Crescent City 3 Novels & Stories

He'd let me be this time. Caden and I stood upon the glass porch of the Crescent tower, a gigantic body of glass and hyper technology, overlooking the vast city before us. From where we stood, we could see multiple movements, the full moon, big and bright above us, illuminating the paths for the wolves who had shifted to race. Joyous howls came from every side, as the wolves basked in the beauty of the moon. “This has to be my favourite part of the festival” Caden said, as we watched the wolves from our elevated position.

On its open page, the new script curled upward like smoke. “Before the rise of Flame, three cities must burn. Each a limb. Each a key.” Maera’s breath caught. “Three cities…” She looked up. “That’s tonight, isn’t it?” Ceres’s voice was hollow. “Then we’re already too late.” The Balcony of Smoke Royal Balcony – Nightfall The horizon had fractured. Ceres and Xavier stood on the balcony as the last light died—too quickly, too absolutely. Three pillars of fire bloomed across the realm, distant but unmistakable.

The bow was a shining silver the shape is like the crescent moon in the night sky. “I see you find it familiar.” With Christine mumbling a spell, the bow fell into Azrael’s arms. She touched it and felt the familiarity of the object. She felt tears forming on the side of her eyes. She thought that it was the only visible thing she could hold that reminds her of the Crimson Crest pack. The forbidden weapon that was said to have been given by the moon goddess. Azrael stopped her trail of thoughts and looked at Christine. Does this mean… “Yes Luna. The moon goddess entrusted the ancestors of the Crimson Crest pack with the Crescent Bow. No one knew why she did that but now, I think I know why.”

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.

We walked without talking for a while, and when we got to his study he held the door open and I went in and he put tea on without asking whether I wanted it, because he already knew I did, and we sat on opposite sides of his desk and went through the security plan for tomorrow's market trip withLady Amara's notes spread between us, and the whole time underneath the logistics I was thinking about a twenty-three-year-old woman in a strange city in the middle of the night trusting a stranger with her daughter's life and not even knowing if it would work. She hadn't known if it would work. She had done it anyway. I pressed the thought flat somewhere inside my chest and focused on the map in fron

He had become towering and strikingly handsome, almost unrecognizable. Liam's smile was gentle as he took my bags and led me to the largest bedroom, which was decorated just the way I liked. "Wren wanted to make sure you would feel right at home," he said. My cheeks flushed, and I ducked my head, busying myself with unpacking to hide my embarrassment. The playful banter that was so easy with Wren suddenly felt shy and awkward coming from Liam. Perhaps it was the fatigue from the long flight or the weight of my thoughts, but by nightfall, I was burning up with a fever of 102.2 degrees Fahrenheit.

I gasped as I walked to the front desk of the hotel, it was beautiful. Classy as hell and wooden everywhere. It was fitting as it was in the middle of the woods. Blake and Stacey had chosen well and I knew she fell in love with this place the minute she saw it. Luckily it was August and I prayed the weather stayed amazing to allow them to get married outside. “Hi, welcome to the woodlands. Do you have a reservation?” The smiley redhead asked me at the desk

And while I saw versions of the fabled Werewolf capital in movies as a kid, it isn’t the same as experiencing it in real life. Crescent City is a city, yes, but Moon River is a metropolis. Almost everyone here is a werewolf and the city is so big that it has not just one but five major packs: Bloodbane, Steel Fang, Crystal Claw, Goddess Valley, and, of course, Moon River. Sly does his best to explain this big city to my small country self while we stand in the train station with our luggage.

Tell me the truth because I am so desperate to know. Because if I’m right then, It’s not only you. It’s me too. I was stunned when I saw him. My white crescent mark was visible. I had to pull the towel higher before he could see it. Thank God, he didn’t notice. A peculiar sensation runs through my mind when I think about his black crescent mark. It’s just like mine, only black and bigger in size. Should I ask him about it? Not so soon, I guess.

Noah grabbed my hand and kissed the engagement ring. “It will all be fine. I promise. You just need to trust me.” I sighed and pressed my temple against the window. “All right. I trust you.” I soon saw a sign coming up on our right. It read: WELCOME TO CRESCENT CITY CAPITAL OF THE CRESCENT MOON PACK TERRITORIES My heart soared into my throat. “Well, Crystal, welcome to your new home,” Noah said as he took the off-ramp into the city. I swallowed against the hard knot forming in my throat. My nails dug into the side of the car door.