Crescent City 2 Audiobook Novels & Stories

“Somebody, anybody, can you hear me out please, somebody, you bastard Hector show your face, I know it’s you, you’re just a coward and some, I kept on shouting knowing that they could hear me and are preparing to come face me right here to get what they want Oh no!, am sure Damien must be restlessly looking for me right now and he doesn’t even know how much I care and love him so dearly. It’s such a shame that I didn’t finish the job the last time I tried to kill me and am sure the bastard is planning on taking his own revenge, the same way too. “I wish I could contact Damien or Dennis right now and tell them that I’m in some kind of trouble caused by Hector’s men, which I am sure of but I d

🌹Aurora 🌹 The cab’s interior was dimly lit by the city’s early morning glow, a soft amber haze that did little to warm the chill that had settled inside me. I sat silently in the back, my thoughts a tangled mess of dread, uncertainty, and an inescapable guilt. Every mile took me further away from the small apartment I still called home and closer to the world that Damien Sterling and my family had planned for me—a world of glittering wealth and cold obligation.

Damien chuckled and caught her fist, planting a soft kiss on the back of her hand. “Sorry. I should have let you know. My bad.” Aurora pouted, her chest raising and falling rapidly in fume. “So where are we heading? What happened after I passed out?” she asked. Damien lowered the car window and gestured her to look outside, “See for yourself.” Aurora peeked outside. They were in the middle of a desert with scorching sun above their head. The road stretched into the horizon and a great city was gradually coming into her view.

Aria Pov In six days I shall be destroyed by the crescent moon. I am cuffed with the metal closing round my wrists, feeding off the energy of my wolf. Before me is the Seven Tower Gate, a dark monolith whose ancient power smothers mine. I'm a mutant-an impending bomb-a danger to my pack.

Selene’s voice was barely a whisper, a thread of sound in the vast, still air. The crater was a perfect circle of fused quartz, glowing with a faint, residual heat. In the very center, where the pillar of nothingness had stood, there was no body. There was no blood. There was only a single, vertical sprout of a tree, its bark as white as bone and its leaves a shimmering, translucent silver. And nestled in the crook of its first two branches was a small, scorched wooden wolf. The Audit of Peace Months turned into seasons. The "Great War of the Crescent Moon" became a story told to children to keep them from fearing the dark, rather than a living nightmare.

A distant bell suddenly rang. Once. The endless pages overhead froze in midair. Then... every page turned toward the same direction. Something enormous was approaching. The ground trembled beneath Adrian's feet. Not with fear. With recognition. Far ahead... a city slowly emerged from the darkness. Its towers were built from giant books. Its bridges were woven from glowing sentences. Its rivers flowed with liquid silver ink. Above its gates, carved into black stone, were four ancient words. THE CITY OF FORGOTTEN AUTHORS.

His arm twitched and blood flow stagnated. However just when the glassy sky road lost its glimmer, the imprint of two feet manifested. The footprints shone cutting through the darkness like the last glimmer of hope. The ghostly footprints inched closer and stood right in front of him. Creed's eyes still showed no sign of movement. Regardless, a friendly husky voice echoed through the entire path. "I see you're in a clutch again… " Hearing the voice, Creed pupils jittered a bit. "Dad!"

Crescent must have had her fun because she slows down beside a stream and drinks. Then she licks her body, taking her time. "Can you hurry up?, We need to go back". "Don't rush me girl", Crescent retorts. Finally, she gets up and starts walking. Then she stops. "Annaliese, i think we're lost". "What do you mean we're lost?, how did you get us lost?". "I was so happy running and i didn't take in my surroundings". "You got us lost!". "I didn't, this pack just has too many lands which I'm not familiar with".

I went down hard, the back of my head bouncing off packed snow, and for a second all I could do was stare at the sky and try to remember how to breathe. My ribs screamed. My lungs wouldn’t work, and then it was on me. The Crescent Wolf was massive, bigger than any of ours, its fur black as wet coal except for the white crescent scar that cut over its left eye and down its cheek. It smelled like blood and snow and something rotten. It straddled me, pinning my shoulders with its front paws, and I felt the claws even through my cloak. Ten of them. Curved. Each as long as my finger.

Vivica’s POV Moon-Crescent was something out of the ordinary.The tall towers, tarred streets, and lush greeneries gave the pack, which looked more like a city, a sophisticated and tranquil atmosphere.I moved in my seat, my eyes roaming the environment in utter awe as the car passed through gate after gate, finally halting in front of a massive white mansion. “Welcome to your new home,” Adrian announced. I looked away from the window, staring at him for the first time since we entered his territory.“You own all of this?” I asked, unable to hide my astonishment.