Buster Moon X Jimmy Crystal Novels & Stories

The cloud was heavy, I can hear the sound of my heartbeat in pains for him not to say the words I see through his eyes. “Don’t,” I said in a tiny voice, my voice shaking. “Please, James… don’t do this to me.” He stared at me, His gaze hardens, a wicked rime settling over Whats was once warm. “From this day, you are no mate of mine.” James Cantu, Alpha of the Bloodmoon Pack, said as his hands tightens not to hurt but to silence.

Then, the moon did the rest. My sister Selene went first. She didn’t even flinch as the markings lit up. Silver light cracked along her skin, spiraling from her throat to her fingertips. Her eyes flashed gold. Then bones broke. Her clothing tore and then, Selene was gone. In her place stood a towering black wolf with silver stripes down her spine, snarling into the night and the entire crowd howled in approval. Now, it was my turn. The air grew colder. My pulse hammered. As the elder’s blade touched my skin, I expected pain.

Maela whispered. Silence. Then she stepped closer to the pedestal and raised one pale hand. A shimmering pool of silver formed in the air between us. And in it, I saw flashes. A war. Not just wolves—but creatures with glowing eyes and scales, beings made of shadow and fire, tearing through forests and skies. And in the center of it all—women with marks across their skin, channeling moons and stars through their veins. Moonbound. One of them looked like me. The vision faded.

And Crescent Moon had once been their enemy. They were still their enemy, in many ways. Except now, political necessity had forced a temporary truce. Jonas nudged her elbow. “You okay?” She nodded. “Yeah.” But her wolf stirred restlessly beneath her skin. Twenty minutes later, the Crescent Moon pack gathered in the clearing just outside the Alpha’s home, an open, circular space ringed with smooth stones and carved wooden benches. Liora stood near the back, arms folded tightly across her chest, scanning the treeline.

I can feel his eyes on me, burning with worry and unwavering devotion. “Jasmine,” he murmurs, his voice low and urgent. “You don’t have to do this.” I shake my head, unable to form words. My skin feels too tight, my bones too fragile to contain the storm raging within me. This is it. The blood moon demands more than acknowledgment,mit demands transformation. The three ancients, Tharros, Arinthal, and Kaiden, stand at the edges of the courtyard. Their expressions are a mixture of reverence and anticipation. They feel it too, this undeniable pull, the awakening of something long thought lost to time.

Amber nodded just before a contraction rippled through her. As the moon rose to its peak, the Lunas began to push. Amber was the first to birth to her child, which I expected. He was a healthy boy with blonde hair and blue eyes. I passed the boy to Alpha Damien to clean him up as I turned my focus to Michelle. The moon reached its peak as the female was born. I called to Selene and the moon turned blue before she descended to earth. We clasped hands and began the incantation to seal her powers. The wind picked up as we finished the spell. She turned to her beloved creatures and smiled, then faded and returned to the moon. I quickly put the blinding spell on the female and watched as they cra

She was disheveled, and her lips were dry and cracked. “J-James, is it really you?” “It’s me, Mom. I’m back,” James replied softly. Brayden and the others watched this scene in shock. They never expected James to be Xandra’s son. “What should we do, Sir?” A Seven Star Sect’s disciple whispered, “The energy coming from him is potent, and it’s hard to tell his rank.” Brayden pondered about it. They had come to Earth for good fortune and opportunities. Finally, they found a Sacred Tree, which was stolen from them.

she said, her irritation fading into a smile as she grabbed her slides and took one last look in the mirror. The soft glow of her bedroom lanterns reflected off her ash-blonde hair, which she had twisted into a perfect, messy bun, with short curls framing her round face. Her pale purple eyes sparkled, flecked with hints of silver—a distinct mark of being Moon-Kissed. Soon, she thought, her mate would see her as she saw herself: beautiful, unique, a prize worthy of any Alpha’s daughter.

As if gaining strength too, Jasmine also chimed in with a stuttering voice, “R-Right, why did you tell him to leave?” “This is our first time meeting Papa!” Rose added. In my place, I just froze without being able to prevent my triplets protested. Even I couldn’t tell them whom they talked to. He was Xander Alverius, an Alpha of the Blue Moon pack. He was miles away on the end side of the continent, but what was he doing here? My mind and my motherly instincts collided. I had to pull my triplets away, but my legs wouldn’t move. I must look like a fool.

Mate saw me and let go of her. I walked towards her, taking my time admiring her beauty. "What do you think you're doing?" "Strangling." Her voice sounded cold, but to me, it was like a melody. So beautiful. "Why?" "None.of.your.business." She replied. "Alpha, all I did was give her food, then she just strangled me." Amanda cried. I rolled my eyes. Bitch. "I didn't instruct you to give her food did I?" "I wanted to be her friend. That's all. Isn't that my job as Luna?" She said.