Flynn Crescent City Novels & Stories

Two of you are to follow me to make sure no one is following, and one of you should should guard my bedroom door and make sure no one gets in. With that, I transformed into a miniature form of my phoenix, which was the size of an eagle. I took flight, and I felt truly at home in the skies and started to do some acrobacy to stretch my wings. At some point, without realizing, I crossed the territory line. As I flew in unfamiliar skies, I looked down and saw a wolf that was injured. By the looks of it, I flew away from my gaurds, and they were too far away for me to yell without attracting attention. I knew how to defend myself, and I knew I'd be able to defend the wolf and I. I flew down, and

We arrived at the borders of the Crescent Hills just as my thoughts were about to consume me whole. The Crescent Hills was a small mountain at the center of the Werewoods, which was home to the greatest alphas and elder shifters to have existed. It was an enormous expanse of land which held many structures, both large and small, which served as dwellings for its inhabitants. Luxurious trees and flowers surrounded the space, serving as a cocoon for the houses located around. In the central area, the property’s largest structure stood; there, audiences gathered and crucial cases were judged.

It was now an hour till her flight touched down at International Airport. *** At a hotel in Rivercity, Helenawatched as Flynn fixed his tie sitting on the bed. Flynn turned to her and sighed. “It wouldn’t hurt to at least to be happy for your son. It was long proven the fire was because the gas was left open.” Helena sighed. “He did not invite me. He invited you.”

“We will also be able to sense each other a whole lot better. Know if we are in danger, or upset… A lot will improve.” I sat up and stared down at the lake. Tiny diamonds were reflected on the water. The moon was further to my right. The crescent image was not so clear but it was not hard to tell what it was. It swam at one spot and gave the lake some color in the dark. A crescent moon reflection. The moon was out here listening to our screwed up stories and wondering how we were going to fix it. I had no clue. But I was very sure that we were going to pull through. If what it takes is us moving mountains, then mountains we will move.

His Hunter Luna: Prologue Lunaria Realm is home to werewolves, vampires, and archmages. One imperial monarchy, three kingdoms, each with large cities. Cities where you may discover towns with their unique tales. Primrose City is the home of archmages in the Kingdom of Everdeen. Crimrose metropolis is a vampire metropolis located within the Crimson Kingdom. Finally, there’s Crestwood City, the werewolf city in the Kingdom of Crescent. Crestwood City, the Kingdom of Crescent, is home to five major towns, three of which are Euphria, Lavereena, and Riverwoods Town.

"But the Nomads tracked her trail — and it didn't stop at the Silverwood boundary. It went further, past the Ridges." "That's beyond Silverwood territory," Greystone said. "And that," Deimon cut in, "is exactly the problem." He rose slightly, leaning on the table with both hands. "Beyond the Ridges marks the edge of Crescent jurisdiction. Any pursuit past that point requires formal process, diplomatic passage, the cooperation of packs this council has no business disturbing. We start pressing in that direction, we're not just looking for one missing Luna — we're rubbing shoulders with clans best left undisturbed."

Ready. Lyanna Black. The name I had been carrying for fourteen months, the identity built for exactly this kind of situation, a woman with enough history to be plausible and not enough to be checkable quickly. Hitchhiker. Wrong direction. Heard something in the trees. Ran. The story had no holes because it had been designed to have no holes, and the only way it failed was if I failed to hold it correctly. Still water, I thought. You know this. You've been doing this since before they gave it a name.

I nod back, unable to remember the last time I had indulged in the long-forgotten treat. While we eagerly await our food, Dakota passes the time by telling me all about how she and Mato had become a part of the notorious Shadow Pack—both accepted members of the widely renowned family. Engrossed in her story, I listen attentively to how her parents had narrowly escaped an ambush similar to the one that occurred within the Crescent City, causing them to run for their lives. Dakota gushes with nostalgia as she explains how the newlywed Dupont’s were uprooted and forced to travel afar—forced to search for a new pack and a place to call home if fate were to be on their side. Just like I, they had

Hayley said eagerly. “Daddy owns a splendid Palace like ours in the Crescent city? Blimey! I would love to live there, mommy!” As expected, Hayley was convinced by a pool and a separate play area for her, happily going with Daleyza to pack her bags. I sighed deeply, looking at her all excited. Demrid’s suspicious voice slithered into my ears as he asked. “Crescent city is the capital of the East Kingdom. And you told me earlier that you had rescued my princess from the borders.

Wynn reached out, stroking her hair as if comforting a heartbroken younger sister. He persuaded her to eat a bit, then took her to the mountaintop. It was a view Persephone had never seen before, overlooking lush forests and winding mountain roads. Further down, the entire city lay before her eyes. Flinge was a city in shades of gray. Even most buildings were gray-walled. At night, though, it boasted the world's most vibrant colors. Persephone beheld this city from this perspective for the first time, filled with a fresh sense of wonder.