Crescent The Series Novels & Stories

my father demanded. “Duncan has the details, and we’ll be meeting soon about everything. We’ll get to the bottom of it, Dad, and we’ll take whatever action needs to be taken.” I turned and led them up to Seren’s room. I knocked lightly, then pushed the door open. Duncan still sat beside Seren’s bed, holding her hand. He looked up, then stood when he saw who was behind me. “Alpha King Cian, Luna Queen Gwen. Welcome to Crescent Moon,” he bowed. He clearly had not taken advantage of the few hours we had for rest. Reluctantly, he let go of Seren’s hand and stepped back, allowing them to take his place.

His reputation precedes him: cruel, cunning, unashamedly arrogant. He waits until the crowd’s attention drifts back before stepping forward. “So this is Crescent Reign,” he says, voice loud enough to silence the chatter. “Built by the Luna who walked away from her mate, her pack, and her child. Quite the redemption arc.” The words fall like stones in a pond — ripples everywhere. I look up slowly. “Rydor,” I say, tone polite, sharp enough to draw blood. “I see you’ve practiced speaking without thinking.”

And the weight of everything she was still carrying. ~ ~ ~ It happened on the third day. Mariah walked into the living room trying to reach for something on the book shelf above. She was wearing a sleeveless shirt, Lucy wasn't even looking directly at her at first. When a book fell off the shelf, She turned away from her book and looked towards Mariah and then she saw it clearly. The small crescent curve. She hadn't forgotten it for a single second since the last visit. But seeing it again, even the ghost of it, made her body respond before her mind could intervene.

Remus hugged his father back and stepped back. His father is Arthur Black the alpha of the Crescent pack. His father lives alone without any Luna because his Luna has died while giving birth to Remus, the only son. And that cycle goes on and on for generations. The curse. "You take your days off? Yes? From the campus?" Asked the father. Remus nodded his head. He lied to his father by saying he still got some semesters for his education, while actually he was graduated with his bachelor's degree a year ago.

The reports of purchases of human medicine in Crescent and the rumors leaked at border markets. A human in a pack always made a commotion. The monsters could feign civilization, but they were creatures of instinct. If they had something new in their den, they’d smell it, talk about it, protect it, and show it off, even if they didn’t want to. And I just needed to hear enough. “The range covers three minor packs and Crescent,” Darwin said, approaching with a folder. “But the strongest clues still point to Crescent. There’s unusual movement of guardians, increased internal patrols, restrictions on commercial access, and coded messages between Crescent and Eclipse.”

“The Crescent Alliance is not like any other group you’ve dealt with, Sera. They have their own set of rules, their own code of conduct. You’re going to need to tread carefully.” “I know that,” I said, trying to keep the frustration out of my voice. “But you know them better than I do. What do I need to know?” He smirked, leaning forward slightly. “First of all, you need to understand that the Crescent Alliance values strength above all else. They won’t respect you if they see you as weak or desperate. You need to present yourself as someone who has something to offer, not someone who’s begging for help.”

I am really learning stuff from the vampires. “This place is so stuffy” he said settling in. “This ain’t your billoinaire’s mansion” I scoffed. “It sure isn't” He studied me for a while, and like always I knew he wanted to say something. “Lyall?” I called. “You look drenched sis” Guess now is the moment of truth, my safe zone is here with me. “Lots to say Lyall” “Start with that basics” “Crescent has been acting odd, he is ghosting me” I told him.

I asked, almost whispering as I could already hear my heart beating so fast while uttering our land―the werewolves land. Old Man Tavo seemed to have not noticed our reactions as he replied. "The Crescent Land is known for the strongest warriors in this world. It is where the werewolves reside. There are different groups they call packs, too. All in all, there is Crescent Falls Pack of the South, Crescent River Pack of the West, Crescent Lake Pack of the East, and Crescent Glacier Pack of the North." My hands unintentionally gripped harder onto my clothes. Old man Tavo continued. "You know I really want to see one, it's always been my wish. I know it's impossible though hehe. But anyway, what

Crescent’s Pov Crescent means death. But this felt worse than death itself. The way his eyes had darkened. The way he stared at me as if I was nothing but an imposter. It broke me. Tore through me in pieces that I never knew existed. For the first time I wished I wasn’t this person I didn’t have these powers, I was just Cory. Plain old cory who had nothing but being shy around Anton. I looked in the direction he had gone, maybe I should chase after him.

Sera commented with an eye roll. They stopped in front of us, an obvious fake smile sitting boldly on their faces. I disliked the aura coming from them. They reminded me of Blondie and her mini-mean group. "You're Avena who just returned?" The one in the middle spoke up first in a high-pitched voice and when I nodded, she drew me into a tight hug "Welcome, welcome to Crescent Claw High!' I studied her, wondering if it was genuine, and when I opened my mouth to speak, she raised a hand up, signalling me to stop."Hey clown," She referred to Sera before turning back to me. Sera flipped her off.