Crescent City 2 Audiobook Novels & Stories

"Mentor young. Break cycles." Dane added. "Travel heals too. See places. Choose different." May hugged. "Go with peace. Your bond shows." Back on road Ezra exhaled. "Closure. Lighter." Dane drove. "Us against old wounds. Stronger." They camped that night. Stars bright above. "Help along way?" Ezra asked. "Feels right on trip." Dane replied. "If we find. Bond grows helping." Morning brought a detour. Small pack flagged them down.

Crescent howled softly, her silvery fur shimmering, the sunlight reflecting in her amber eyes, the grove a sanctuary, the warmth a shared promise. Alya walked away from the grove, her steps sure, the journal tucked under her arm, Crescent at her side, the sunlight filtering through the canopy, the air filled with the scent of pine, wildflowers, and the faint whisper of magic, the grove a sacred space of memory, the Dawn Pack’s legacy a radiant flame in the forest’s heart. The horizon beckoned, a new story waiting to be written, the Lunar Legacy a tale that would echo through the ages, its embers sparking the possibility of another journey, a new pack, and a new dawn.

A question repeated endlessly. What comes next? The city suddenly trembled. Not violently. Just enough. Nova immediately straightened. Kael placed his cup down. The silver lights throughout the city flickered. A distant bell echoed. Once. Twice. Three times. An alarm. The two exchanged a look. Then ran. The central plaza was already crowded. The Architects. The Silences. The First Memory. Origin. Everyone had gathered. Something was wrong. Very wrong. Nova arrived just as another tremor shook the city.

--- 10:45 PM The ancient clock on Deimon's chamber wall ticked toward midnight, each second echoing like a death knell. Everything was in position. Below, the entire Crescent clan marched through snow-laden paths toward Ascension Hills, their breaths forming ghostly plumes in the cold air. The procession moved in eerie silence, thousands of footsteps crunching through ice and snow.

Like I hadn’t heard the voice a few seconds ago. “I must be losing my mind.” I whispered under my breath. Cleaning the blood stains as I waited for someone to claim his body. His body hadn’t moved, the gaping hole in his chest still wide. It was his voice; I had heard him clearly. He said my name, Crscent, not Cory. Crescent died the night my mother died. The name Crescent had led evil to our front door. That was the person he had called out. A sharp pain tugged at the back of my mind, an image slicing through my vision, the black journal, a page had turned, the words written in bold letters.

Chapter One — The Girl Who Burned Bridges The city never slept, not even when the moon was high and full, casting silvery light over the glittering glass towers of Crescent City. Neon signs buzzed. Taxi horns echoed. Humans hurried down sidewalks with coffee in one hand and stress in the other. Somewhere, music thumped from a club basement. And inside a tiny, too-warm coffee shop tucked between a bookstore and a vape lounge, Riley Hart was pretending not to exist.

I know that leaving Callum and the Moonshadow Pack behind will be the hardest thing I've ever done, but I also know that it's the only way I can truly protect myself and my child. As I step into the cool night air, the moon casting a soft glow on the world around me, I take the first step toward my new life – a life away from Crescent Valley, away from the Moonshadow Pack, and away from Callum. It's a journey into the unknown, filled with both hope and fear, but I know that I must face it with courage and determination, for the sake of my child and for the chance at a brighter future.

I have now come to the end of book one of my Cursed by the gods series. It has been a long journey I'm not gonna lie. I lost commitment along the way of writing this book, lost inspiration, even changed the plan I initially had for it. I am really glad that I got to finish it and if you stayed till the end I just want to say thank you for even choosing this book in the first place. I will start with the second book as soon as possible and do my best to make that one better. I hope I have been able to tell you a good story dear readers and once again I thank you for reading Cursed by the gods. Thank you.

He inhaled deeply and kept walking with aligned head. “Our pack is located at the bank of the Aquadrian river, where it is shaped in crescent form around the hills of Trina. That’s why our pack is named the Crescent pack.” His tone had indifferent excitement mingled in it, as a poetry. It was the first time he was this much excited to talk about something. He must really love his pack and pack members. It was weirdly relaxing to find out about his pack.

“Ok, I’m in.” Someone says. “I’m sorry, you are? I don’t recognize the voice and I can’t really see your face.” The woman chuckles a little. “Calli Zuri, From Echo Night, in Medicine Hat.” “Thank you Calli.” “I will send the young, and old to you, and my warriors will be split between Crescent Stone and Fire Moon.” I can hear a few more murmurs, with Calli doing a lot of the talking trying to convince the others. I look over at Scott, who has been uncharacteristically quiet.