Crescent Moon Book Series Novels & Stories

“There might be an answer hidden inside the forbidden book.” Without waiting for the board members to dismiss the crowd, the four of us quietly slipped away from the field. We hurried across the courtyard and ran straight to Eileen’s dorm room. The moment the heavy wooden door shut behind us, I rushed over to the small desk. I pulled out the book from its hiding spot and tossed it onto the mattress. I sat down and began to flip through the weathered, yellowed pages immediately, my fingers searching for any mention of the glowing dome. Finally, my eyes landed on a section containing faded illustrations of a fractured crescent symbol. It was a part in the book that explicitly talked about the

That was the start of the tragedy that unfolded next. The Silverplume pack was the most powerful among all the northern wolf packs. Ever since the first matriarch, fewer than ten pairs of twins had been born in the Northern Wolflands. The birth of Uriel and Carlin proved that the Moon Goddess had blessed the Silverplume pack. Thus, they enjoyed much glory. Alas, the Moon Goddess seemed to have made it so that this glorious fate came with a price. Now that Uriel was gone, to avoid the downfall of the pack, they would have to resort to something rather extreme and taboo.

Where once there had been a twisted, uneven scar—a white line earned in pain and layered with foreign magic—now there shone a clear, *intentional* shape. Centered on her forehead, just above and between her brows, a crescent moon curled. Not thick and cartoonish. Thin. Fine. Sharp-tipped. Its horns pointed upward, cradling an invisible sky. The skin within the crescent glowed a luminous, deep blue, like the richest part of twilight. Threads of that same blue radiated faintly into the surrounding skin, veins of light pulsing gently with each heartbeat. The crescent was not ink. Not paint.

The palace filled with visitors, other pack daughters, noble and eager, their smiles sugared with venom. “Luna Selene, such elegance.” “You will bring strength to the Crescent Throne.” “You’ll give us heirs one day. The Goddess always rewards devotion.” Where were they before? When I was bleeding under the healer’s knife, praying to the Moon Mother for a miracle? Now they bowed. Hypocrisy wore perfume and pearls. I escaped to the gardens that afternoon, needing air that didn’t reek of deceit. The moonflowers were blooming white, fragrant, fragile. I touched one and thought how easily beauty broke when handled too roughly.

She took a book from the bedside table, and I noticed it was the book that Cyrus had given when she had started working at the company. I didn't want to read it, but it was hard to refuse her request "Everything has its history, and so does the moon creature. The creatures of the moon are one of the strongest supernaturals born from Mene, and guided by Selene……" I kept on reading and stopped when I noticed her even breathing. "Good night Riley" I whispered, giving her a light kiss on her forehead, and suddenly I noticed someone in the room. I threw the book at him and he dodged it, smirking at me.

Alpha Leander stomped into his throne room, fuming with Helia trailing behind him. "Sebastian!" He yelled as he sat on his throne and a lanky young lad rushed into the throne room and knelt before him. "When will be the next full moon night?" "A month from now," the lad answered. "How are our spies doing?"

Surprisingly, the door opened without any resistance and officer Hillary watched as she walked in slowly, like someone in a trance. He began to run to his friend at once, eager to save her from whatever was drawing her inside. He doubted this was going to end well for either of them. Once inside, he was met with some eerie ominous music that sounded very odd to his ears. Officer Hilary looked around for the source of the ominous music but he could not find a visible record player. All he could find were various colors of candles arranged in a semi-circle around a graven image that looked like something cut out from one of Michelangelo's works. He was not sure which one exactly it was. Michel

I state. Hectate and I both chuckle at my last comment. It is true the girls were not happy, and they let me know about it. I already knew they were pissed about not being able to come and check on the pack, but I listened to their whining. Chris and I had talked a few days before, and he told me all about it. I could tell he was annoyed that they were complaining, but he just agreed with them. I know all the problems they have been dealing with are also starting to piss him off. I know he wanted to wipe out the dark fae a few thousand years ago, but his sisters talked him out. Hecate stays for about an hour, and then it is just me. I smile when I see a swarm of kids climb out of the

“Your mother never told you what your blood is.” The mark on my wrist burned beneath the cloth like it agreed. Kieran’s voice went lower. “That’s why they wanted you in the Moon Cages.” Moon Cages. The words turned my stomach to ice. “What are those?” Dax’s mouth tightened. “A prison. Moon-silver and bone magic. For wolves that don’t obey.” Above us, stone trembled—scraping, dragging. The tracker had found the door. Dax’s hand closed around my wrist, steady. “You opened this gate once,” he said. “You can open deeper.”

The wounds seemed to be healing, but for some reason they stopped. "What is going on? It looks like they were healing until you came over here then it stopped." We stood there for a moment while I noticed a moon tattoo or mark on her right wrist. "Hey, move over here for a bit. I want to see something." "Alright, I am not really sure why but fine." As I moved toward my brother and the light of the moon hits her back and not only did the mark on her wrist glowed, but her back started healing once more.