Crescent Rose Novels & Stories

The wax melted slowly, dripping in a thick, fragrant puddle onto the center fold of the parchment. Before the wax could cool and harden, Aria took the heavy silver stamp resting on the corner of her desk. It bore the new, official crest of Moonrise, the same emblem Silas had carved into the Stone of Vows at the summit. A crescent moon, gently cradling a blooming winter-rose. She pressed the cold silver firmly into the hot wax. The crest settled perfectly into the green pool, leaving a crisp, permanent impression.

This is when I find out if they really believe in me. We took a vote and decided on a name for our newly registered pack, the first in this generation of Crescent University packs to become official. The campus secret society we're connected to will still go by the Underground, but our pack, our family, will be called Black Rose Pack. Our Luna, Billie, is our black rose, beautiful and sinister to her enemies.

She jerked awake before dawn, gasping. Tomorrow was gala day. *** By six p.m. the mansion pulsed with silk gowns and whispered conspiracies. Crystal chandeliers turned champagne into molten gold. Inés floated among guests, tray balanced, smile welded in place. Alonso worked the room like a favorite son. Alejandro lingered at the edges, predator-still. Thiago? Absent so far. Halfway through the event, Alejandro’s gaze snagged hers across the ballroom. Steel met flint. He inclined his head toward a side corridor, summoning.

In other aspects, we are all the same. They call us Royal Consorts. Women of the rarest breed. Werewolves trained from birth to be a worthy Luna. We were all recommended to be wed to a purebred Alpha and not just any Alpha, but to a Lacroix. Cinco's savior. The last time I saw him was on his 6th birthday. From what I remember years ago, the future Alpha had short ruffled black hair. And try as I might, that's the only thing I can recall about his features. His birthday was celebrated at the square, everyone had a chance to eat portioned meals that were actually seasoned with spices. As a Royal Consort, I was free to eat whatever I wanted as long as I keep track of it. Every calorie equals an

Reshape the Future The Crescent moon hung high and silver, bathing the packlands in soft light. Crescent wolves had worked tirelessly to rebuild what the attack had broken, and now their labor bore fruit. Lanterns lined the pathways, flowers draped over carved stone arches, and wolves in their finest stood shoulder to shoulder, their voices hushed with awe. Because tonight wasn’t just a wedding. It was rebirth.

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