Crescent City Fanfiction Novels & Stories

Something worse. Like he had made a decision. “Not anymore,” he said. My heart skipped. “What does that mean?” He didn’t answer immediately. Instead he turned away, walking toward the window like he was thinking too fast to stand still. Behind him, the city lights flickered across his face. Then he spoke again. “I’m going to Crescent Pack.” The words hit me like a shock. “What?” I whispered. Damian turned back slowly. “You’re not going alone.” Panic rose instantly. “No. No, that will make everything worse. If Fernando sees you—”

"I'm suggesting we don't give up before we even start. Who knows? Maybe we'll end up liking each other." "You're insane." "Says the girl who broke into a military garrison this morning to eavesdrop on royal conspiracies." I couldn't help it. I laughed. Actually laughed despite everything. "Okay," I said. "We'll try. But if this turns out to be a nightmare, I'm blaming you." "Deal." The carriage rolled through the city gates. Toward the palace. Toward whatever came next. I looked out the window at the burning temple, at the soldiers patrolling the streets, at the people staring at our royal carriage.

I am really learning stuff from the vampires. “This place is so stuffy” he said settling in. “This ain’t your billoinaire’s mansion” I scoffed. “It sure isn't” He studied me for a while, and like always I knew he wanted to say something. “Lyall?” I called. “You look drenched sis” Guess now is the moment of truth, my safe zone is here with me. “Lots to say Lyall” “Start with that basics” “Crescent has been acting odd, he is ghosting me” I told him.

I know that leaving Callum and the Moonshadow Pack behind will be the hardest thing I've ever done, but I also know that it's the only way I can truly protect myself and my child. As I step into the cool night air, the moon casting a soft glow on the world around me, I take the first step toward my new life – a life away from Crescent Valley, away from the Moonshadow Pack, and away from Callum. It's a journey into the unknown, filled with both hope and fear, but I know that I must face it with courage and determination, for the sake of my child and for the chance at a brighter future.

Suppose he’s doing his best to stay as far away from Annalise as possible. It’s crazy how most all the guys and even Calissa from the ancient crescent moon pack have established relationships with the few girls we have in our pack. Dante and Zariah can’t seem to keep their hands off of each other. They have this moonstruck glow about them any time they are close to one another. Jarek and Calissa have also grown close. Then you have Declan, who has captured Xena’s heart. Not that I like what’s going on with Yarrah, but she’s bouncing between the twin gamma’s of the crescent moon pack Sloan and Tavish. Would be the craziest thing if everyone wound up being mates. Pulling Annalise into a tight

All I have to do is open my heart to love him and then see what happens later. “You’re right, Keren. I should be grateful. I mean, look at this place” I said, spinning around. “It’s like a whole city. This is ten times the size of Crescent Pack. And it’s so beautiful. Becoming the Luna of this place wouldn’t be such a bad idea, you know”

" I followed her out of the cell and into the hallway. By the time we stepped into the hallway, it was already packed with vampires in their familiar red cloaks. I freaked, the familiarity of the scene causing nausea in the pit of my stomach. They were more than I could count. With their red cloaks and black garments, they approached us, their sharp canines and claws on full display. I looked to Aurora for the same panicked expression, but her face was relaxed. Too relaxed. And a smirk slipped across her lips. "By the way, did I ever tell you that I was an Alpha in my pack before I got kicked out?"

But even as I delved into the technical details, my mind continued to circle back to the idea of alliances, unity, and the prospect of a reformed White Moon Pack. Leaning back in my chair, my thoughts wandered back to the upcoming Crescent Festival. My mind drifted to Michelle again. The prospect of attending the Crescent Festival with her appealed to me. She was human, so there might be a challenge there, but I could imagine us walking together. The scent of her so close to me, the warmth of her skin against mine. I pondered what she might wear, the way her smile might light up the evening, and the graceful confidence that would radiate from her on my arm.

“The city, Bastion, Orion. Men who promise to protect you while quietly preparing to sacrifice you.” “No,” I say automatically. But doubt coils anyway. The room changes. I gasp as the world reshapes itself around me. Crescent Falls it once again whole and untouched. Lanterns glow softly along the streets instead of flames burning in broken down buildings and crumbling stone. The cult markings are gone. There is laughter rather than screams. My breath catches and my heart aches for the familiar sights of home. Bastion stands at the center of it all, alive and strong, sunlight catching in his hair. I’m beside him on a balcony of black stone veined with gold, my hand resting easily in his. Behi