Crescent The Series Novels & Stories

Where once there had been a twisted, uneven scar—a white line earned in pain and layered with foreign magic—now there shone a clear, *intentional* shape. Centered on her forehead, just above and between her brows, a crescent moon curled. Not thick and cartoonish. Thin. Fine. Sharp-tipped. Its horns pointed upward, cradling an invisible sky. The skin within the crescent glowed a luminous, deep blue, like the richest part of twilight. Threads of that same blue radiated faintly into the surrounding skin, veins of light pulsing gently with each heartbeat. The crescent was not ink. Not paint.

Crescent’s warriors were divided—those loyal to the Lockwoods were imprisoned or banished; the rest, offered sanctuary under Gabriel’s rule. There was resistance. But none dared speak against the will of the White Wolf and the King. Back at the Blood Moon Packhouse, a quieter rhythm emerged. Samantha found herself falling into the early habits of a Luna, even if the title hadn’t yet been spoken aloud. She rose with the sun and helped in the kitchens or with the healers. She studied history, the laws of the royal court, and began offering guidance to Crescent refugees who now lived in temporary housing on the outskirts of Blood Moon land.

the handsome guy said with a smile. "H-Hello, I'm Crescent," I just introduced myself and gave a faint smile. "Hey, you guys, introduce yourselves to Crescent. You're so grumpy; do you think that makes you handsome?" Cadmus asked his male companions. The four men didn't move. They seemed so bored and didn't care about the surroundings. I just grimaced and scratched the back of my neck. "Crescent, this one next to me is Draven. Please bear with him. His girlfriend is missing, and we still can't find her. Maybe she's hiding from him," Cad said and laughed.

“You’re cursed.” Those are the only words Roselyn has ever known. Born without a wolf, she has spent nineteen years as Oakridge’s most hated outcast. Everything changes when Lycan Crown Prince Noah arrives… and the legendary Great Wolf inside him trembles at the sight of her. “I’ve been looking for you,” he whispers. Before Roselyn can understand why, masked hunters set her home ablaze. Forced to flee with an ancient crescent pendant, she uncovers a truth buried for nineteen years. She isn’t cursed. She is the last surviving heir of the fallen Moon Kingdom—a kingdom erased from history—and her awakening could either restore the ancient covenant… or plunge both kingdoms into war. Hunted by en

Morgan stepped in a second late, his eyes literally holding bad news. "Brother —" before I could finish my words he sounded quiet. "The whole of North Central and beyond is aware of the crescent curse. Everyone knows of it," His words caused a loud gasp, followed by several murmurs. "How is this possible?" I rubbed my face with my palm. This was exactly what I fought to avoid for years. This was bad. Really bad. "That is why those fucking leeches from the Fire Crest Pack attacked us, they knew," Mason spoke up, and Morgan nodded.

I say to Nova who nods, putting on the uniform as we made our way out of the dungeon. The Crescent Hills Tribe also known as the Central city of werewolves is where the supreme leaders reside. The supreme leaders are the leaders who rule over all the tribes and werewolves in the world. They consist of the supreme alpha, supreme beta, and the rest. They all live in the Crescent hills Castle. “Okay, I'm getting scared now, Aret,” Nova says to me as we jump over a fence, making me wince in pain. “You haven't healed completely.” She says again.

Sitting in the chair opposite mine, we both immersed ourselves in examining the documents, becoming fully engrossed in our work. While I had my eyes on the file containing information about the Crescent Pack, I said to Bonnie, “Any new update about the Crescent Pack?” Bonnie promptly replied, “Yes, Alpha!” Crescent Pack has captivated my attention for quite some time as one of the significant packs. Expanding my Blood Moon Pack was my mission, and acquiring Crescent Pack seemed like a strategic move in achieving that goal. However, it was apparent that obtaining Crescent Pack would not be as effortless as capturing the other packs I had encountered before.

Thankful that I can't feel anything anymore. My name is Cassandra Wright I'm 18 years old and this is my story, my life. I am from the Crescent moon pack or should I say I was until I had to run for my life. The Crescent moon pack is one of the largest packs in America and has some of the strongest warriors. My father is a werevolve and the Alpha of the pack my mother was something different a hybrid vampire-witch. And what does that make me you wonder I'm one of a kind a werewolve, witch and vampire. I'm a tribrid.

I can’t take any more heartbreak today. “She’s more than okay,” Arnold says, lowering his hand to reveal a wide smile. “Heavens, I never thought I’d see one in my lifetime.” “What? See one what?” Arnold reaches out and touches one of Stella’s hands. “Congratulations, Nash and Sarah. Your baby is a Crescent Child.” “What does that mean?” Nash asks, sounding suspicious. “A Crescent Child is a rare phenomenon among werewolves,” Arnold explains. “One can only be conceived when two very powerful shifters share an even stronger love.”