Celestina Crescent City Novels & Stories

, Harrison commented “never had an easy time here” “No offense but most of those situations…” Lena nodded to the arguing pair “wouldn’t happen if the weasel wasn’t such a creeper around Casey”. “That’s a good point”, Harrison conceded “so, you got any plans for tonight? The Alpha Kappa’s are throwing a party if you’re interested”.

His voice gruffed with tiredness. I slumped back in my seat. Impatient as the gods condemn me to be, I could no longer bear this tiny space. I pulled my wineskin from the chest and shake it, making sure the last drops of the sweet wine went through my mouth but to my disappointment, nothing came out of the empty container so I tossed it. I look at outside. The small peek through the velvet curtain tells me that the sun had gone to rest and so the crescent moon, along with stars glittering in the vast, descended to adorn the sky. One more night to endure the road, Wajan.

And it's the morning of the tenth day since we left Mooncrest. Mooncrest, a place we had always held in high esteem, was now just like a spec of dust in comparison to a gaint anthill as Elgarion. If given the opportunity, I wouldn't be able to ever paint this city to perfection and neither do I think I could describe it to perfection. It was massive, flourishing and bustling. Affluent, full of life and dreamy, unlike what I had recalled it to be twelve years ago. Elgarion was really deserving of the title as the capital city of the entire Crystal-Moon Dynasty. It's a city far advanced with the latest forms of technology certainly developed by experts and talented individuals.

All I see in his eyes is lust, and his goddamn tented pants from his dick, which I want nowhere near me. "She's not yours either," he gasps, throwing a punch directly in my gut, which I take. "Omegas are for all to rut." He sweeps his gaze to Cara behind me. "Wrong thing to say." My fingers around his neck squeeze tighter. He may be built like a tank, but I am convinced he's never experienced the number of battles I've endured or faced the monsters that live up in the North. The kind that rip your head off with one swipe for looking at them the wrong way. And yet Cage's father sent his only daughter to them in exchange for peace between their two packs. But I shake those thoughts away. They

"In front of everyone. Cameras rolling. The whole world watching Vincent Torres choose worthless, invisible Anastasia Ashford." "Except I'm not Anastasia," I say, and the words feel stronger now. "I'm Celeste Moretti." "Exactly." Vincent's eyes shine with approval. "So wear something that shows it. Something fantastic. Something expensive. Something that makes you look like the billionaire heiress you are." "I don't have anything like that." Vincent pulls out his phone, types something quickly. "You will by tomorrow morning. I'm sending a stylist to you at eight AM. She'll bring everything you need."

Behind him was a huge map showing Glaham and Moonglade was highlighted in blue. Moonglade was near the north surrounded by forest from all directions, which made it the safest among the other clans. Noah’s eyes wandered the map till he spotted the land labeled ‘Crescents’. When he thought about it, Moonglade is closest to the Crescent than the other clans. It was a straight path south from the Crescents to the Moonglade. It made more sense to him that Ophelia winded up here than anywhere else. Noah was thankful she did, only to feel shameful for liking something that was a result of a massacre.

Below them, BludHeaven resumed its careful, bookish breathing—a little more wary, a little more alive for having survived the strain. Celeste looked at Remy and let a tired grin break across her face. “Santa Cruz for breakfast again,” she said. He laughed softly. “Again.” They moved down from the terrace into the crowded courtyard, steady and human and more than a little dangerous in the best possible way.

A small part of it entered from her window and brought in the light scent of leaves and dirt, stirring the air of the room with the fragrance of the cookies. Celeste turned to her side, facing the window. It was already dark out there, and she could see the starry sky from her bed. Away from city light, the stars were much brighter. That was her favorite part of the country. But from this angle, she couldn't see the moon yet. She only caught the faint ring of it lingering on the edge of her frame. So she settled by counting the stars until the moon decided to make her appearance. It was not so round, but the silver moon gave away the cool, calm texture that took Celeste's breath away. "When

“To detect when one force is trying to erase another. Everything else is still political and human work.” The journalist looked disappointed. The least magical answers rarely made good headlines. But they were the ones that had kept Crescent standing. After the meeting, I walked toward the Crescent Bridge Home. The first home was still housed in the old hotel, although it now had two new buildings and an enormous garden. It was the anniversary of its opening. Every year, we celebrated the day like a family holiday. Selene had organized the food. That meant there was enough to feed three cities. My mother-in-law stood beside a table giving orders while Izan stole bread behind her back.

And then leaned forward. We were making our way around a ridge, and I got my first real look at a Vampyr city. Or rather, something completely mind-bending. Because where there should have been a city, was a gigantic dome. "What in the blue hell is that?!" "That, little wolf, is Cristos, capital city of the Vampyr territory, and home to the Dragul Queen, Tatiana Rossi." "But where is the city?!"