Novel & Cerita Crescent Rose

Ten years ago, I brought my distant cousin Sofia to New York after finding her cornered by her stepfather's creditors in an old Sicilian port. I taught her English, etiquette, and the laws of our world. I even introduced her to my fiancé, Alessandro Moretti. On the eve of our wedding, I found a secure family thread on my brother's computer—a thread that excluded me. My mother had written, "Sofia is pregnant. Are you really going through with tomorrow's wedding?" Alessandro replied, "The legal marriage is hers. The ceremony and the Moretti name will be Isabella's." That was when I learned they’d already gotten legally married. Our wedding was meant to seal a truce between two Mafia families a

He opened it to reveal a breath-taking silver necklace holding a brilliant, custom-made crest. I gasped softly, leaning in to look closely at the intricate design. In the center of the shimmering silver pendant was a beautiful, blooming rose—symbolizing my human heritage, my softness, and my family line. Surrounding the rose, holding it with protective, loving power, was a magnificent, royal wolf crescent moon made of pure emeralds, representing his royal bloodline and my status as Luna. "A crest created just for you," Lukas whispered close to my ear, his broad hands gently fastening the chain around my neck. "To honor where you came from, and the royal queen you are today."

A few things he has said come back to me, talking about being the person he needs to be, knowing who he is and how he needs to step up… Is there more to the Arden’s? I smile softly as I gaze at my beautifully healed mark. There’s a crescent moon, with a large snowflake set against a glowing rising sun. At the base of the crescent is a cluster of roses, one larger white rose with smaller red roses around it and leaves. The roses rest above a crown and going right through the centre of the mark, is a sword, with a sun and moon on the hilt. It’s equally a powerful mark, as it is beautiful. My cheeks burn as last night replays in my mind. I feel fulfilled, content and… at peace.

I’d only seen it in pamphlets before, but in person, Crescent Howl Academy was both breathtaking and cruel. Towering glass buildings rose high in the distance—those were the Alpha dorms, no doubt. Isolated. Untouchable. The courtyard beneath was lined with elegant pathways, pristine flower beds, and benches carved with the academy’s crest: a crescent moon wrapped in a thorned vine. I walked slowly, taking mental notes. Left of the main courtyard: the amphitheater. Straight ahead, the admin hall. To the right, I caught sight of the combat grounds—empty for now, but probably a bloodbath during training sessions.

Rose asked cheerfully. "You're a witch, aren't you?" Rose's bright smile faded a bit. "I'm sure you're mistaken because of all this." She waved her hands about, gesturing to the items on display around the shop. "This is just for you tourists. Lunar Crest has quite the reputation." She giggled. "I'm not a tourist, so no need to lie. Anyway, I need something that can trigger a swift and painless abortion." Rose's smile faded completely. "Why would you want that, dear? A child is a gift and—"

A ripple in the air. Something ancient had moved. I stormed toward Rose’s room without thinking, the door flying open under my hand. My eyes went straight to her. And then... I saw the mark. My world stopped. That symbol. That wolves, sacred symbol. The crescent moon. It glowed on her back like it had always belonged there. Impossible. My body moved before my mind caught up. In a blink, I was in front of her, my hand closing around her neck. Not crushing..

Then she saw it. A symbol carved into the stone. A crescent moon split down the center, with three claw marks beneath it. Kane felt her throat tighten. “What is that?” Adrian stared at the symbol, his face darkening. “The mark of the Crescent Order.” Kane frowned. “Who are they?” “Hunters who believe wolves should never have existed,” Adrian said. “But they are not simple hunters. They are fanatics. They were founded centuries ago to wipe out the Bloodborn. They believe the Bloodborn bloodline is a curse.”

"Your father just has spare princess apartments lying around?" "We're a royal family. We have spare everything." He stopped at a set of double doors carved with more of those crescent moons. "I had them prepare these for you specifically. Thought the symbolism might help you feel less like a prisoner." "I am a prisoner though. A really well-dressed one." "You're under protection. There's a difference." "Is there?" He pushed open the doors. I stopped breathing. The room was gorgeous. Huge windows overlooking the city. A bed that could fit five people. Tapestries on the walls showing women in armor, women on thrones, women commanding armies. All of them had the crescent moon mark on their face

The warm atmosphere chilled significantly at the interruption. The waiter stood there awkwardly, holding the roses, unsure whether to do as she said. When Heather remained silent, he chose to leave silently. This did not deter Charles at all. He continued to send a bouquet of roses, pink this time, to her studio every single day. None of the bouquets even made it inside; they were disposed of in the trash can almost immediately. At another art exhibition, Charles confronted Heather at the entrance and demanded why she refused to accept his flowers.

Its petals shimmered with an otherworldly iridescence, shifting between shades of silver and pale blue as if capturing the very essence of moonlight. Lilly's heart raced as she realised what she was looking at. Moon Roses, the legendary flower of the Moon Goddess herself, were only meant to bloom once in a lifetime, but now a second one had appeared in front of her. At least while she wasn’t in a trance at first, and this one was like the first one, not like the three that everyone thought might be some kind of countdown.