Cullen Crest Novels & Stories

The helicopters arrived at dawn, their rotors cutting through the morning mist like blades through silk. They were not the utilitarian transports of pack enforcement or the sleek corporate vessels Dante favored. These were different—black and silver, emblazoned with an insignia that hadn't been seen publicly in decades: the ancient crest of the High Wolf Crown, a wolf's head encircled by stars, the mark of royalty. Silvercrest froze. Council members spilled from the manor, their faces a mixture of shock and barely concealed fear. Guards stiffened at their posts, hands hovering over weapons they knew would be useless. Whispers spread like wildfire through the gathered wolves, speculation and

“Urban Crest Subdivision.” I should have known. Urban Crest was somewhere that I had only heard about but never seen as it was a gated community for only the richest and most elite in Wood Haven. A nervous thrill went through my body as I realized I was actually excited to see the big huge homes. I was so happy that it wasn’t dark yet so I could actually see and appreciate them.

Soren said grimly. "This doesn't make sense," Tarlon said frantically. "Who attacks a Grimshaw Alpha on his own territory?" Pack members were gathering around us, all talking at once. "Has to be the Blackstone pack," someone said. "Or the Council," another voice added. "They've been watching us." "Shut up!" Soren commanded. "All of you, shut up and THINK!" But I could see it in their faces. The fear. The recognition. "It's her," someone whispered. "The curse is real."

I saw the look of fear and dread on Cullen's face as he gulped once, then followed his orders. Cullen closed his eyes and tilted his head just a little. I noticed that Cullen and Calix were almost the exact same height. Both of them had such unique looks that it was like staring at something straight out of a movie, like two high-profile actors filming a scene in my house. Cullen, with his eyes closed and head tilted back, inhaled deeply. I saw the flare of his nostrils and he picked up whatever it was he was supposed to be sensing. His head tilted to the side on instinct, trying to follow the scent trail.

Even from a distance, Edward could see the two distinct parts of La Cresta. The Upper Crest Haven, a haven for people like him, the upper class, was private and expensive, inaccessible to ordinary folks. It boasted a casino, large malls and parks, five-star hotels, and other attractions designed to entertain the elite. The dominant color was minimalist, formal, and peaceful, a perfect fit for Edward's taste.

“And the other?” Penny gave an inscrutable smile. “I’m very proud of myself for digging up this one. Of course, the way the library search system works, it can be hard to find something that doesn’t have the most obvious words in the title or abstract. This one is called, The Devil’s Disciples: The Rise and Fall of the de Montalt Family.” She beamed, but it took a few seconds for the significance to register. “They owned the original Belle Vue estate,” he said.

“Mr. Moonshade, the young master of the Crestfalls from the capital, Cain, came to Sumeria and took Ms. Crestfall away. I wonder if it has been dealt with.” Bruce knew a thing or two about the Crestfalls but not everything. Cain had caused a commotion with his arrival, so it was natural that Bruce wanted to know more. Cain might just be a reckless young man, but the Crestfalls from the capital were so powerful that even Bruce dared not mess with them. Not even the Hendersons had the nerves to challenge the Crestfalls from the capital, let alone the Timberlands. “It has been dealt with,” Andrius simply answered.

A crescent moon split by a single claw. Kaid froze. That symbol — it was the same one that haunted his nightmares. The same that had been burned into his father’s chamber walls after his death. “The First Blood,” Kaid whispered. “I thought their mark was erased from every record.” Campbell frowned. “Why would their crest be here? Hollow Glen’s just a ruin — no one’s lived here in centuries.” “Unless,” Kaid said, his voice darkening, “someone wanted it hidden in plain sight.”

Practically gift-wrapping herself and sliding across the table. I’d tolerated it. Entertained it, even. But I always knew. She wasn’t it. And Zey? Zey has never liked her. Not once. Not even a little. Still… Crescent Creek is our closest neighboring pack. Small — dangerously small — but they produce warriors that fight like demons. We need them. Which is exactly why this moment could not possibly be worse. Karissa slides up beside me like a snake finding warm stone, her manicured hand settling lightly on my arm.

“Does it… does it still exist?” Kyle’s face clouded over. “No, Ava,” he said quietly. “Mooncrest is no more. It’s now…Bloodcrest.” The name sent a shiver down my spine. Bloodcrest. It sounded harsh, brutal, a stark contrast to the image of the peaceful, joyful pack Kyle had described. What had happened? What had transformed Mooncrest into Bloodcrest? The questions piled up, each one adding to the growing sense of unease that settled in my stomach.