Crescent City Series Novels & Stories

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.

“And why?” “I don’t know who they were.” Tiffany paused as we turned around at the end of the room and began making our way back toward the other side. By now, I was already feeling well enough to walk on my own, and was able to let go of their arms -- but I still chose to hold Enzo’s arm as we walked, just because I needed to feel his warmth. “The Crescents wanted to take over Mountainview,” she continued. “You see, at the time, the Crescents and the Fullmoons were currently warring over which faction should control the town. Since it’s located right on the border of the werewolf realm…”

We never had this at my old school so it piqued my interest immediately. I was also curious to know if my shifting was still running wild and unable to control and if, perchance, finding my mate had affected it in a positive light. Or if at all, I was a bit close to even figuring out my unique abilities. "I'm pretty sure the Silvermoon and Mystic pack are going to go neck and neck this year, again, especially if there are combat games included," Sera said as she took out a pack of gum, popped one into her mouth and stretched out her hand offering some to us too.

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.

Xavier slowly opened the file, his eyes scanning the title: Mission Report - 201 - Blood Crescent - I

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.

“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?!”

Williams POV This is the city that never sleeps it thrives from street parties to festivals that last for over a week such as Mardi Gras. Crescent City a place in which many supernatural species called home, all living in peace within the territory of Alpha Oliver to the Crescent Pack. This old man was a complete idiot, he should have passed the alpha title down years ago but being as he only had daughters, he refused to give the title to one of their husbands. His pack was one of the weakest this side of the Mississippi. I can’t remember how many times I had to send warriors to aid him when he pissed off rival packs. Because he was weak witches had taken advantage taking complete control of

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.

The crowd found their way to their assigned seats and the large room, filled with approximately two thousand werewolves, fell silent. “Alphas. Lunas. Betas, and distinguished guests. I am Alexander du Monte, and this is my lovely Luna, Cherry. My Beta, Joseph Betancourt, and his mate, Lucille. My Gamma, Tabitha Ming and her mate, Daniel. I am also joined by my healer, Diamond, oracle, Cheyenne and priestess, Ophelia. Welcome to the Crescent City Pack.” There was a thunderous applause punctuated by howls and yips. Alexander raised his hands to silence the crowd.