Crescent Moon Book Series Novels & Stories

Sapphire gave me an assuring smile. "Three hours till the moon rises fully in the sky," Creed said checking his watch. "Try to relax." I walked over to Mia and kissed her on the forehead as Sapphire placed her into her crib. "Please don't leave the house tonight," I said to Elias and Jordan. "Don't worry about us," Jordan said quite confidently, "Liam will be here with the wolfsbane shortly." Creed entwined our fingers. "Come with me quickly?" He asked and I looked up at him to see a mischievous glint in his forest-green eyes.

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I watched the moon grow fatter through the mouth of the cave, counting the days until the inevitable. Then came the night of the Blood Moon. It hung in the sky like a bruised eye, fierce and alluring. This was the night the Moonlight Howl went feral. It was the peak of the heat cycle, a time when the pack’s inhibitions dissolved into a chaotic blur of lust. Normally, I would have been in the Moonlight Hall, locked in Ahri’s arms. But even with the bond shredded, the connection hadn't fully dissolved. The Moon Goddess was playing a cruel game.

My grandmother's handwriting was tight and urgent, written during one of her most intense visions. *The darkness awakens. It has slept for a century, gorged on stolen light, but now it stirs again. It will hunt the children of the moon. It will find them one by one and drain them until nothing remains but empty shells. Two wolves stand between salvation and destruction. Two Alphas, bound to the fate of the Lunar. One will fall. One will rise. And the wolf who carries moonlight in her veins will decide which fate comes to pass.* "This is about me," Sera said quietly.

When I finally step into the hallway, the whispers return, softer this time but heavier. “She’s cursed.” “The rulers marked her. She won’t last the week.” “The curse of the Moon is already taking hold.” I clutch the edge of my apron and walk faster, ignoring the chill that slides down my spine. Because deep down, I know they’re right. Something inside me is changing. My dreams have been darker, filled with whispers I can’t understand and glowing chains that pulse beneath my skin. And every time one of them—Kaelen, Valrik, or Caelir—gets too close…the mark on my throat burns hotter.

I agreed. “Okay. So we know why Darkness and light stopped being reborn. But what’s the next part mean. Born under the crescent moon a new Darkness? I know the black wolf has a crescent mark. Is it saying the Darkness is back?” Crista’s brow furrowed most adorably.

I knew Bellamy still had those papers to get pushed through by tomorrow, and I did not want to distract him. Luca was in the media center playing video games, but that was never really my scene. I was more the intellect than the gamer. I decided to get started on reading the latest book that Dad gave me. It was a history of our pack, Blood Moon. We were part of two packs. We were part of the Royal pack since we were Venscothis. We were also part of the Blood Moon pack because that was where our parents were from. It was in that moment which I realized I had never even met my own pack. It did not matter what their intentions were because I felt betrayed. Blood Moon had been in our family sinc

And for the first time in days, Crescent Bloodmoon feels almost… normal. Almost.

“It’s here.” I push her back inside the house, and we both rush to Hazel’s room. “It’s happening. I don’t know how, but she’s brought on the red moon. This is happening now!” Aspen shouts, everyone in the room just stares at us. “We need to move!” I shout, but everything feels like it’s moving in slow motion. We aren’t ready. But that’s what they’re hoping for. They want this. Hazel runs over to her shelves of books. Running her hands over the spines, trying to find something.

Knew I needed to think, she always knew, and closed the door gently, didn’t ask me to join the party or eat or anything else people say when they’re helpless. I sat with what she told me. It’s old. Older than our pack, older than the Elders. From a time before clan borders, before bloodlines were tracked, when wolves ran wild, mixing and crossing. A mark that showed up every few generations, a crescent on the right shoulder, visible only when the wolf’s power spiked. Old texts called it the Bloodmoon Mark. Elders called it a problem. Because this wolf didn’t just carry power; she changed things.