Lester Crest Novels & Stories

The bow was a shining silver the shape is like the crescent moon in the night sky. “I see you find it familiar.” With Christine mumbling a spell, the bow fell into Azrael’s arms. She touched it and felt the familiarity of the object. She felt tears forming on the side of her eyes. She thought that it was the only visible thing she could hold that reminds her of the Crimson Crest pack. The forbidden weapon that was said to have been given by the moon goddess. Azrael stopped her trail of thoughts and looked at Christine. Does this mean… “Yes Luna. The moon goddess entrusted the ancestors of the Crimson Crest pack with the Crescent Bow. No one knew why she did that but now, I think I know why.”

It’s the last round. The croupier uncovered the dice. “High. Sorry, Mr. Crestfall, you lose.” Lester was stunned. The four million he won was gone just like that. Moreover, he would have to endure a few months without such pleasures! For a moment, he felt empty inside, and his face burned. He obviously felt bitter. “Mr. Crestfall.” At that moment, a middle-aged man wearing sunglasses approached him. He patted Lester’s shoulder and smiled. “It’s a shame that your luck was a little off. How about I lend you some money so you can continue playing?”

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.

After the Great Holy Polo finished speaking, he turned to look at Lester indifferently. “Do you want me to make a move?” Lester was startled, and everyone around looked at Great Holy Polo blankly. Was Great Holy Polo going to attack Lester? That would be a disgrace to his identity! Before everyone could figure it out, Lester's forehead glowed with the ancient dragon imprint, which belonged exclusively to the ancient dragon royal family. A golden light emerged from the imprint and formed a shadow above Lester’s head. The shadow was wearing a golden robe, and his eyes were stern with a hint of emotion.

BREAKING: Former Cole Enterprises CEO Richard Cole Submits Formal Minority Purchase Bid for Crestfield Iron. The entire sideline fell silent as the players on the bench stood to look at the screen. The Crestfield Iron were the Hounds' biggest divisional rivals—a physical, defensive-minded team located just ninety miles downriver. The two teams shared a long history of intense, brutal games, and their fan bases had developed a genuine hatred for one another.