Annie Cresta Hunger Games Novels & Stories

Crescent’s Pov He was a storm. Crashing through me, his eyes felt like hot coal, burning through my veins. “Please, Anton,” I whimpered, my knees sore from how hard I had dropped to the floor. This was survival. Not weakness. I was beginning to understand why they whispered the word cursed lycan prince in the shadows. Mother wasn’t wrong when she said some things are better left unexperienced. My eyes darted back to the plates sprawled on the floor, the steak; the one thing I had always been curious about had become a bane of my existence.

Thankful that I can't feel anything anymore. My name is Cassandra Wright I'm 18 years old and this is my story, my life. I am from the Crescent moon pack or should I say I was until I had to run for my life. The Crescent moon pack is one of the largest packs in America and has some of the strongest warriors. My father is a werevolve and the Alpha of the pack my mother was something different a hybrid vampire-witch. And what does that make me you wonder I'm one of a kind a werewolve, witch and vampire. I'm a tribrid.

What's your name ? --Cassandra. (I answered shyly) -- You have a beautiful name. (Said Inès) -- Thank you for the compliment but where am I? (I asked) -- It's normal for you to ask questions. So, I'm going to answer you honestly without being hypocritical. My brother and I are werewolves. (Said Inès)

“I can't. The history of that town is terrifying! Have you heard about the old lady who was hanged? The residents of the town claim she is still alive and that her spirit haunts the streets.” I exclaimed, then became lost in my thoughts. Crest Fall is a place rich with deadly histories and natural wonders. I once overheard that a high school student perpetrated a slaughter in a church before killing himself. How would a sixteen-year-old girl who simply wants to have fun deal with all of this? "Gosh, Becca, down to earth," my mother called out, pulling me back to reality. "I said we're 50 kilometers from Crest Falls," she muttered as I stretched my hands out the window, feeling the chill in t

I yelled crudely like he wasn’t two steps away from me. Best to ask and get it over with so I could start prepping my will. Not that I had anything to give save for my favourite green beanie and a suspicious undead teddy bear. I reckoned if I stretched my leg, it would brush against the blue denim of his jeans. I did not stretch my leg. Crutches were hard to come by. “I’m not eating you…yet. Don’t test my patience, Nola.” Hector’s honeyed baritone was surprisingly calm. But so were the true-blood werewolves that ate my parents.

Cassandra’s point of view: “Cassandra, daughter of Beta Andrew from the Midnight pack, do you take Marcus, Beta of the Crescent Moon pack to be your mate, to have and to hold from this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and health, to love and to cherish, until parted by death?” Levi, the leader of the Moon Howlers started, beginning the mating ceremony. It was a moment of glee for the Crescent Moon pack members.

I'm glad my height didn't ruin my dream. I and seven other girls stand gleefully in the school's gymnasium. Amber, a blonde with blue eyes, sits before us. At each side of the desk stands the co-captain, Sookie, a short-haired blonde, and Katniss, a dark-haired member, holding the uniform. I'm eager to wear my uniform for the first time, but I'm confused why there is only one when there are eight of us. I ignored the thought and tuned into Amber speaking to us.

I also had to protect the both of them since they seemed to have forgotten how to protect themselves. Leon crest had to be the voice of reason. That meant that whatever sexual aphrodisiac I was somehow on whenever I was with either of those two needed to die. But how? How was u going to acimplish this? How was I going to be able to stop this moving train that I was forced to stay on from crashing without too much casualties

It did not care about deserving. That was the injustice of it. Selene had deserved Caden Silvermoor. She had earned him with every calculated day, every social ladder she had climbed, every lesser wolf she had stepped over to position herself exactly where she needed to be. She was the daughter of Marcus Callum, pack elder. She was the most desired girl at Crestmoon Academy. She was everything a future Alpha needed standing beside him. And the goddess had chosen an omega who could not even look people in the eye.

“What brings you to Asheville?” Thorne stepped forward, bowing his head respectfully before meeting her gaze. “Luna Elara, I come seeking alliance. Ravencrest has attacked us without provocation. They burned Silvermere to the ground at dawn, slaughtered our people, and took what remained. Their Alpha, Kaelan Draven, stole my betrothed. Celeste Ashveil, claiming her as his fated mate. I have tried to fight back. We raided their supply lines, gathered survivors, trained in secret. But they ambushed us. They killed almost everyone again. I lost good people. Brave people. We need allies. We need your strength to bring justice to Ravencrest.”