Crescent City Fanfiction Novels & Stories

Running quickly away from her perpetrator who kept chasing after her non-stop inflamed by bloodlust and laughing maniacally. He navigated the maze of city streets, searching for the perfect place to grab a bite to eat. "aaaAAHHH!!! Sto-" A loud, shrilling scream echoes in the corner of the dark alley in Bloodcrest City as the red crescent moon appears in the sky with its might bringing a harbinger of the fall of mankind.

I let my clothes form a trail as I strip them off my body and step into the shower. I let the hot water fill my ears and drown out the noise in my head. Mom wanted to meet, but after the fight with Cassian, I decided that it's best some secrets stay buried. CrossPoint Capital is going through a rough patch, and a secret child scandal might just be the last straw that breaks his world apart. I pat myself dry and soon, I'm slipping into my clothes, listening with a racing heart to my alarm go off. He'll be here any minute now.

“Well, here you are, a human female surrounded by whole gangs of male werewolves, with apparently two of them fighting over your…favors. Is that why you came to Crescent?” “I applied here because I can’t leave Meridian…for personal reasons, and because the Dance program is top rated. I don’t want any turf war over my ‘favors’. I just want an education.” “If you say so,” Amber says, and turns away to a group of guys on her other side. “Don’t worry about it,” Cara tells me. “Werewolf culture can be really sexist about some things. Don't let the gossip get you down.” “Thanks,” I say, giving her a smile. “I appreciate you saying that.”

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Aella nodded and replied, "Yes, that's correct. Is there a problem with that, Grand Master? The Grand Mistress also established a rule that any woman who falls in love with a man can leave the order freely, but she will no longer be a follower of the Crescent Order." Logan's face softened, and he leaned forward. "So, do you not enjoy living in the Crescent Order?" he asked, his voice laced with concern. In unison, the quartet shook their heads, their faces lighting up with joy. Aella eagerly replied, "No, not at all! The Crescent Order is nestled in the heart of the Nimbusa Mountains, surrounded by breathtaking scenery that looks like something out of a fairy tale. "There, we can bathe in na

Her blonde locks bounced back and forth as she surveyed our surroundings for danger. Her empathy gift was on high alert. She lived for these adventures. I couldn't believe it. The frail, unsure kid I met five years ago was long gone. Riley was now open, brave, smart, my sister, my family. I knew the first time I met her, knew that we both longed for what they had taken from us, me through tragedy and her through the gift she possessed. We were looking for something that both eluded and called to us, and I believed it was here in Crescent Moon. I just knew it, felt it in my bones. Charlie, is everything okay?.

"Even if they discover you are here — and they will — you will be untouchable. The Crescent's power ends at the border of Mooncrest. Not a single claw crosses that line." Anna had heard the same assurances from the Ozeths themselves. She had half-dismissed them as pride, as exaggeration. But hearing it from someone who came from the Crescent — someone who had no reason to flatter the Ozeths — made it land differently. But the fear remained. "But please, promise me. You won't tell Deimon." "I won't. I promise." Seraphina gave a small smile. "Don't tell me you are still terrified of that arrogant Alpha?"

She tilted her chin upward, her lips meeting mine in a deep, possessive kiss that sealed the promise under the morning sky. The phantom ache of her silver scar was completely dead, replaced by the burning, unyielding strength of the Midnight Eclipse line. The vipers had run out of territory, the contracts were burned to ash, and as the wind rustled through the western fields below us, I knew with absolute certainty that the future of the Crescent Warriors belonged entirely to my Luna.

Thankful that I can't feel anything anymore. My name is Cassandra Wright I'm 18 years old and this is my story, my life. I am from the Crescent moon pack or should I say I was until I had to run for my life. The Crescent moon pack is one of the largest packs in America and has some of the strongest warriors. My father is a werevolve and the Alpha of the pack my mother was something different a hybrid vampire-witch. And what does that make me you wonder I'm one of a kind a werewolve, witch and vampire. I'm a tribrid.

Crescent City Pack The council chambers were full as Alphas and their entourages mingled. The wives were mainly in the spectators’ seats. But several Alphas were now including them in their staff. The wife of the Beta to a neighboring pack to Crystal River handed a bag to Celeste. “Beignets from Café du Monde. I hear you have a sweet tooth.” Greedily Celeste accepted the bag, “You are my new best friend.” “Until her actual best friend gets here, or someone else gives her sweets,” Wyatt teased as he brushed powdered sugar off his wife’s face and growing belly. “Or she runs out.”