Crescent The Series Novels & Stories

“Tristan was your cousin. Not just your rival. Your blood. He knew what you were. That’s why he feared you. That’s why he hunted you. The prophecy said the true heir of Crescent would rise in fire. And you did.” I staggered back like I’d been hit. Crescent. I’d heard the name. Every rogue had. The oldest pack in the northern territories. Once ruled by a line of alphas so strong, they didn’t need alliances—they were the alliance. Until the bloodshed. Until a child vanished. Until Tristan took over with stories of tragedy and fate. That child was me? “Why now?” I rasped. “Why are you just showing your face now?” Her eyes softened, and I saw a flicker of sadness. “Because the prophecy only awak

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 turned the body over, revealing a jagged symbol carved into the chest — a serpent coiled around a crescent moon. My stomach dropped. “You’re kidding.” “The Serpent Crest,” Damien said grimly. “I thought they were extinct.” “They were,” Sebastian said. “Until now.” I groaned. “Of course. Because things weren’t apocalyptic enough.” Celeste stood still, her face unreadable — but her eye. There was something haunted there. Like she knew more than she wanted to admit. And for a second — just one — she looked less like a noblewoman and more like someone who’d walked through hell before.

"Celeste, you know me. You know I wouldn't make this stuff up. Werewolves are real and one is attacking humans. Jack made us swear to leave you out of it, but you're in danger. More so than the rest of us. I don't want you walking around campus without knowing all the facts. Crescent wolves are the most dangerous kind." Something like recognition flared behind her eyes. "Crescent wolves?" Matt nodded, happy that she wasn't laughing and calling him crazy. "Most crescent wolves are okay once they've gotten past the initial stages of changing, but some of them crave the violence too much and they just never stop killing." "Jack said something about Crescent wolves the other day. But he told me

Chris began, but Damien interrupted him. “I heard the Crescent pack was attacked last night. Do you have any information about it?” The Crescent pack was large, bigger than the Eclipse pack, but not quite at the grand level the Eclipse pack was aiming for in a few years. “It wasn’t an attack. Some teenagers in the pack snuck out for a night party and came back drunk. They mistakenly triggered the alarm system and nearly paid with their lives.” “Okay, see you tomorrow then,” Damien said dismissively. Chris didn’t budge.

Crescent didn't seem to mind, turning her attention to Rose, "Hello! Rose, right? The New Catholic's protector. You're kind of famous on TV. Is it really true that Joanna attacked the New Catholics yesterday and that now they're in shambles?" Silence filled the table as Rose contemplated on the appropriate way to respond to Crescent’s comments. "Thank you for meeting us, Cee," Jericho said, clearing his throat again. "I know this is a lot to ask." "Are you kidding me? There's a lot to do at the orphanage, so extra hands are always welcome." Crescent said, sitting down on Jericho's other side. "Wait...the orphanage?" Rose repeated, confused. "Ooh, that's Tristan. I gotta say hi. Hold on a sec

Crescent must have had her fun because she slows down beside a stream and drinks. Then she licks her body, taking her time. "Can you hurry up?, We need to go back". "Don't rush me girl", Crescent retorts. Finally, she gets up and starts walking. Then she stops. "Annaliese, i think we're lost". "What do you mean we're lost?, how did you get us lost?". "I was so happy running and i didn't take in my surroundings". "You got us lost!". "I didn't, this pack just has too many lands which I'm not familiar with".

It was stretching — branching outward, like light seeking something beyond this room, beyond this land. “A pull,” I said slowly. “But not towards you…” The air shimmered. Just for a heartbeat, the room seemed to tilt with shadows bending unnaturally toward the window. My wolf stiffened, a low warning rippling through her. My eyes snapped open. “Xavier,” I said, dread curling through my spine. “The Crescent isn’t just waking.” His jaw tightened. “Then what is it doing?” I pressed my hand to my wrist as the glow flared bright enough to cast pale light across the floor.

The crescent moon smiles down below. Ignorant of the world below. The stars glow, and the moon shines. A tear falls from your eye. The moon smiles a slim, thin grin. Now our story truly begins. Chapter Three: Secrets Revealed “Angelica, you need to calm down,” Astra called from her broom as she descended from the sky and jumped to the ground. Her broom collapsed into a pocket-sized hand broom. Angelica growled at Astra as she moved to a lunge to attack. Astra grabbed the broken necklace from the ground, and it turned into a magic lasso. She dodged Angelica’s attack as the lasso wrapped around angelicas neck, forming a new chain.