Emma Parker Crescent Moon Novels & Stories

She brought her knees up to her chest, she turned her head to the side, staring out the window, saw the moonlight shimmering through her window. She slowly got out of bed and sauntered towards the window, letting it open. She glimmered as the fragile cinch of nature nuzzled her rinsed cheeks and whacked through her hair. Her gaze went up, staring up at the lustrously flickering moon, full and round, hidden with enigmas lurking behind it, detecting so much havoc here on earth yet still glazed brightly without a care in the world. Skylar did not wish to be like the moon. She darted her gaze, her eyes staring at the houses, through the forest where she could hear the sounds of brakes and the so

Taking my hand, Emma led the way, sliding down the small road into the forest. “Do you have a pack?” I blurted out as we walked into the night. The moon above us gave off a little light as it was only half full. So our eyes glowed yellow, relying on our wolf senses to fully see around us. Emma smiled and nodded. “Yes, of course! The pack is called The Crescent Pack. I was born into it. It’s small but we are lively!” she jeered at me. “Do you think they will be okay with a rouge like me?” I asked.

he asked, pulling her into his arms. Emma nodded, burying her face in his chest. “I just didn’t expect to get so emotional.” Ryker stroked her hair. “You have a good father. He loves you a lot.” She smiled against his skin. “I know.” Ryker tilted her chin up and kissed her gently. “And now, you have me too. Forever.” Emma sighed happily. “Forever.” Outside, the morning sun rose over the Blood Moon Pack, marking the beginning of a new chapter in Emma’s life, one filled with love, family, and the promise of a future she never expected.

"Tell me everything." Amelia paused for a moment, then took a deep breath. "Okay," she began, her words measured. "My real name is not Amelia Blackwood. It's Amara, and I'm not entirely human. I come from a lineage of mystics, bound to the Moon Goddess herself." Ethan's eyes widened in shock. "Mystics? Moon Goddess?" Amara nodded. "Yes, we are guardians of the Moon's power, given the ability to channel its energy. It was my mission to protect the Moonlit Meadow and make sure its sacred energy stayed pure."

For the first time, I looked at my reflection in the polished obsidian wall of the pool. ​I didn't recognize the woman looking back. ​My eyes, once a dull brown, now had flecks of liquid silver dancing in the irises. The violet rune on my forehead was no longer a faint shimmer; it was a clear, intricate tattoo of a crescent moon entwined with a thorned rose. My body felt leaner, stronger, the muscles in my arms and legs defined by the power of the Quick-Shift. ​I was beautiful. But it wasn't the soft, submissive beauty the Blackwood Pack required of their Lunas. It was a dangerous beauty. I looked like a blade that had just been sharpened.

Here I am again, thanking you guys for reading the story and for being a part of this journey. Daughter of the Moon is a series because there are a lot of things that are unsaid. What happened to Ersa? What will happen to Ava and what is the deal with her vision and her precious daughter Nova? Can Ava really change the course of her Daughter's fate?

“Take Corey and head toward the top of the street. I’ll check the other end. If we don’t find anything, we meet back here and figure out the next step.” Corey clings to Lucas with concern lining her brows. “Be careful, Hayley.” “I will.” And right then, we split off into the night. Making my way down the street, I notice the night has grown significantly darker now. The street lamps thin out the farther I go, and their dim glow barely reaches the pavement. The only real light now comes from above—and that’s when I notice it. The moon is full tonight. I switch on my phone’s flashlight, casually sweeping it from side to side to light the way. Just then, the beam catches something on the edge o

Even a bonfire would have fit in this enormous room, but there was none. I had heard stories of Crescent Moon’s line of Alphas; dark and chilling stories, just like the cold air atop this mountain. Crescent Moon was the very first pack to have been created by the Moon Goddess, the place from which all of our kind, all of our history, ultimately sprang. The great Moonpetal tree resided here; I had always hoped to see it someday. You could practically smell the years in these damp stone walls, speaking of a time that the rest of the packs had long since left behind. A time when cold austerity was the only way to survive.

I returned the smile slightly. The bowl was in the middle with a moon symbol on it. Hannah handed me the Aztec knife that has the moon, a rose in between, carved on the handle. I took it and placed it above my palm then looked in the eyes of the ex-rogue leader. "Do you vow to accept me, Alpha Audrey Rose Moon, as your Alpha?" "I do." "Do you vow to be a member of the Moon Knight pack?" "I do." "Do you vow to protect your Alpha and your pack, and lay your life for the protection of them if necessary?"

I am happy that my joy is near. The day quickly rescinds into the night. I begin to wait for the moon to show its face after I have set everything. Stella is placed on an open ground where the full moon glow would shine on her. After some time, the moon shows up. My heart raced heavily as I am bent on seeing the love of my life again. If my beloved is bathed by her lover, due to my desire, it is sure she will rise again. Earlier that day, I had already released Akira. She is well behaved now.