Fallen Crest Finale Novels & Stories

I looked at the original intention. At the Alpha who had come over the northeast horizon with thirty wolves in formation and had stood with Damien on the pre-settlement ground and had been the first consequence of the completion. The Alpha who had felt the foundation change and had come looking for what caused it. Coming here now. With my daughter. “Why is Crest driving you,” I said. Another pause. “Because he felt the witnessing call,” she said. “Through the foundation. The same way Sera felt it.” She paused. “Mum, Crest is the second witness.”

In the Crestfall Pack, power is everything, and Nora has none. Living as an unacknowledged outcast in the shadow of her elder sister, Beatrice—the strongest she-wolf of her generation and the favorite to become Luna, Nora survives by running the pack's logistics behind the scenes. Her only comfort is her long-standing, quiet bond with Caleb Hayes, the future Alpha, who carries the crushing weight of his pack's expectations. ‎ ‎Everyone expects Caleb to claim Beatrice as his mate during the Blood Moon ceremony to secure a military alliance. But when the midnight moon reaches its peak, the sacred bond triggers—not between Caleb and Beatrice, but between Caleb and Nora. Caleb walks past the g

"How exactly are our complex border operations progressing across the valley, and have our hidden enemies begun to fall into the specific traps we have so carefully prepared for them?" A stocky alpha with a heavily scarred face stood up immediately from his seat near the center of the table, his posture straightening as he prepared to deliver the successful status report to his supreme commander. "I am incredibly proud to inform you that presently the Dark Crest Moon pack does not possess a single functional leader within their central command fortress," the alpha stated proudly, a cruel grin spreading across his weathered lips. "We have successfully driven both Alpha Darren and Beta Darien

Zack took a deep breath, and though he lacked the supernatural volume of the Alpha, his voice carried through the crisp mountain air. "Silver-Crest!" he roared. The figures below froze. And heads turned upward. "The Rite is finished!" Zack yelled, his voice cracking with exhaustion. The Silver-Crest is no longer a pack of the mountain. We are just... people. Go home. To your families. To your lives. The war is over!" A confused murmur rose from the valley floor. I saw Astrid step forward, looking up at us with a mixture of shock and dawning realization. She saw the way Zack stood, not as a conqueror, but as a survivor.

Not with everything else already falling apart. I sat there a while longer, staring at the empty lockers, listening to the water still running somewhere down the hall. My phone buzzed with a message from Stella. ‘Can you talk?’ I called her back right away. She picked up on the first ring, and I knew from the sound of her breathing before she even said anything that it wasn't good news. "Stel." "I just got off the phone with billing," she said, no greeting, straight to it. "They're saying the deposit deadline moved up. End of the week now instead of next week."

“The only thing that scares me… is not being close enough if someone tries to take you.” Her stomach tightened, both in fear and something warmer, deeper, more dangerous. “Get dressed,” he murmured. “I’ll be waiting.” ****** The gala was held in the Crestfallen Hotel. A towering marble fortress lit with white stone columns that stretched into the sky. Snow drifted in slow spirals, settling on the awnings and glowing under the lanterns. Lucian helped Elara from the car only after scanning the street with a careful, lethal precision. If anyone had ever looked at her with such wordless protectiveness, she didn’t remember it.

I have one last message to send, one last piece of the puzzle to move. I watch the black screen of the phone for a second, my heart hammering in my chest. If I send this, there is no going back. There is no middle ground. There is only the fire. I type the final command and hit send. The cab pulls up to the curb. I slide into the backseat, the smell of leather and stale city air filling my lungs. I look out the window, watching the skyline of the company I built, the company I am currently dismantling from the inside.

"I cast and bind you to eternal damnation, to be haunted by the voices of the ones you killed!" The ground beneath them trembled, and a swirling portal to the abyss opened. As Kaerlia slammed her fist, the chains released their hold, and Liliana was drawn inexorably into the portal. A chilling scream filled the air as the portal closed behind her, leaving Crescent Hills in peace once more. Immediately rain fell in cleansing torrents, washing away the chaos and darkness that had plagued Crescent Hills. The once crimson sky transformed into a soothing blue, signaling the return of peace to the land. As the rain cleansed the city, it also cleansed the hearts of its people.

I voiced out. "And whose fault was that?" she said glaring at me. Your psychotic mind, I mumbled beneath my breath, just then she decided to drop one of her crutches, she tried to make it look like an accident but failed miserably. She's going to be the death of me, mumbled before adding a string of curse words to the statement. I hurried over to her and supported her falling figure by putting my hand around her waist leading her to the nearest table. I ignore how right it felt to place my hand around her waist or how she seemed to fit perfectly in my arms every time I carry her. I went to pick up the fallen crutch and made my way back to her.

“You do” “I’m an Alpha. I feel when pack members die. We can talk about it later. He squeezed my hand as we ran towards the fighting when a mighty roar filled the air. Liam slowed, as did Noah and Asher. It looks like we won. As we stepped through the clearing, all fighting had stopped. Red Rock pack looked stunned as they looked down at their fallen Alpha.