Saga De Crepusculo Novels & Stories

She is so weak she transforms back to her human form. Sage tries to put pressure on her wound, but she is bleeding out too quickly. Before Sage can attempt to heal herself, I forcefully smash her skull with my enormous and deadly paw. Sage is dead. Her blood soaks the ground around her. Suddenly there is a pulse from the ground as a flash of golden light makes waves along with the land around us. The rain stops, and the sky clears. The curse is broken. Werewolves and lycans will be at peace with each other. A premonition flashes before my eyes; it’s the first time I've ever had while awake.

In fact it made her even more sad. She heard one of the ladies whispering to Ryder and telling him that she would be alright and he would have his sister bacck soon. To just be patient. She was grieving just as he was, but that everyone greived in a different way. She continued to gaze at the night sky and sighed. Then she noticed it, suddenly her eyes widened. Blood on the moon!

Prologue The night is bright as the full moon casts its light over the city, the darkness fleeing from its beams and clinging to corners where it can hide from the light. It is indeed a beautiful night. The quiet of the night begins to fade as the echoes of rain start their reign, but that isn’t the only noise. They’re at it again. The rogue alphas twist the blessing of the moon goddess to create their own with a bite, turning it into a curse. The screams of innocents, who know nothing about our world, echo alongside the rain as their freedom to choose between the ordinary and the supernatural is whisked out of their hands with a bite. The screams grow louder as Hugo, the alpha of the Bloodl

My breath catches as I lift the delicate silver crescent moon pendant, memories threatening to overwhelm me. Bag packed, I take one last sweeping look around the room that sheltered me these past tumultuous months. I say a silent goodbye to the female who arrived here - battered, lost, carrying the weight of another's betrayal and her own broken heart. That Aria is gone now, shed like the skin of a snake, replaced by someone wiser and wearier.

She allowed her senses to slide back toward the twilight state… Suddenly, her consciousness was navigating a heavy tundra sled alongside Lucas. Their vanguard was crossing uncharted frost-valleys, moving over snow-paths her paws had never registered before… The toxic aura of Tyler Brooks was pursuing their track. The instructor was piloting a massive, multi-wolf siege wagon, attempting to ram their lighter transport off the precipice… They were driving their mechanics at terminal speed, desperate to outrun the threat… No matter what jagged pass or pine-locked gorge they selected, his tracking network consistently intercepted their coordinates… Finally, his massive war-wagon materialized dire

Not with her gone. I pulled another leather-bound scroll across the table and opened it to see what was inside. It contained references to witchcraft. Exactly what I needed. "Are you still awake?" From behind me, I heard Charles's gentle but worried voice. I didn't turn. "I can't afford the luxury of sleep." His boots made a tiny sound on the floor as he took a step closer. At last, Vega is sleeping. Nothing new has been discovered by the scouts. At daybreak, they will begin once more.

Death draws me towards it like we have been attached with an unbreakable string. Maybe it's just a superpower in which I get the last chance to save the person in front of me or maybe it’s a curse. Particularly a Crimson curse, as I like to call it. Through the years the number of deaths I have seen is greater than my age. You would think that death doesn't affect me anymore. You are right to think that because that is what I had thought until 5 days ago.

Her heart pounded as she met his gaze. “You never stopped loving me,” she whispered. His voice was rough. “I tried. I failed.” The air trembled. Their power merged, forming a single silver light that stretched toward the sky. For a heartbeat, everything was still. Then the ground shook, and the symbols on the pillars ignited. The Moon above appeared through the daylight, faint but visible, glowing white as the two stood locked in the circle. A wave of energy rippled outward through the forest, touching every creature that bore the mark of Silver Crest.

She saw her husband’s reflection first—his stiff posture, the storm in his eyes—and her smile slowly faded. The moment the door closed behind Lila, she gently took his hand and led him to the cushioned seat near the window. She slipped behind him and began massaging the tight knots at the base of his neck—her secret therapy, the one thing that always loosened the tension bottled inside him. It worked. After a long exhale, he finally spoke. His voice was low… tired. He told her everything—the outcome of the emergency meeting, Carlo’s threatening letter, the looming war. How Crestmoon had no army strong enough to withstand Silverfang’s if Carlo followed through. And how, in desperation, he nee

He reached the center and grabbed her waist, pulling her down toward the stone. “I see you!” Lucas roared, his voice joining the choir of the Altar. “I see the girl! I see the wolf! I see the shadow! You are my mate! I ACCEPT THE BLOOD!” The Crimson pillar turned into a blinding white. The shockwave that followed was felt as far south as the Moon Shadow borders. The violet fog was blown away. The eclipse in the sky stalled, the shadow receding from the moon. When the light faded, the plateau was silent.