Yugioh Selene Novels & Stories

"We have ten seconds! Leo, you have to hit the Neo-Tokyo heart NOW!" ​Leo lunged, but Selene didn't use a blade. She used the "Moon-Pull." She intensified the gravity in the room, pinning Leo to the floor with the weight of a mountain. ​"You are strong, Leo, but you are still just a man," she sneered, stepping over him. ​Leo looked at his amber-etched arm. He looked at the runes that had defined his life since the Silverwood. He realized the mistake they had all been making. They were trying to fight the Moon as individuals.

He turned towards Selene “Do you Selene accept Damian as your mate and do you Selene accept to be the Luna of Crimson moon pack?” I gazed at her waiting patiently for her to answer, but she was hesitant. I felt my stomach churn in anxiety.

“I have been awake for days. Why are you telling me all this now?” “We were going to wait until your mating ceremony,” Diana states bluntly, not holding back. “But your anguish and rage, too powerful to ignore.” “And now you care?” I cannot stop the bitterness stinging my throat. Sighing, Selene steps forward, her face serene and calm. Her aura is alluring in ways that the others are not. An instinctual connection to her that is more primitive and primal than it is with Hecate or Diana. “Time and events are tricky things, you know, and despite our many divine gifts, even we cannot alter fixed points in a person’s life.”

“Take a wild guess, maniac.” Selene smiled back, cold and sharp. “I don’t care to know actually. You have no idea how far we went to gather this army. How the Draven palace declared us traitors and made us wanted criminals across the lands. But it’s all ending today. I am taking back everything that should have been mine." Kira tilted her head. “What makes you so sure it’s ending just because you said it is?” Selene’s smile widened. She slowly raised her hand, revealing a strange object…roughly carved, dark, and pulsing with unnatural energy.

he said, his words rough. "I'm pushing you to aid me spot the beast in the shadows," I shot back, my tone hushed but firm. "Now, all I got are shades and forms. Can't battle what I can't spot, Idris. And I figure, your style, you've been scrapping shades for Ethan ages." He stayed quiet so long I figured he'd shut down. Then, he let loose a drawn, worn exhale that seemed to pull from his soles. "Selene wasn't some random from a tied group," he kicked off, skipping my eyes. "She was a blood gift. A live deal seal."

Is she who I really think she is? “Yes, Nathaniel Michael Silverstar Bang, I am Selene. And I have come to give you my blessing. When your shadows become dark, a light will come and save you, because winning this war isn’t only through your self-sacrifice. Winning this war is not through sacrifice but through something stronger. And when the right moment comes, you will see that, and use the power you have been trying so hard not to recognize because you believe they are evil. But Mikey, not all things that seem evil are evil, it will still depend on how you use it.”

Since then, his father has passed on the leadership, and now he is the alpha of the Claro de Luna pack, although Ragnar still supervises his every move and supports him in everything he needs. Selene is a beautiful young woman like her twin Ethan but very introverted and rebellious. She doesn't like to interact much with the outside world and has shown certain traits from an early age, which doesn't surprise her parents, as Uriel, her grandfather, has said she is a special young woman and that her abilities might be different from her siblings.

"Then what are you saying?" Selene took one long, shuddering breath. Her fingers tightened around the cold iron bars as she looked straight into his eyes. "My heart knows you are my mate," she said, her voice echoing through the quiet dungeon. "But tonight, I have to choose something greater than what my heart wants." "Selene, stop!" Kaelen reached through the bars, but she stepped backward, out of his reach. "I, Selene Dravenor..." Her voice trembled, but she forced the words out. "...heiress of the Red Claw Pack, daughter of Alpha Darius Dravenor, and Luna-in-waiting of this territory..."

She laughed softly, to push it off “You know exactly what I mean.” I forced a smile, ready to play along. “You’re dressed rather too early.” Her gaze roamed around the room, until it settled on her own gown, which was ivory, magically embroidered with lunar symbols that for some odd reasons, felt uncomfortably familiar. Luna symbols. “Oh, this?” she said lightly like it was one of her clothes. “Lucien had planned it, and now wanted me close tonight. For support of course.” My chest became heavy on hearing that from her. “Support?”

Betrayed by her mate and framed for treason, Athena, a, wolfless Omega, and daughter of traitors—has no choice but to run for her life. Hunted by pack warriors, she flees into the dark woods, her heart broken and her future uncertain. But fate always has a cruel twist in store. One minutes, she's in the woods running for her life, the very next minute, she's in the room of the most feared Alpha, who.is none other than the father of her cruel mate. The domineering Alpha king backs her up against the wall, her bones quivering from the hunger-filled glint in his gaze as he hand glides over her most sensitive skin in a soft caress. "I'll never let you escape from me again, mat