Crescent Love Novels & Stories

"Chorlette. Okay, fine I will not hate you, but something is wrong" "No.." "Tell me" I insisted. "Okay, but.. You have to promise me one thing.." "Ok, I will.." "Okay then first promise me that you will say yes to Astrid" "What? Why would you say that?" "Because.. Because.. I don't want Astrid to be sad anymore.. You know its my cousin's fault.. So.." she said. She seemed disgusted by him. "But the doctor said that she shouldn't be in any relationship. That's the reason I-"

We ate in companionable silence for a while, the flavors of the food heightened by the serenity of our surroundings. After a while, I turned to him. “So, what’s the story behind this place?” Edward leaned back, his gaze drifting to the spring. “Legend says Lunaris Spring was created by a tear from the Moon Goddess herself. She wept for a pair of lovers—one human, one werewolf—who were cursed to never touch. Desperate to be close, the lovers prayed to her, and she answered. She created the spring as a place where their love could exist without barriers. The water, they say, carries her blessing, ensuring any bond formed here is unbreakable.”

The sky was a flawless blue, and the ocean sparkled like a massive gem. ‘Celeste, is your new world treating you well?’ I reluctantly placed the urn in its resting place together with a bouquet of her favorite baby’s breath and some peanut sesame candy she loved. Sutton approached, gripping my arm tightly. “Let me say goodbye to Celeste, please.” I fixed him with a cold stare, prying his pale fingers off one by one. “You’re not worthy.” His voice grew agitated. “After all this time, after everything I’ve done, you still can’t forgive me?”

Selene said. “Come with me to Crescent,” I said fearfully. Selene shook her head vigorously. “No,” she said without hesitation. "Crescent is no longer my home, and I would never go back with you. I love myself, and I want my baby to know what that means, no matter what legacy I have." “You can't tell me that everything you felt for me died; something must have been left there,” I said in desperation before I walked over to her and grabbed her shoulders to make her look at me. “Something you must feel.”

He opened his mouth, probably taken aback that I can easily agree to the fact that I’m a loose night woman but he knows the truth and if he’s wise enough like he think he is. He should understand that this is my defence mechanism, I’m going to say and use anything and everything to debunk his theory, the one that makes him think no woman can ignore his charm. “I don’t live okay! I have tried to live with your crazy cousin or whoever he is to you and it didn’t end well. You all are the same, just imagine what we are discussing now!” “Am I here to fall in love or do my side of our contract, this is business and you should stick with it, we shouldn’t be discussing this. Please respect yourself

“Tristan was your cousin. Not just your rival. Your blood. He knew what you were. That’s why he feared you. That’s why he hunted you. The prophecy said the true heir of Crescent would rise in fire. And you did.” I staggered back like I’d been hit. Crescent. I’d heard the name. Every rogue had. The oldest pack in the northern territories. Once ruled by a line of alphas so strong, they didn’t need alliances—they were the alliance. Until the bloodshed. Until a child vanished. Until Tristan took over with stories of tragedy and fate. That child was me? “Why now?” I rasped. “Why are you just showing your face now?” Her eyes softened, and I saw a flicker of sadness. “Because the prophecy only awak

Recognition without affection. *Sometimes, the bond manifested as obsession on one side and resistance on the other.* *Sometimes, it manifested as dominance.* *Sometimes as destruction.* I sat very still. The room felt quieter than before. Not peaceful. Pressurized. Like the air before a storm. I scrolled again. *>>>>>>“It is theorized that the crescent serves as both marker and trigger. A reminder etched into flesh, dormant until activated by proximity to its counterpart.” Activated. I glanced at my shoulder again, my fingers lifting as if of their own accord, hovering just above the skin.

Once outside, Flora Amor greeted everyone with a radiant smile. Camera flashes erupted from every direction as she stepped onto the peach carpet. She waited for her mother, then slipped her arm through hers, and together they walked down the aisle. Whispers followed them, but Flora Amor searched for only one face. Another song filled the air—LOVE OF MY LIFE by Jim Brickman. She felt weightless, as if floating. The lyrics seemed to be Dixal’s unspoken vow, sung straight from his heart. When she looked at him, he was staring back, unmoving. She caught him bowing his head, discreetly wiping away a tear.

The atmosphere was vibrant with love, and as the ceremony began, the pack's Beta, Severus, stepped forward, his deep voice resonating through the clearing. He spoke eloquently about the power of love, the strength it bestowed upon individuals, and the unity it fostered within the pack. His words were not just mere rhetoric; they were a testament to the transformative power of love that had healed wounds and united hearts within the Silver Crest Pack. Elena and Iris stood hand in hand beneath a beautifully adorned arch, their eyes locked in a gaze that spoke volumes. Their smiles radiated happiness, and their love for each other illuminated the entire clearing.

Liz Walters couldn’t control her tears. She didn’t want Adrian to prove his love for her. He’d proven himself enough. Still, she could sense the conflict building between her grandpa and Adrian. None of them would accept defeat this readily. If her grandpa was arrogant, Adrian was stead-fast. And once Adrian had been challenged, there would be no going back unless her grandpa… But that was impossible knowing his nature… “Fine, I accept your love,” her grandpa declared, meeting her eyes.