Crescent City Series Novels & Stories

Chris began, but Damien interrupted him. “I heard the Crescent pack was attacked last night. Do you have any information about it?” The Crescent pack was large, bigger than the Eclipse pack, but not quite at the grand level the Eclipse pack was aiming for in a few years. “It wasn’t an attack. Some teenagers in the pack snuck out for a night party and came back drunk. They mistakenly triggered the alarm system and nearly paid with their lives.” “Okay, see you tomorrow then,” Damien said dismissively. Chris didn’t budge.

Jayden shouted, waving us over from the edge of the central ring. We walked down the stone steps to meet him. Jayden had a huge, welcoming grin on his face, but his eyes quickly flickered past my shoulder, searching the upper tiers. "Did Kaelen not come down with you?" "He was busy," I said quickly, keeping my voice clipped. "He said something about pack business." Jayden raised an eyebrow but didn't press. "Well, his loss. The heavy weapon splits are about to start. You’re just in time to see how the Crescent Warriors handle close-quarters combat metrics."

Chase Montgomery entered his coordinates into the GPS to check his location. Out here in the middle of nowhere, it could sometimes be hard to tell how far he'd come since the last sign. Next time he would remember to check the odometer. Dammit! Still eighty-eight miles to get to his ranch. He needed a break from his nonstop drive from Colorado. Heading back from the big horse sale in Denver, he was beat and anxious to get to his home not far outside the small town of Saddle Creek, Wyoming. He needed to stable the new horses whinnying impatiently in the trailer, who were just as desperate for a break, too.

Lilith said as she ran out of the kitchen door. Lichen Hills High Library-Lilith had a free period before lunch, so she decided to check out the library. Hopefully, she will be able to look up information. Werewolf bonds and soul mates; from what Demetri had told her that there is a slight chance for a werewolf to have another mate or find their second Mate if the pain of losing or being rejected doesn't kill them. From what she can tell, that bond between Oscar and herself is gone. Her inner wolf doesn't even react to Oscar kissing Brittany heck, and even her inner wolf doesn't even acknowledge him as our Mate anymore. She was pulling out a book with the tale of mate bonds and stories of th

I asked, almost whispering as I could already hear my heart beating so fast while uttering our land―the werewolves land. Old Man Tavo seemed to have not noticed our reactions as he replied. "The Crescent Land is known for the strongest warriors in this world. It is where the werewolves reside. There are different groups they call packs, too. All in all, there is Crescent Falls Pack of the South, Crescent River Pack of the West, Crescent Lake Pack of the East, and Crescent Glacier Pack of the North." My hands unintentionally gripped harder onto my clothes. Old man Tavo continued. "You know I really want to see one, it's always been my wish. I know it's impossible though hehe. But anyway, what

She pestered and pleaded and even though I had already prepared to say no right from the moment she offered it, I agreed. We strolled down the narrow forest and though she was oblivious of how still and strangely quiet the forest was, jumping around and fishing out weird-looking leaf that she called ingredients for the herbs. The moon was a crescent one, shining the little light it offered into the still forest. My mind wasn't settled with the way the forest stilled with no sign of even an owl. And as I followed Aurora right behind, I watched my side and back of anything that could try to attack us.

"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."

No panic, just controlled grace. Dane slipped his hand into Ezra's as they stepped back a little. "Remember our first ceremony? Chaos everywhere." "Now look," Ezra said. "Peaceful. These new wolves will carry it forward." They talked in low voices while the ceremony continued. "Future plans feel solid," Dane said. "Advisor roles, balanced life, maybe that pair system next month." "Start small, grow smart," Ezra agreed. "And nights like this keep us going. Content with what we created."

her partner, an older gentleman in a perfectly tailored suit, says with an equally white grin, “if you were planning on traveling to the city, think again. You’ll be hard pressed to find a hotel at this point.” His companion laughs. I frown, my lower lip pressed to my mug, as live footage of Moonrise plays across the screen. People are already gathering in the main square in anticipation for this weekend's events–the main events of the festival. I listen as one of the anchors, obviously from Crescent Falls, goes on and on in an attempt to explain the Sacred Rite. Neither of them know the significance. Hell, up until three weeks ago I didn’t understand. Now, all I can think about is whether M

Reagan raised a brow. “Crescent Moon is a prosperous pack, rich with vegetation, topography perfect for fortresses and located in a prime region nestled between mountains and the sea.” He spoke. “That’s just the pros of the land. The members are educated in combat, healing, and foraging. They are neo were-wolves. I dare you to take over them. Take their land and take their loyalty.” Reagan’s lips curled into a crooked grin. “Is that a challenge, Freddie?”