Crescent City And Acotar Crossover Novels & Stories

This was strange. “If you are not going to drink that I will.” Hector said when he saw that I was not drinking the milkshake. I was still too shocked at how he considered me when he bought something for himself. “Um… we can sit at that bench over there.” I pointed at the park and he walked ahead. The walk was silent. I looked behind me and saw that Ken was following behind with Tiffany, they bought something to eat and were going to sit at the park as well. “Hector.” I said when we finally sat down. “The next full moon is coming soon and if we don’t-”

“It would have been paid off had you not burned my apartment down with all of my money still inside.” “I didn’t–” I cut myself off with a sigh. “You know what, I probably did do that. Nothing I can do about it now, as it stands, seeing as I’m hundreds of miles away from Moonrise.” The mountains nearby are still topped with snow–snow that never melts. Miles west of here, along the base of those mountains, a tunnel acts as the border to Crescent Falls. We’re about as deep as we can be in the Roguelands now.

His hands and legs trembled as he fought the urge to fly across the track and make him pay hard. The train inched forward as another loud blare sounded in the distance, this time, much closer. Both men stood their ground, heaving, unflinching, and unwilling to back off, their eyes spitting fire. The train from the other end slapped past, forcing them to abandon their feud. Dev broke the connection and backed up into the compartment with a head that felt like it was about to explode. ***

“This…” Sarah mumbled, breaking the silence. “This is the Crescent pack territory?” She already knew the answer. It was obvious, through the dirt and ash she could make out the platinum white hair of the Crescent wolves. However, she couldn’t help but ask. Because no matter how much she stared at the photos, it made it all the more impossible. “But that’s not possible!” Sarah added when no one answered. “The wolves of the Crescent are the strongest out there! How could they just be wiped out like that?!”

"But the Nomads tracked her trail — and it didn't stop at the Silverwood boundary. It went further, past the Ridges." "That's beyond Silverwood territory," Greystone said. "And that," Deimon cut in, "is exactly the problem." He rose slightly, leaning on the table with both hands. "Beyond the Ridges marks the edge of Crescent jurisdiction. Any pursuit past that point requires formal process, diplomatic passage, the cooperation of packs this council has no business disturbing. We start pressing in that direction, we're not just looking for one missing Luna — we're rubbing shoulders with clans best left undisturbed."

I dragged my suitcase through the airport, New York's air hitting me, familiar yet foreign. A loud wolf whistle caught my attention. "Welcome back, New York's sexiest artist!" I spun around to see my best friend Clara Willow leaning against her flashy red convertible, her blonde hair catching the sunlight like spun gold. Designer sunglasses covered half her face, but couldn't hide that million-dollar smile. "Clara!" I was surprised, practically sprinting toward her. "How do you know I'm returning today?" Clara threw her arms wide for a bear hug. "Please, you think I'd let my bestie take some sketchy cab home? Grandma Margaret spilled the beans."

He was quiet for a while, long enough that we had almost cleared the north side of the fountain. ThenLady Amara caught my arm, subtle and immediate. Her eyes had gone to the rooftop on our left, and I followed her line of sight without moving my head and caught the glint. Crossbow. "How many?" I said. "One visible," she said, her voice completely level, still walking, still looking like someone on a pleasant morning errand. "Which means there are more I can't see." "If we run we confirm we saw them," I said. "And if we stand here long enough for them to get a clear shot we're dead," she said. "There's an alley twenty feet ahead on the right. It cuts through to the next street."