Crescent Rose Novels & Stories

The lavish decorations, the rose petals strewn all over the place, and the magnificent photo of her and Liam hanging on the wall of the living room. "My goodness! Only King Pendragon would be capable of something like this! How generous of him to give a mansion of this size as a wedding gift?" "Look at those rose petals! These aren't normal roses, you know. They're a special species called the Sovereign Rose, and are among the most expensive roses in the world! A single petal costs thousands of dollars!" "Goodness! There are too many petals to count here, it must have cost a fortune! I'm so jealous of Celena!"

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.

Antonia’s POV We arrived at the Crescent Moon pack house, and I helped Nonna out of my car, she’ll be spending a few days here, the 3-hour trip just to get here already has her stiff. I shake my head as their front door flies open, and the smallest pup comes running at full speed towards us. I step aside, knowing exactly who she is heading for and without any trouble, Nonna leans down and catches her in a warm hug. I shake my head as I watch Brooklyn walk hand in hand up the stairs with her. I look at the doorway and Momma Rose stands there with a huge smile on her face. Momma Rose moved here after Shannon became Luna of our pack, wanting to be closer to the daughter who was taken from

[Kaden] "Rose!" I called her as I see her walking out, She didn't seem to hear and I forwn calling her again, louder and suddenly my phone rang I look down texting the guy back and asking him to call me back. "Rose" , She looked at me, but she somehow had this weird frown over her face, She seem tired. But we had to take her with us. I wasn't sure who exactly Aiden's men were after. But I couldn't risk him putting his hands on her.

I breathed. "A sign of hope," Sebastian murmured, stepping closer to examine the rare bloom. "Moon Roses only appear at moments of cosmic significance. They haven't been seen since the fall of the Royal kingdoms." The silvery-blue flower continued to grow before our eyes, unfurling delicate petals that seemed to capture and reflect the light in an almost impossible way. As it reached full bloom, a subtle fragrance filled the room, clean and pure, like the first breath of air after a cleansing rain.

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.

She snuck across the chilly floor and cursed the loud sound of her bare feet peeling off the polished concrete. The door was solid steel with the family crest carved into it, and she anchored her attention on it. Minnow had been taught the history behind the family fleur-de-lis since she was a child. Her fingers trailed over the familiar design. The shape of the crest was a full moon with the outline of a waxing crescent. She was told the moon was said to have the same sovereignty by night that the sun had by day. The waxing crescent reflected the new moon, showing the family were always ready to go forth with new light and added energy.

Crescent nodded, "Good. Because I will kick your ass if you don't. I don't care if you're infinitely stronger than me. I still will definitely kick your ass. So you better suffocate him with your love." Rose tensed at the word love, and Crescent must have sensed it because she narrowed her eyes at Rose again. "You do love him, don't you?" Crescent asked. Rose realized that anything that would come out of her mouth at the moment would be a mistake so she chose to shut her lips instead. Did she love Jericho? What even was love? She just couldn't answer. Crescent sighed at her silence, "That's fine, I guess. I kind of gathered that you guys aren't marrying for love. Lust, maybe...

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.