Emma Parker Crescent Moon Novels & Stories

Then, the Priestess lowered her staff, her voice booming across the square. "By the power of the Moon Goddess and the spirits of your ancestors, I now name you Alpha Zed Hugh and Luna Amber Quinn of the Crescent Moon Pack!" A wild chorus of howls rose from the pack, echoing through the trees, into the sky, and deep into my bones. But we were all still in human form — and yet, the energy felt feral, electric, alive. Amber reached for my hand, and when I turned to her, her eyes glistened with pride and joy.

To be connected with nature and allow myself to truly be free. I gazed up to the sky, a small glimmer of the moon’s waning crescent presenting itself, ‘Why does it feel like you’re not here for us anymore?’ I whispered to the moon, wondering if the Moon Goddess was even listening, ’What can I do to heal the pack? Help me. Guide me to strengthen the pack to what we once were…’ The cool wind blew against my cheeks. I turned my head to avoid any dust going into my eyes. My eyes opened to present the party in the distance, everyone talking or dancing the night away. Amelia was still talking to Hudson, fixated on his charms, I’m sure.

“Yeah! Or, at least, it seems that way. I could be wrong, but I just noticed that. I didn’t think it would interest you this much, Ma. What’s up?” Liam’s mother shook her head and said nothing. Wordlessly, she made her way to the room she shared with Liam’s father. Liam found this weird, but he didn’t say anything. His mother had always been a little loopy at times, and maybe she needed to lie down. He finished his pancakes and placed his plate in the sink, rinsing it and rolling his neck again. He must have slept wrong, because he felt a crick in it. He rotated his shoulders and did a few quick stretches in the space of his kitchen for a moment before his doorbell rang. He beamed and ran to

She vowed to protect her pack's autonomy, to stand tall and resolute against Adrian's perceived tyranny. Beneath the moon's watchful eye, Amelia's mind whirled with conflicting emotions—a storm of resentment and desire, anger and longing. The moon, a celestial guardian of secrets, cast its silvery light upon her, revealing the complexities of her soul. It was a beacon of hope, a reminder that amidst the darkness, there existed the possibility for love to bloom and for wounds to heal.

Then, softer, “You really believe that?” I didn’t answer. Instead I reached down, fingers brushing the delicate silver anklet circling her ankle. A tiny crescent moon charm dangled from it, catching the lantern light. Simple. Pretty. Hers. I unclasped it without thinking. The metal was warm from her skin. I closed my fist around it, the charm pressing into my palm like a secret I wasn’t ready to admit I wanted to keep. I stood, pocketed it, gave her one last look of her sleeping, unaware, already slipping back into the life I was walking away from.

“Every day, I will prove it. No excuses, no regrets. Just… love. Always love.” As night fell, a soft silver haze blanketed the garden. The moon rose, its light stronger than the stars, casting pale shadows across the fountains and walkways. Aria paused, sensing the familiar presence of the Moon Goddess. She lifted her eyes to the moonlit sky, feeling the whisper of energy threading through the night.

I was cast out of the pack with nothing— No title. No Luna severance. No den to call my own. And then… perhaps the Moon Goddess took pity on me. She gave me one final chance to rewrite fate. This time, I won’t beg for his love. This time, I won’t tether him to pain. This time, I’ll sever the bond before it begins. I could already hear the gears of fate turning, and this time, I would move first. --- A blinding light burst from the hands of the Moon Goddess.

It felt as if her brain was still trying to wake up. As she crawled towards the unconscious man, her hand pricked a shard of glass. She hissed in pain and removed the glass stuck in her hand. It was not glass. Crystal shards. She suddenly recalled and looked around for the satellite and the EMP generator. She saw parts of them broken, charred and destroyed. The electromagnetic pulse from the moon was too powerful to be contained by a round moon crystal. “Goddess, it worked,” She whispered in disbelief. Marcus groaned and struggled to seat up. Emma went to help him up.

"Who knows, you might even attract Satyrs. I have heard of how randy they can get around your kind." Elaine cleared her throat, shooting Medea a disapproving stern look causing her smile to quickly vanish and she grew sober again. Theresa thought for a second and said, "I think I have an idea of what you mean, Mistress Elaine.” “No,” Elaine stopped her, smiling at how weird the title sounded. “I would rather you call me just Elaine.” “Very well then, pardon me, Elaine…” Theresa apologized, blushing a bit. “I started to have these strange feelings after my first blood moon. The queen found out and always had me locked in my room during my blood moons till I was done."

This isn't going to be good. He knew that Amara was a witch. And knowing these people, they won't take this lightly. And that was how they found themselves in this situation.. ********** The sun had begun to rise, casting a warm golden light through the trees as Decker found his way back to his Pack's makeshift camp. His body aches from weeks of roaming the forest as a wolf. As he approached the camp, he noticed a few of his packmates who were already there before him and his heart squeezed painfully at the sight of them.