Crescent Love Novels & Stories

I put it in my pocket and enters the mansion. The place suddenly changes. I saw West upstairs with Cresia. He holds Cresia’s tummy and kisses it. Am I seeing the past? I clutch my hand in my chest. Why do I hear my heart breaking into pieces? Why do I feel sudden jealousy upon seeing them? “You are the only woman I will love; I can’t imagine my life with another woman,” West said and give her a peck on the lips. “Promise?” Cresia asks. “Promise love,”

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?”

I sent him love, hope, and forgiveness. He blinked, understanding in those liquid silver eyes, and tears glided down his cheeks. “Freya…” I leaned forward and kissed him deeply. He wrapped me in his arms. “I love you. I want only you.” He whispered against my skin a promise, a vow. When I leaned back and looked between my breasts, there were two crescent moons facing each other, equals, with two long twists that shot out from each side of the outer edge of the moons. It was a soft rose color. It was beautiful.

I was in love with her before my memory loss, that I can tell and even now I am still in love with her, and Ashra help me that I don't break rules because of this maiden. Her fingers fisted my shirt to my back, my hips pinning her to the door. I deepened the kiss, drinking in her taste. She lifted her hand…a moment of hesitation…and then she slipped it to the back of my head. My hair slid through her fingers. The electric sparks of desire shot straight down my back, pulsing where our hips connected.

He sighed. "He can love me but you shouldn't..." She frowned at him. "I don't care about the curse, Augustus... I am a human and sooner or later I am going to die... I am not greedy for a long life but whatever I have left, I want to live it with you... With your love..." She sighed. "I don't know why my life is like this, Since childhood I am deprived of love... I want you to love me for whatever days I have left with me... Can you do that?"

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.

Inside: blood from the four founding families mixed with shadow water—a binding ritual. He drank. It tasted like rust , earth and ancient power. "I, Selene Vance!," the High Priestess proclaimed, her voice thundering, "High Priestess of the Crescent, hereby ascend you, Deimon Ashworth the Fifth. Rise, glorious Alpha!" The words unlocked something primal.

Crescent’s Pov Crescent means death. But this felt worse than death itself. The way his eyes had darkened. The way he stared at me as if I was nothing but an imposter. It broke me. Tore through me in pieces that I never knew existed. For the first time I wished I wasn’t this person I didn’t have these powers, I was just Cory. Plain old cory who had nothing but being shy around Anton. I looked in the direction he had gone, maybe I should chase after him.

I can’t take any more heartbreak today. “She’s more than okay,” Arnold says, lowering his hand to reveal a wide smile. “Heavens, I never thought I’d see one in my lifetime.” “What? See one what?” Arnold reaches out and touches one of Stella’s hands. “Congratulations, Nash and Sarah. Your baby is a Crescent Child.” “What does that mean?” Nash asks, sounding suspicious. “A Crescent Child is a rare phenomenon among werewolves,” Arnold explains. “One can only be conceived when two very powerful shifters share an even stronger love.”

Theron's POV The day of the event was finally here. This is the day I officially put Twilight on the map. Another success to celebrate. Many of my past lovers have been calling nonstop to accompany me to the event but I turned them all down. I don't want any drama tonight so I decided to just go alone.