Celestina Crescent City Novels & Stories

She replied with a smile as she watched Philip leave the studio to answer a call. Dana had settled well in California within the short period that they had arrived. She turned on the T.V and watched the crisis going on in America and then it got to a certain point where she heard about the CRUZ company, owned by Maria and Manuel Cruz. The company was accused of plagiarism and infringement.

He turned the body over, revealing a jagged symbol carved into the chest — a serpent coiled around a crescent moon. My stomach dropped. “You’re kidding.” “The Serpent Crest,” Damien said grimly. “I thought they were extinct.” “They were,” Sebastian said. “Until now.” I groaned. “Of course. Because things weren’t apocalyptic enough.” Celeste stood still, her face unreadable — but her eye. There was something haunted there. Like she knew more than she wanted to admit. And for a second — just one — she looked less like a noblewoman and more like someone who’d walked through hell before.

"The curse is real." "No," I said desperately. "What do you mean, this isn't me!" "Four hours," Dante whispered, looking directly at me. "You've been here four hours and I'm already dying." "What do you mean by that? and if you think so, is this how curses work?" "Isn't it?" Soren asked coldly. "Your first mate died in a hunting accident. Random attack. Your second mate got killed by rogues. Random attack. The third mate just dropped dead. Random death."

‿‿‿‿‿‿‿‿‿ CELESTIAL HEIGHT HOTEL. Antonio’s Penthouse Office – Night ‿‿‿‿‿‿‿‿‿ {Enchanted Hills} A heavy storm brewed over the city—Lightning cracked in the distance, and for a moment, it looked like the sky wanted to confess something. Without another warning, rain lashed against the floor-to-ceiling windows of Antonio’s high-rise office.

The sprawling rooftop terrace unfolded like a canvas, painting the city's majestic beauty. As if the universe held it's breath, the moment she reached the huge rooftop her eyes were blessed with such a view that she was speechless. "Mr..." Clearing her throat, Celeste snuck a peek around and changed her posture as she called out sweetly, "Rhodes." On the edge of the rooftop, he was standing like a loner while facing the night sky. "Come here."

Frostine sat in the passenger seat, guiding Logan along the way. Logan drove away from Grimmjoll and headed straight to the Nimbusa Mountains. The Crescent Order was located at Avoncastle Tops, a peak over 2,000 meters above sea level in the Nimbusa Mountains. Few people usually ventured there, except for some mountain climbers and adventurers. However, the infrastructure in Corynthea was impressive, so there was not only a road leading there but also signal base stations. The Crescent Order had modern amenities, and the houses and household appliances were all built and installed by professionals hired by the members.

“I texted Connor and asked him to send me one of his e-books on ancient Wolfkind history. While going through one of them I found out something related to your magic." “What did you find?" Right now, my desperation for answers could be measured on a scale. She hold up her phone and begins reading. “It says here that when the moon goddess first descended from the skies, she gave birth to a daughter and blessed her with immense powers. She was the ancestor of the first wolf clan to roam the realm of Lunaris. But it doesn't say what kind of wolves they were or what happened to them.” “My father also told me about the first wolf clan. But all he told me was they went extinct long ago." Asher add

- SIERRA The place he took me to was called Crow’s Crest. It was this rocky, secluded bluff up on the northern edge of the city, totally hidden from the highway. When we were teenagers, before the families started carving us up into assets, we used to sneak up here with a six-pack of cheap beer just to look at the harbor. Tonight, the wind was brutal. It whipped off the water, rattling the heavy SUV's frame as we sat in the front seats. Below us, the city lights looked like a spilled bucket of glitter stretching all the way to the black edge of the sea.

His body pressed against mine, hot and unwanted. As we rode out, the brothel fading behind us, smoke started to rise from the windows. Flames licked the roof. Vesper’s screams echoed in my ears. And in my chest, that strange pull tugged harder—like a warning I couldn’t understand. But there was no time to wonder. The pack lands loomed ahead, dark and waiting.

Damian pushed it open further, and the cool night air, surprisingly crisp for Cebu City, enveloped them. They stepped out onto the expansive rooftop. The security fencing was high, but it didn’t obstruct the breathtaking view. Below them, the sprawling metropolis shimmered, a vast tapestry woven from countless pinpricks of light. Traffic snaked along the highways, rivers of red and white. Distant buildings glowed like silent sentinels, their tops piercing the inky sky. The hum of the city, usually a background drone, here seemed softer, more distant, like the murmur of a vast, sleeping creature.