Moon Goddess.” “And did this moon deity also choose me as your bride?” I shook my head. “No. Fate is a matter that we, werewolves, can only make. She has gifted us with this ability, with this privilege. But our life, our fate, depends on us based on our decisions alone. Not her.” “Well said then,” she whispered. “Your goddess is not a tyrannical one.” I laughed, probably for the hundredth time already. “She is now your goddess. As soon as we are bound together under her light next month, you will understand the life of a werewolf fur

I raised a brow at the urgency on his face. “What is it?” I asked, straightening up. “I checked the log for runaways. It’s a whole ass scandal, that Selena,” he said. He looked like he had seen a ghost. I grew more confused. “What?” “We thought she was an abused wolf and ran away because of bad practices… that is somewhat true, but… she… she killed the beta of the pack,” he whispered. Though his voice was low, as if he was trying to keep the word out of the ears of the pack, I heard him clearly. My ears perked up and I felt a chill grip my heart.

No one dared to move, as if not believing what was happening, and only Jack, shocked to the core, whispered hoarsely: - Can't be. And the wolves, all as one, including their leader, bowed before the fiery red she-wolf and knelt on one knee. Jack, in the same shocked, hoarse voice, said: “Greetings to you, the she-wolf of the Ruling Southern Clan, the daughter of the leader Gabriel, the heiress of the Southern lands, Princess Emilia.

leave because that would cause suspension and get the packs talking. When you are a wolf married to your mate, it's not easy to walk away until death. If she truly wants an out, she will have to die. She has to stay to protect us; at least, that's what I've been told all my life. also, be careful. They can sense when you have become a wolf and sense your aura. If it seems too strong, that may cause a problem. I didn't see yours until we started talking, and it almost looks like mine. “ I look over at Jesse. “ what do you mean, my aura?? I'm not an alpha. What is going on ?” Jesse stands up, closes her eyes, takes a deep breath, and then opens Her eyes. They're deep, bright red, and around h