Celestina Crescent City Novels & Stories

Williams POV This is the city that never sleeps it thrives from street parties to festivals that last for over a week such as Mardi Gras. Crescent City a place in which many supernatural species called home, all living in peace within the territory of Alpha Oliver to the Crescent Pack. This old man was a complete idiot, he should have passed the alpha title down years ago but being as he only had daughters, he refused to give the title to one of their husbands. His pack was one of the weakest this side of the Mississippi. I can’t remember how many times I had to send warriors to aid him when he pissed off rival packs. Because he was weak witches had taken advantage taking complete control of

Crescent’s Pov Crescent means death. But this felt worse than death itself. The way his eyes had darkened. The way he stared at me as if I was nothing but an imposter. It broke me. Tore through me in pieces that I never knew existed. For the first time I wished I wasn’t this person I didn’t have these powers, I was just Cory. Plain old cory who had nothing but being shy around Anton. I looked in the direction he had gone, maybe I should chase after him.

And Celeste is looking at the ceiling like she can see the ghost of the bomb still ticking. I take her hand. "Come on." "Where?" "Anywhere that isn't here." --- The rooftop is private — Celeste's personal escape, accessible only from her office. It's small, with a few chairs and a view of the city that makes you forget, for a moment, that the world is full of people who want to hurt you. She stands at the edge, looking out at Paris. "Her hand closes around mine before security can separate us — and she doesn't let go."

I was the Origin, the Queen of the Void, and yet I felt like a ghost haunting my own life. Hours passed—or maybe years. In the carriage, time didn't exist. Finally, the horses slowed to a stop. "We have arrived," the man said. We stepped out into a city that shouldn't have existed. It was built in the center of a giant, ancient crater. The buildings were made of black glass and white bone, reaching up toward a sky that was permanently stuck in a deep, blood-red sunset. This was the **City of the Seam**, the hidden heart of the world’s magic.

"Right. This is Vespera's first visit to City F, after all." In the back, Vespera nodded in agreement. She looked calm, her voice light and musical as she spoke. "Anne might have misunderstood. This is really my first time in City F; it's like a dream for me! Now I get why everyone wants to come here. It’s so vibrant." Vespera leaned towards the window, a big, bright smile lighting up her face as she admired the towering skyscrapers. "We’ll head straight to your hotel room now," Anne said, turning slightly to look back at her. "We need to get you ready for the event tonight. It’s important that you look perfect."

He asked and I sighed. “Well, it working. I guess the moon goddess is working in our favor.” “But isn’t it supposed to stop working at some point?” I did hear that it was supposed to stop after a few days but it had been this way for 4 days now. Maybe after a few more decades the rose field became stronger… “Yeah, I don’t understand why it hadn’t stopped yet. But I will have a rose on standby just to be ready when the power on the pendant fades.” I assured Hector.

As many of you also know my first language isn't English so please be kind about the mistakes, I'll edit them. The updates will be every 'Sunday' because I have started my University. This is a werewolf romance story, a totally different genre compared to my previous work. I hope Theodore and Celeste will receive the same amount of love that Alessandro and Valentina were lucky enough to get. Please do comment my loves as it keeps me motivated.. ♥️

Practically gift-wrapping herself and sliding across the table. I’d tolerated it. Entertained it, even. But I always knew. She wasn’t it. And Zey? Zey has never liked her. Not once. Not even a little. Still… Crescent Creek is our closest neighboring pack. Small — dangerously small — but they produce warriors that fight like demons. We need them. Which is exactly why this moment could not possibly be worse. Karissa slides up beside me like a snake finding warm stone, her manicured hand settling lightly on my arm.

Haley Crescent Moon is by far bigger than Red Moon. It even has it’s own little grocery store. The boys are excited as we drive by stores and an arcade. When we pull up to the pack house, my jaw drops. It’s grander than Red Moon’s house. It’s an antebellum style home that is two stories tall, three if you count what looks like a sun room at the very top. It has gorgeous white square shaped columns that wrap around the whole house with a wrap around porch on the first and second floor.

Charisse The Crimson Crest estate isn’t a city state, according to Wikipedia’s—and the Crimson Crest patriach’s—definition. But I begged to differ. It’s big enough to have its own roadmap, and it has its own urbanscape, so it might as well be a city state. I had been naive. The hundreds of businesses are but a fraction of the empire, just as this piece of land, the size of Seoul, is but a fragment of the pack’s ownership.