Crescent City Fanfiction Novels & Stories

JERRY'S POV __________________________________ My heart is pounding as if it were trying to escape as I stand in the mansion's hallway with my back to the chilly stone wall. My eyes are burning red, the air is heavy, and it smells of tension and old wood. This alpha curse is itching beneath my skin. Clutching the bloodstone shard in my pocket, I'm sixteen-year-old Jerry, lost in the chaos of Crescent City. The voices in my head—fight, protect, kill—are louder than ever, and it's hot and pulsing like a heartbeat. Sasha is beside me, her blond hair disheveled and her arm covered in blood from our escape from the cartel den. I'm trying to decide whether or not I can trust her after everything a

“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?!”

My fingers flexed, the sizzling sensation was thicker, stronger, and I liked it. “Who are you?” Her voice was low, fear dripping in it. ‘Your worst nightmare,” I sneered. “Kneel,” I ordered, they didn’t stand a chance, they couldn’t fight it. “You are his…” “Jonathan died for killing my mother and so will you,” I said in a low tone, cutting her off, I was done listening to the words that made it out of her lips. I was done. “Cor…” “My name is Crescent!” “Please…”

SIX MONTHS LATER — MAY HAVEN POV Spring in Crescent Lake was just as beautiful as I imagined. The spring festival the pack held on the shore of the lake every year — the one he’d written to me about in the letter I never received — was a blast. I ate more food than I should have and stayed up way too late dancing with Wesley and all our friends and family. And in the early hours of the morning, after we’d gone home, my mate held me close and made love to me, whispering to me and caressing me with the same care and tenderness he’d shown me on our first night together.

And she did welcome them even without knowing much of what happened, so Rose technically owed her one. "Are you sure you don't mind me marrying Jericho?" Rose asked, just to be absolutely sure. "Of course, I mind. Are you kidding me?" Crescent said, glaring at her. Rose tensed, but then the other girl laughed. "I'm kidding. I'm kidding. As I'm sure you've already been told, I'm in love with Ty," Crescent replied, "But that didn't mean that I don't love Jericho. He's like a brother to me, you know. So you better take care of him."

I guess fully mating does that to you. Crescent was back and she was her sassy self, she would always tell me what his wolf wanted and what they were doing, but she fell in love with Venus and I couldn't help but laugh. I still haven't shifted, but Grayson said that was normal and I shouldn't have to shift. He wouldn't tell me why though but didn't seem he would tell me anytime soon.

Practically gift-wrapping herself and sliding across the table. I’d tolerated it. Entertained it, even. But I always knew. She wasn’t it. And Zey? Zey has never liked her. Not once. Not even a little. Still… Crescent Creek is our closest neighboring pack. Small — dangerously small — but they produce warriors that fight like demons. We need them. Which is exactly why this moment could not possibly be worse. Karissa slides up beside me like a snake finding warm stone, her manicured hand settling lightly on my arm.

Chapter One — The Girl Who Burned Bridges The city never slept, not even when the moon was high and full, casting silvery light over the glittering glass towers of Crescent City. Neon signs buzzed. Taxi horns echoed. Humans hurried down sidewalks with coffee in one hand and stress in the other. Somewhere, music thumped from a club basement. And inside a tiny, too-warm coffee shop tucked between a bookstore and a vape lounge, Riley Hart was pretending not to exist.

She waves and I decide to forgive her for being the type of person to push me out the door for a coffee date with a dangerously handsome beast. Sylvester opens the passenger side, and I buckle my seatbelt with shaking hands, still not convinced that this is a good idea. My body reacts strongly to him, a bit too strongly as I cross my legs, an uncomfortable heat building in my core. We drive in silence and I watch the neighborhoods change into densely populated urban spaces and then slowly melt away into sprawling suburbs. Families frolic in yards, some furrier than others, and I marvel at how strangely different, and yet oddly the same parts of Crescent City are to Pleasant Valley. Even thou

All the other warriors are just grateful, it wasn’t them. After dinner I let Violet out for a run and we rounded the border with a few of the patrols, I think I’ve forgotten just how much fun it is to hang out at home, my life has been consumed with tracking down creepers ever since I got my wolf and was old enough to get off the territory without being surrounded by guards. Well except for Calvin, but we used to have a blast when we were friends with benefits. The next day I headed for Crescent Moon, I arrived just as all hell seemed to be letting loose, my cousins are crazy and I’m just glad I don’t live here. I walked inside hearing Abigail voice boom, “you’re leaving me here alone on t