Crescent The Series Novels & Stories

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.

“This…” Sarah mumbled, breaking the silence. “This is the Crescent pack territory?” She already knew the answer. It was obvious, through the dirt and ash she could make out the platinum white hair of the Crescent wolves. However, she couldn’t help but ask. Because no matter how much she stared at the photos, it made it all the more impossible. “But that’s not possible!” Sarah added when no one answered. “The wolves of the Crescent are the strongest out there! How could they just be wiped out like that?!”

"You cannot tell Deimon I am alive. You cannot tell him I am in the Mooncrest territory." Seraphina was quiet for a moment. Then she spoke, her voice taking on a low and deliberate quality. "Neither Deimon, the Ashworths, nor Silverwood. Not even the Crescent itself can move against the Ozeths." The words fell like judgement. "Even if they discover you are here — and they will — you will be untouchable. The Crescent's power ends at the border of Mooncrest. Not a single claw crosses that line."

"Crowe, admit it. You started the leaks yourself to cover your dirty work." Crowe dodged back. "I protect the academy. You two bring chaos with your little romance and rebellion." Dane landed a punch. "Our relationship has nothing to do with your crimes. You experimented on students for money and control. Say it." One guard grabbed at Ezra. "Got you." Ezra twisted free. "Not today. Dane, the console is sparking. Whole system is crashing." Crowe shouted at his men. "Stop talking. Finish them. The moon tests must continue."

Something controlled. I watched the faces around me. Most showed confusion or skepticism. But in one corner of the chamber—a cluster of delegates from the eastern territories—the reaction was different. Carefully blank expressions. Hands that had stopped moving mid-gesture. Eyes that slid away from Mara's face with practiced indifference. They knew. They already knew about the Crescent, and they were trying very hard not to react. "The Crescent is not just one person." Mara continued. "It's a position. A role that passes between operatives as needed. The current Crescent has been active for approximately four years. They coordinate all Order activities within the central territories and repo

“We’ve handled worse, Red. Crescent’s powerful, but they don’t run Shadowcrest. Nobody runs Shadowcrest except us.” I almost choked on the stupidity. “Oh, really? You’re so sure? Crescent Pack nearly wiped me off the map. They betrayed deals, murdered allies, bled their own kin to keep women under their boots, and you think they’ll play nice just because you pour them a glass of wine and let them fuck your sisters?” Kane’s lips curled in a sneer, cold and cocky. “You’re bleeding all over our floor, Vivienne. Maybe take it easy on the dramatics.”

One by one, the shamans placed objects of power before the moonstone altar bones, crystal shards, locks of hair from ancestors. "The Phoenix awakens when the Crescent falls," intoned the oldest shaman. Her voice was like cracking bark. "A sister broken, a throne betrayed. Fire and silver. Truth and death." I felt Ophelia shiver. After the ritual, Ophelia and I remained behind. "If Ezren is the Phoenix," she said softly, "then who is the Crescent?" “Elira,” I said. “But what if it isn’t just her?” That night, sleep evaded me. I walked through the halls, memories clawing at my thoughts. The lives I’d taken. The blood spilled in my name. Were we better rulers? Or merely survivors with better we

I can't let her come in-between my senses of reasoning. I paced to the study room and picked up the book I have on my table. I have not been able to get to another page. I am just at one page ever since. The curse is something I wouldn't love anyone to know about because I don't know how to break it. The curse is a difficult thing and now that she has known, the bond from our fate would act as a catalyst to put us together. I couldn't really concentrate on the book. I will open a page, read small. Before I know it, I am already thinking heavily again.