Crescent Rose Novels & Stories

"The Ascension Rite?" "Think of it like a regular Alpha Ascension — the kind the Crescent performs under a Crimson Moon, but deeper, more complicated." He paused, letting her picture it. "More spiritual. It's not just ceremony, Anna, it's a tether — a rite that channels divine power directly from the Lunar goddess to the Alpha Supreme. It binds the title to the wolf properly, seals it." He looked at her steadily. "I never went through it." "Why not?" "The wolf-birth."

Maybe it was because she was a witch… But she said she tried her best to separate her werewolf life from her witch life. So in the way she described it, she said she did not hold on tight to the rose. She sat cross legged on the field and placed it on the palm of her hand. The idea was to allow the rose follow her willingly because the moon goddess did not approve of taking the rose forcefully like I did. If the powers in the field saw you worthy, then they would allow the rose follow you. And taking more than one was greed so you were only allowed one, after a period of 4 days you are allowed to come for the next.

“The Crescent Alliance is not like any other group you’ve dealt with, Sera. They have their own set of rules, their own code of conduct. You’re going to need to tread carefully.” “I know that,” I said, trying to keep the frustration out of my voice. “But you know them better than I do. What do I need to know?” He smirked, leaning forward slightly. “First of all, you need to understand that the Crescent Alliance values strength above all else. They won’t respect you if they see you as weak or desperate. You need to present yourself as someone who has something to offer, not someone who’s begging for help.”

Flowers bloom along the edge of the symbols, bright and soft, then wilt within seconds, sinking into the soil as if offering themselves to the ritual. The air crackles, faintly and brief like a warning. Kaelith steps into the circle, carrying the Crescent Blade. The blade is old and simple, shaped like the thin edge of a crescent moon. It is the sign of obedience and service. She places it in the center of the circle, then kneels beside it. She presses her forehead to the ground. She speaks in a whisper. "Let the path open. Let the light hold her. Let nothing dark steal her before her name is spoken."

I smiled, looking at the mark. It was a crescent moon with a lotus flower resting on the moon with five lunar phases under the crescent, precisely the same pattern as Nova’s markings. “I suppose so. It’s fitting. The lunar cycle is on Nova’s chest, and the lotus is the symbol you picked for your shop as your favorite flower.” John nodded. “Exactly. So then mine is your family crest?” I asked, shifting to look at myself.

I asked for clarity. “Yes, the crescent jewel is also one of our greatest strengths. It fills the one who possesses it with the power to command everything in and of the Forest, it also fills its master with more strength and power to protect the pack.” I was almost done with making my spray as it only remained for me to strain the liquid out of the petals. “Why is it called the Crescent jewel instead of the Bluemoon jewel?” I asked looking up from what I was doing. “That is because it was found in Crescent before it got renamed.” She put down the pot of soup from the stove before turning to face me.

Celeste’s fingers trembled as she clutched the small bouquet of wildflowers Kaelan had given her earlier. The pale blue petals with silver edges were already starting to wilt at the tips, but she couldn’t bring herself to set them down. They sat on the small table beside her bed like a fragile reminder that the ruthless Alpha of Ravencrest had done something unexpectedly gentle.

He sat up with my help, a confused look on his face. "Who are you?" He rasped. "I'm here to tell you what I know about the crescent sword. We don't have much time, so I'm going to be quick" she told him and he frowned. "The crescent sword is the only sword that can get rid of deities like Hera. It earned it's name from both the fact that a beam of the crescent blue moon had taken part in it's creation, and the sword possesses the shape of a crescent. It was last seen in the mountains of the king of the undead"

As he and Rayne threaded their way passed thick foliage into the clearing that had once been the Palace's great courtyard, he slipped back in time to see the breath-taking vision it had once been. They halted by a crumbling wall that was now at mere ankle height, however his mind's eye saw the gracefully curving crescent moon construction that had been three feet high and made of the palest limestone. In a hushed voice he spoke, bringing to life an era long passed to his silent mate. "The crescent moon was our family's crest. All who saw it knew it signified the Royal House of Ardweni, our great grandmother, and the first of the Vampire Queens. It was the symbol of all that was right in our

and unlocked the door. He moved her going away from him...he was looking at her without blinking and taking in her beautiful and gorgeous self.. Her white coat that is her pride and signifies her hardwork to her patients, was held in her one hand... Her purse in other hand... A stethoscope, that was, is and maybe will be her favourite jewellery that she always carried around with her, was around her neck.... She was beauty with brains in herself. A perfect combination... No wonder his mom loves her more than him and would stay unhappy everytime Kiara or anyone bought up the topic of their marriage ceremony to be held...