Cullen Crest Novels & Stories

They generally don't concern themselves with the affairs of other races, as most of you know. Another issue with handling Cullen is that he cannot be found. His territory is bewitched. Or at least we think that it may be. We are unsure. It is also likely to be in an entirely different realm. All maps and lands have been searched. No trace of the place has ever been found. At least not by anyone that has gone out to search and returned."

As far as he was concerned, this was supposed to be an arrangement of convenience and nothing more. Brennus Tairneach, Jenna's father, was dying. He was ancient. Jenna was his only child and he wanted his bloodline to retain some power in his clan. Cullen owed the man a great deal. Brennus had been an alpha when Cullen was still a child. If it weren't for Brennus Cullen would have been killed centuries ago. But as time wore on Cullen came into his own power. He had never been interested in being an alpha, but he was more than strong enough mentally and physically to do the job. He had created clan Arnauk a long time ago and it was now one of the most powerful clans in northern America. At th

Most trees were high and I could see through the floor which was filled with dry brown leaves. We got to the main town which has a statue of two women curled up against each other with water dripping from their mouths. I stared at the statue, trying to find a meaning for it, but instead, I was interrupted by my mum. "Those are the two founders of Crest Fall, history has it that one was a witch and the other one was the moongoddess." "Moon goddess?" "Yes, moon goddess, as do all the Gods of all wolves." "Oh, now there are werewolves?" I asked my mum.

Cable nodded looking quiet relieved then turned to look at Aiden " if the defender could also introduce himself and his wolves " Aiden rolled his eyes seemigly dissatisfied with the routine but nonetheless introduced his wolves and himself " My name is Aiden Cullen , I'm the Alpha of the Crescent moon pack . .. Behind me is my beta Trish and this is " caressing her hand slightly he threw a smile that was nothing but nasty at Griffin " My mate and wife , Rosalie Cullen "

he declared, voice resonant and deep, “today marks the union of legacy and power. The Castles’ Cup begins anew and with it, the rise of our next generation of leaders.” Cheers erupted. The ground beneath them shifted, stone rearranging itself into shimmering platforms. The sky split open with aurora-bright light as four crests, a rose, a fang, a dragon, and an eye burned into the air above the arena. Then came the announcement everyone waited for. “And now, by decree of the Academy Council, the Crest of Leadership shall be bestowed upon the newly elected Student President…” Cressida stepped forward, every inch the picture of triumph, silver crown glinting in her golden hair, her Wyverndale i

I opened the envelope a tiny card fell out. I read what was written on it. "Be warned" Very subtle. I dropped it and pulled out the letter in the envelope. it basically had the same message. "Leon Crest. The Omega whore..." I paused. Omega whore? That was a pretty good name for a band. I grinned as I continued to read "Stay away from Professor Alister and Alpha Roan. They are both taken already. You do not want to piss us off" That was it. I had to hold myself from falling over with laughter. This was the most childish thing I've ever seen.

"Your father just has spare princess apartments lying around?" "We're a royal family. We have spare everything." He stopped at a set of double doors carved with more of those crescent moons. "I had them prepare these for you specifically. Thought the symbolism might help you feel less like a prisoner." "I am a prisoner though. A really well-dressed one." "You're under protection. There's a difference." "Is there?" He pushed open the doors. I stopped breathing. The room was gorgeous. Huge windows overlooking the city. A bed that could fit five people. Tapestries on the walls showing women in armor, women on thrones, women commanding armies. All of them had the crescent moon mark on their face

the child said. Kael took the object. It was a medallion, tarnished but intact, approximately the size of a large coin. He wiped dirt from the surface and the design became visible. A crest. Stylized, formal, unmistakable. The Dreadmourne family crest. Kael went very still. The medallion was old. Decades old, possibly longer, based on the corrosion patterns. But it was deliberate metalwork, formal heraldry, not something that would have been dropped casually.

Their second gift granted them the ability of making anyone submit to them by staring them in the eye and that made it impossible for anyone to look into their deep crystal blue eyes for more than three seconds because it paralyzed them in their fear. The white fur were all white wolves with crystal blue eyes and their wolf size was larger than any normal wolf. What distinguished them from others was their unique mark. It was a white crescent moon found mostly on their chest, wrist or back shoulder, and thus the name The White Crescent Pack. My heart skipped a beat and my hand clutched onto my chest where the mark was, involuntarily. No, no obviously no. I frantically searched for a picture