Crescent Moon Book Series Novels & Stories

Again, thank you so much, and have a wonderful new year! More Books by me: Under the Moon Series: Book1 - Under the Pale Moon (vampire LGBT+) Book2 - Under the Blue Moon (werewolf LGBT+) Book 3 - Under the Crimson Moon (dragon-shifter LGBT+) Wed to the Alpha (fluffy romance/fantasy/werewolf) I am Not Your Love Story (CEO/richman LGBT+) Adventures of the Crown Series: Book1 - The Purple Wolf and the Enerawyn (fantasy/adventure, hints of LGBT+)

and watch out for this title **Heir of Blood and Moon** *The Blood Moon Cycle, Book Two* ---

Estelle’s POV Crescent Moon was exactly the same as I remembered it to be. I arrived just before dawn, before the first rays of the morning spilled through the clouds. In my hand was a small duffel bag that I had used to pack up a few clothes since I wouldn’t be needing much. And of course, I stole a couple of books from Zen’s study—the books he has been using to research on me, apparently. I wasn’t coming here because I accepted any goddamn apology from them. I hadn’t even wanted to, but if I really wanted to understand what I was, and the powers I had, I had to make sure I understood them enough to get my revenge.

No birds, No insects, Only that gentle whisper. “This way…” At last I entered a small clearing I had never seen before. In its center stood an ancient stone arch, half swallowed by vines. The same crescent symbol was carved into its weathered surface. My pendant grew warm… Not painfully, Almost… joyfully. I reached toward the carving, about to touch it. “Stop.” Darius’s voice cut through the silence, jolting me back to reality. I gasped for air and spun around to face Darius.

I didn't think such a book would contain something powerful than I thought. According to the ancient wisdom in the book, 'if a cherished deceased wolf is bathed under the moonlight with the blood of her parents, a miraculous resurrection will unfold.' That ends the paragraph. My eyes opened and I understood to some extent how that could be of use. Since the blood can bring about resurrection, 'What will happen to the person that his/her blo od is extracted?' I couldn't really answer that question. I am more than confused at this point.

"We can finally meet the Goddess and be saved from all of this..." Celeste, however, had other ideas. She made me stand up and keep walking even though the pain was indescribable. But at least we were getting further from the river. Forsaken don't like water for some reason, but that doesn't mean they've given up. Hopefully the water washed enough of my scent away that I can die alone in peace. Soon after, about five wolves encircle me and I realize what that funny feeling was. I had passed into someone's territory and these were their warriors. “I… no….. harm,” comes from my breathless body.

It came by once in a thousand years, and was very very rare to find the chosen seed that had it. There it was with her sister. There was the crescent moon symbol on her shoulder. She was the chosen one, she was born under the eclipsing moon. She clenched her fists and stopped midway. "Do you want to kill me still?" Nova asked her. She found it weird that she could read her thoughts without any difficulties. It was always hard for her to read her grandmother's, nor that of the man with the crimson eyes she had seen that night. Watching her sister lost in thoughts, she was always quick to grasp whatever it was she said to herself.

There was some sort of writing on the book’s cover, but I didn’t understand whatever language it was. “Open it.” I heard a faint whisper. “Did you say something, Aisling?” I turned to my sister, but she shook her head. Her eyes were as wide as saucers watching me unpack the trunk. I turned my attention back to the book, and as I reached out to touch the book, a necklace fell out of the silk. I curiously picked up the chain. It had a dark brown leather cord and heavy brass crescent moon dangling off of it. Black gems encrusted the moon, making it beautiful in an eerie kind of way.

As the Blood Moon drew near with it might over the curse, my pack was inflicted by the curse, making many weak and impossible to shift. We were really running out of time now, we needed to get our Luna back. 'Hang in there my little witch, I'm coming.' . . . ****Author's note**** Okay besties, the long awaited Blood Moon is the next chapter, any thoughts? Don't forget to give me your comments and votes, you guys rock! Also, my other book --Alpha Kaden: The Primordial Hybrid-- just began, please do check it out in my profile. Thank you. Brace tight as we approach the end of the beginning, grab your tissue too :,(

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.