Crescent City 2 Audiobook Novels & Stories

Claris took the chair, said goodbye to us, and then Arsel drove off slowly. I looked at everything through the minivan’s window. The town of Crescent was beautiful, pretty, flower-filled, and full of life, color, and charm. It was a lovely place where boredom had no place. I looked at everything with interest: the large plaza, the band shell, the big school, the high school, the sanctuary, and the school for healers. It was a whole new world, and I wanted to learn everything about it. “My mother is an elemental healer,” Arsel explained, and I was surprised.

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.

Jone was about to get off his seat before the Alpha gestured for him to sit again. “I’ve my own favor to ask,” Bernard said. Jone opened his mouth to protest. “You will be paid accordingly,” Bernard interrupted. Jone sealed his lips, readjusting himself in his seat. “Very well,” said Jone. “I’m all ears.” “The Crescents,” Bernard said, his eyes narrowing as he jumped right into it. “Do you know anything about them?” Bernard knew that his words made little sense, but if Jone had any knowledge whatsoever about the topic, it would be enough to make him understand.

progressive-markdown_:is(p,blockquote,ul,ol,h1,h2,h3,h4,h5,h6)]:pr-8"> _*]:min-w-0 gap-3 standard-markdown"> Seren had been in Crescent Ridge for three years when she understood what she had come to. Not what she had come for — she had known that from the beginning, or the beginning of the knowing, which was the conversation with the wolf who had said there is a place that does this. She had come to understand the function. She had come to see what sixty years of doing something correctly looked like from the inside. What she had come to was something else.

I rolled the window down immediately and leaned slightly toward the wind. Yeah. Definitely wolfsbane. I glanced over at Terrence, then looked into the back seat. “Y’all smell that?” Terrence nodded slowly. Alex leaned forward between the seats. “It’s so faint I thought I was imagining it at first.” We continued down the road until the Crescent pack house came into view. The large building stood quiet against the mountains, its stone walls catching the late afternoon light. Before we could even park, the front door opened. Karissa stepped out onto the top of the stairs.

Ben closed his eyes and his face pulled up into a pained scowl as his bones and muscles snapped and his body contorted. As the black wolf shook out its fur, it howled out low. “Owoooo.” Haldir walked out into the foyer, then opened the door and said, “I’ll see you in the next life, Ben.” The wolf ran out the door then ran full measure down the street as it dodged the cars and trucks that drove by. Ben followed the scent of water until he came to the riverside then he sat down at the water’s edge. The sun was beginning to set behind the trees, so Ben shifted back and let his witch eyes take in the splendor of the sunset one last time.

I naturally thought I was on death's door and my mom was there to fetch me. "I'm sorry...mom." My heart paced faster, and everything turned black. SEFF's POV I was on my way to Stone City when I heard a sudden commotion near Crescent Moon territory. Our pack and Derek's pack weren't far from each other, and since Crescent Moon Pack was located in an isolated Mountain area, it was an area where you could easily hear the echoes of the noises nature make. I squinted my eyes as I focused on my senses. I could hear many footsteps that made me stop in my tracks. In the middle of the night, just what is happening?

Ava The drive to Crescent Moon was long and treacherous. Chris and I sat tense in the back of the car, waiting for the moment when we would eventually have to leave the vehicles behind and continue on foot; we’d be able to make it about halfway up the mountain, though, before that happened. As we wound our way up the mountain roads, I couldn’t help but marvel at the sheer isolation of this pack. The terrain became increasingly rugged, with steep cliffs on one side and dense forest on the other. And to think that Crescent Moon was the wealthiest and most successful pack.

he inquired, letting the soothing sound of the waves take over him. "Her aunt?" His thick eyebrows shot up above his gray eyes as he showed a little annoyance before continuing. “Alright, I'll look into it. No matter the cost, I want that estate," the man continued, his voice unwavering and authoritative. "Get the jet ready. We're leaving for Paris in a couple of hours. Have all the paperwork done by the time I get there," With a decisive nod, he hung up the phone and allowed his gaze to linger on the girl, who still lay peacefully beneath the cozy covers.

BRAD’S POV __________________________________ “Boss, you got eyes on that shadow in the alley? Two o’clock, moving fast.” Ruth’s voice crackles through the radio in my earpiece, sharp and urgent, cutting through the night’s hum like a blade. The air out here on Crescent City’s east edge is thick—damp fog rolling off the river, mixed with the rot of garbage bins and the faint metallic tang of blood from last night’s deal gone south. My boots crunch on gravel as I crouch behind a rusted dumpster, my hand steady on the Glock tucked in my waistband, silver bullets loaded. Levin’s orders were clear: patrol the perimeter, keep Damon’s wolves at bay. But with the scout ambush last night—Levin’s guy