Yugioh Serena Novels & Stories

A grin curved onto my lips on the realization that I'm about to be the strongest being on Dexo Fernia – and soon be crowned as their queen. Holding my double-bladed swallow on my left hand, I walked through the only barrier keeping me locked outside the coliseum. Emotionless I waited for it to be removed out of my sight and the cheers grew louder every second. And as the wood barrier was slowly removed, those cheers just grew even louder. "VERONICA! GO VERONICA! GO VERONICA!!" I held my head high when I was called. "Let's give it up... to the Herald of Dexo Fernia, the shadow assassin! The daughter of Hikaris himself… VERONICA!"

- Taehyung Kensington ------------- Name : Amelia Ashford ; Age : 21 With a heart as vast as the ocean and a mind as sharp as the keenest blade, Seraphina embodies the epitome of kindness, love, and unwavering strength. Her presence commands attention, not just for her striking beauty or effortless elegance, but for the sheer force of her personality—a magnetic aura that draws people in like moths to a flame. But beneath her gentle exterior lies a spirit forged in the fires of adversity, a soul as fierce as it is tender, unyielding in the face of injustice and unafraid to speak truth to power. Savage for those who were do badmouthing about her and her one and only life her father, If she hea

“We all know why we're here.” The Luna inhaled and moved uneasily in her seat. I saw her husband reach for her hand and squeeze it. I scoffed. “Who are you?” My gaze was fixed on the young lady. She blinked and lowered her gaze to meet mine briefly. “I’m Serena. Princess of the Shadowhowl pack.” “And how do I know you’re Serena and this is not some other trick from you guys.” “I am Serena,” She replied almost rolling her eyes. She was spoilt silly, this one.

"Then just do it," she spat, pinned beneath his shadow against silk sheets. "Fuck me, ruin me tonight—if you think you can—and let me walk away." The room went lethal with silence. "You think you can bargain with your body, little bird? You think offering me your throat will buy your freedom?" "I don't make love. I don't do gentle. I fuck. And I fuck hard. If I put my hands on you without holding back, I will tear that fragile human body to pieces. You wouldn't survive ten minutes beneath me." Serena should be dead. Three days ago, Serena was a waitress. Then she was merchandise—chained on an auction block. Now she's the captive of the man who slaughtered her hunters and t

“How much do you know about the relic, Serena?” “I know that it’s about a thousand years old. It’s a statue of the goddess Sirona, an ancient Celtic goddess of healing. And that’s all I know. Oh, and I look like her. Whoopie for me! Wait a minute. I look like her. She’s the Goddess of Healing, but she’s a statue, and I’m real. Son of a bitch!” Serena shot up from her seat, her hands flying to her gaping mouth. “Raphael, don’t you see? It finally makes sense! He thinks I’m her!” She paced the floor and stopped cold, looking Raphael square in the eyes. “Raphael, I’m the relic!”

Karen reminded her. Serena drew a deep breath, her hand resting on her belly. “I do hope everything ends before it's born.” She said absentmindedly. “You have a good figure. It shouldn't be much trouble keeping it a secret until then.” Karen encouraged her. “You can always come to me for help whenever, Serena. Don't forget that.” Serena looked away from the mirror and at her friend. She noticed that Karen still had that sad look from yesterday. Even her voice did not sound as excited as she has always known it to be.

Aria’s fingers curled slowly against the side of her dress, close to where the blade rested. “I get that sometimes.” Serena studied her for another long second. Then she smiled again, softer this time. “I’m Serena of the Northern Bloodline. Since we’re both here tonight, I imagine we’ll be seeing more of each other.” She glanced once more at Lucien. “Enjoy the evening.” Then she turned and walked away, pale hair catching the light as she rejoined the crowd. * * * Only when Serena was fully out of hearing range did Aria release the breath she had been holding.

“Lady Sera, is it true that you are going to learn magic from Lady Hailey?” Eli said as soon as Sera arrived in the palace. That day was meant for Eli and Sera’s history lessons under Countess Igor’s teachings. “Yes, Your Highness. She checked my mana aptitude during the ball and she told me that I’m capable of using magic with my mana.” Sera smiled excitedly. Though she was troubled by the gifts that the deity bestowed upon her, she was also excited to learn something different. She loved the sword but she thought that maybe she would grow stronger if she could wield both at the same time.

Her body ached, but she persisted, her mind fixed on her friends and the world they were defending. “Lena, you have to let it flow through you!” Serina shouted. The energy clawed at her mind, whispering promises of power and destruction. But Lena pushed back, her love for Kaden and the others grounding her in reality. --- Just as the orb’s energy began to waver, Serina stepped forward, her expression twisted with determination. “What are you doing?” Kaden shouted. “This is the only way,” Serina said, her voice cold. “You’re too weak to finish it, Lena. But I’m not.”

Lydiasa was standing there, cold and immovable as a mountain, while two pack guards held a hysterical Serena Wolfe. "Lydiasa, please! I’m like a granddaughter to you! How can you be so heartless?" Serena was screaming, her face a mask of desperation. "This pup is a Wolfe! You can't just have the doctors take it. It’s innocent! It would have called you Great-Grandmother!" Serena was clutching her stomach, putting on a performance that would have fooled anyone else. But Lydiasa’s face was like thunder. "Save your theatrics. I don't buy lies, and I don't tolerate snakes."