Celestina Crescent City Novels & Stories

"You cannot tell Deimon I am alive. You cannot tell him I am in the Mooncrest territory." Seraphina was quiet for a moment. Then she spoke, her voice taking on a low and deliberate quality. "Neither Deimon, the Ashworths, nor Silverwood. Not even the Crescent itself can move against the Ozeths." The words fell like judgement. "Even if they discover you are here — and they will — you will be untouchable. The Crescent's power ends at the border of Mooncrest. Not a single claw crosses that line."

She, herself was fighting herself to keep sane. Aurelia had turned 19 a few months before the death of her father. Despite her suggestion of staying alone, Aunt Cindy insisted that she move in with them to Pasadena, California. It was northeast of downtown Los Angeles. Pasadena is also known as City of Roses. She packed everything and left with her Aunt leaving her home behind. A place where she once found happiness.

Of course, it's Celeste again. itsclarixass

She folded the letter and placed it in her drawer. She didn’t sleep that night. The journey. The next morning, Celeste packed a small bag and told Maria she was taking a personal trip. Maria raised an eyebrow. “You never take personal trips.” Celeste smiled. “Maybe it’s time I did.” Maria hugged her. “Whatever it is, I hope it brings you peace.” Celeste arrived in Manila by noon. The city was alive—horns blaring, vendors shouting, the scent of street food wafting through the air. She checked into a quiet boutique hotel in Makati, avoiding the Peninsula. She needed space to think.

Lucas was as hot as Dominic. “I knew it," Celeste rolled her eyes. “You are such a dirty prick," she joked. “I know,” he smiled, flashing his pearly whites. "I'm Lucas, by the way," he said with his hand outstretched. “We never formally got to meet.” “I'm Celeste,” she said, shaking his hand. “So where you headed to, Celeste?" “Moonridge Park," Celeste told him. Her little community was small, and very tight-nipped, which was why it plagued her so much that so many killings were taking place there.

* One older woman’s lip curled in open disgust before she schooled her face. Tension coiled tighter in my gut. The temple rose at the city’s highest point, white marble gleaming under the sun. Guards flanked the entrance, but inside it was cool and quiet, incense smoke curling toward vaulted ceilings painted with moon phases. Celeste waited in a circular chamber lit by shafts of colored light. She looked ancient yet ageless, silver hair braided with moonstones, eyes like polished obsidian. Xior’s hand brushed the small of my back as we entered—light, but unmistakably claiming. I shivered.

On its open page, the new script curled upward like smoke. “Before the rise of Flame, three cities must burn. Each a limb. Each a key.” Maera’s breath caught. “Three cities…” She looked up. “That’s tonight, isn’t it?” Ceres’s voice was hollow. “Then we’re already too late.” The Balcony of Smoke Royal Balcony – Nightfall The horizon had fractured. Ceres and Xavier stood on the balcony as the last light died—too quickly, too absolutely. Three pillars of fire bloomed across the realm, distant but unmistakable.

The closest I’d come was a school field trip to a local museum when I was twelve. “To Celestara,” he continued, and my jaw literally dropped. I’d heard of Celestara, everyone had. It was this incredibly exclusive resort city built on a private island that only the super wealthy could afford to visit. Private beaches, five-star everything, and complete privacy from the rest of the world. It was the kind of place I’d only seen in magazines and movies, both in the human world and werewolf world. “For a week,” he continued, smiling at my shocked expression. “Just the three of us. No pack business, no family drama, no responsibilities. Just us.”

“Well, this is going to be good.” The crescent moon was just a sliver in the sky. The stars shined in and out as the clouds passed by in the sky. Jack held Angelica’s hand as they strolled through the park together. The wind gently rustled the trees, and the smell of summer and love was in the air. Jack pulled her off the path into the wooded area. “Jack, where are we going?” Angelica asked as he pulled her deeper. “It’s a surprise.” He said as they made it to a clearing with a makeshift bed made of a thick quilt and pillows. “This is where we are sleeping till we find a place.”

I gave my pack a weak smile reassuring them I was fine now and stayed focused on our Alpha. "I know you are all wondering why were are here tonight as we, the Blue Moon pack, don't do many of these pack meetings. We are a peaceful small pack after all." The crowd cheered at our Alphas words. "But being so small we need alliances so we have agreed with the Midnight Warrior pack to help them with anything for their alliance as they are the largest Warrior pack in the world." I knew it!