Yugioh Serena Novels & Stories

My voice rang louder than intended, slicing into the silence. Heads snapped toward me. “You will hold your tongue,” Elder Haran snarled, eyes narrowing. “This council is no place for a girl.” “I’m not a girl,” I shot back, heat flooding my chest. “I am Serena Draven, daughter of the Alpha. My brother should have sat in this place. If he cannot, then why shouldn’t I?” For one heartbeat, silence. Then— Laughter. It rolled around the chamber, cruel and dismissive. Elder Fenrick chuckled until his eyes watered.

I whispered. “Rest?” His tone softened, almost curious. “On my border? While your mate hunts for you?” My knees buckled. Strong hands caught me before I fell. Heat seared through me where our skin met. He didn’t flinch. He stared down at me, confusion flickering in his eyes. “You’re not burning me.” “What?” He didn’t answer, only held me tighter. “What’s your name?” “Serena,” I breathed. “Serena Gray.”

But as the wooden bark wrapped itself tighter and tighter around Jacques and the others began to charge, she realised she couldn’t wait any longer. Just as she dashed through the trees to the clearing, Serena darted out of the abandoned house. Her jaw dropped as she saw what Skylar had done to Jacques, before fury completely took over. Serena welcome the fury, the further she embraced it the stronger her magic was, and right now, she was bloody furious. Flames suddenly erupted from Serena’s hands, readily awaiting her disposal. “Hey!” She roared, capturing Skylar’s attention.

Acasia Sarn's lair was different. Not as comfortable as Bastian's, barren actually. Calista, his bride, welcomed me with a soft melodic voice. She was much older than I was, her hair long and grey, her face wrinkled but the beauty she once held was still evident. It was surreal meeting a claiming bride whom I'd studied in school. The other, Megan, belonging to Tahr. She was middle aged, with graceful beauty and still full of life. The dragons seemed relaxed, friendly, and curious of me until Laryn arrived. I received a sharp jerk to my hand, which brought me closer to Bastian's side within seconds of the devastatingly handsome man's approach. With gentler and more subtle moves, Sarn and Tahr

Serena fought with raw grief, her violet magic clashing violently against the corrupted versions of spells she once learned at Elara’s side. Every blast hurt more than the last. Kael tore through the lesser infected, roaring in fury every time one of the turned witches called Serena’s name. Damien moved like a shadow of death, protecting Serena’s blind spots while keeping a constant eye on her. “Serena!” Elara called again, launching a spear of black lightning. “Come home!” Serena screamed and countered with a massive wave of pure violet fire. The two spells collided in a blinding explosion that threw everyone back.

Hyera’s voice trembles. “Why am I doing this?” Serah cackles, clicking her tongue. “Did you think I would let you take everything from me?!” Tears stream down Hyera’s face as she struggles, but every effort fails. “You just showed up and destroyed everything!” Serah screams, her voice dripping with hatred. “Do you want me to tell you everything I’ve done just to make Atlas mine? You showed up like a little thief and ruined it all!” She clicks her tongue, shaking her head in bitter rage.

Take her measure, her strength, her heart, her worth. And if she is all that he hates—and all that he wants—I'll figure out where I stand. With him. Or against him. For even broken, I am not weak. I am Serenia. Child of Lilith. Born of fire and darkness. And I am done being anyone's pawn. He'd certainly learn this the hard way but first I must see for myself what their obsession is with this woman and what makes her so different.

“You’re mine. I’m yours. We’re not their prophecy—we’re our own.” The world shuddered. The chains binding Fenris rattled violently, cracks splitting across them. The First Howl snarled, its form flickering. Serena stood tall, her Onyx wolf rising beside her. Together they faced the titans. “I am not your heir,” she said. Her voice thundered across the realm. “And I am not your cage-breaker. I am Serena Vale. And I choose me.” Her wolf howled, violet and silver power twining together, forming a crown of flame and shadow above her head. The wasteland cracked open, swallowing everything in blinding light.

I’d gotten used to being invisible long before Serena came to live with us when we were ten. Serena was half succubus and half siren. She had amazing blue eyes that sparkled with purple streaks bursting from her pupil and, tonight, was wearing her glossy, dark chocolate brown hair in a braid down her back. It was easy to see she wasn’t exactly into the idea of going to this bar.

Not yet. Serena twists violently in his grasp, her desperation mounting with every passing second. "This isn't about clans or species!" she cries out, her voice breaking. "This is about you controlling every aspect of my life. When will you see me as my own person?" Her curly blonde hair whips around her face, her eyes ablaze with defiance. But her father's grip remains unyielding. A sudden movement from the side catches my attention. Serena's mother, Eleanor, steps forward, her chin lifted high, her expression as sharp as a dagger. The moonlight highlights the streaks of silver in her dark hair.