Crescent The Series Novels & Stories

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

Theo was just still a child who was worried about his parents while pretending he was strong. Uncle Mitch and Aunt Gabi's sons, Daryl and Carl joined us as we crossed the meadow and moved to the large training ground. Carl had a twin, Louis; they were Uncle Carter and Aunt Lizzy's precious sons. We reached the training ground. The smell of sweat lingered around. Warriors from different supernatural kinds sparring with each other. The Crescent Pack had an Elite team composed of several warriors from different kinds and races. That was the best part about the Crescent Moon Pack, it welcomed all supernatural beings irrespective of their kind or race. We had werefoxes, black panthers, weretigers

he said. But I shook my head. “There’s something you need to hear.” My voice trembled slightly, but the urgency behind it was real. Clay leaned closer. “What is it?” I swallowed, forcing my mind to focus despite the fog of pain. “The Crescent Fangs,” I said quietly. Clay frowned. “What about them?” I drew a slow breath. “They are not fading the way we thought.” His expression tightened. “What do you mean?” I met his eyes. “They are growing stronger.”

Crescent yipped happily in my stomach. 'Venus is very excited too,' she murmured, her voice filling with delight as she watched Grayson with her golden eyes peering through mine. "Hey Crescent," he chuckled happily as his eyes met mine. Crescent barked as we watched Gray's eyes turn gold, Venus peering through. We let our wolves converse through the mind link before they retreated back in our minds, Crescent sighing happily at meeting her mate before mine grabbed my hand and walked out of our bedroom with delight.

After several losses of their lands, properties, and pack members, they had to give in to one another for peace to reign. But the peace didn’t last long enough. The Crescent moon pack took advantage of this peace to rebuild, farm, and stay away from others because they had more to lose due to their smaller numbers. The other three packs, Midnighters, Emoon, and the Crossers, lived in sophistication, wealth, and riches, growing more arrogant. They teamed up together, led by the Midnighters pack, to attack the Crescents because of their lands and natural resources. The Crescents pack were the most strategic warriors, despite their small numbers, led by their warlord Alpha Heartfield.

Zara’s POV “Everyone, fall back to your hostels,” Mistress Kyenna said, her voice sounding calm. “We’ll return tonight for the Awakening Programme.” She waited a moment, watching the crowd settle, then added, “We’ll start from the beginning.” The students around me exhaled with relief. Most had failed the first round, and they were happy to get another shot. They all burst into laughter as the lines broke. People relaxed, started talking again, walking back in small groups. But I couldn’t move.

But my father was not the Moon Goddess. She had heard me before. I had felt it, on the full moon, in the hush of the chapel. Her presence settling over me, warm and steady. She had wanted nothing from me but what I freely gave. She would not abandon me now. The Crescent Sisters were the Goddess's most devoted servants. They swore to keep themselves for Her, all their lives. They lived with curses and with death, and they used the purest souls to guide the dead into the Goddess's kingdom, and the whole world knew it. Which was why the whole world left them alone. Every creature, human or werewolf or vampire, agreed never to touch them.

she demanded at once. “I am cursed…or I was cursed.” I said and Kylo squished my hand. “My Luna and my pack went through a big tragedy, Alpha Zenith. A half-witch cursed her to be the misery of my pack, and after our coronation, the curse started to happen. And the only way to cut the curse was her death, we asked the Hybrid Reaper’s help but he created a bond with her. I hope you can help us cut it.” She looked at me, and pity lingered in her eyes.

Luna Mona POV I stood with my arms around Shane’s waist watching Heather with Reed and Lucas. The more they tell me about what they have been experiencing and the more I watch them interact with each other, the more I think that Heather is their shared fated mate. I am starting to think that all the feelings that the kids have been talking about and what happened when the boys touched Heather after she was initiated into the pack were all triggers of the curse and, if it is, we have nine years for the three of them to accept each other or we could lose them all. The boys help Heather to her feet and they make their way to the door. Heather stops in front of me and, without saying anything, g