Saga De Crepusculo Novels & Stories

The dawn rose like a wounded animal, streaked in bruised purple and a red so dark it felt like an omen. Aria stood at the highest balcony of the Crescent Citadel, her black hair whipped by an unforgiving wind, her heart beating in a rhythm that didn’t feel like her own. It pulsed with the pack’s fear, the pack’s hope, and the steady thundering loyalty of Kaelen’s wolf. The prophecy dream still clung to her mind like smoke—a Blessed Luna shall end the curse of rogues, but only through blood freely given. She didn’t yet know what that meant. She feared she would soon find out.

Instead, she cut her wrist and as the drops fell on the earth, she said these words. “I, Sabrina Weston, curse you Lightning Sauron, son of Lucifer Sauron, never to feel the bond of a mate, never to be humane to women. The beast shall not depart from you. I curse you to be worse than your father!” I believed she was babbling and killed her nevertheless. I swallowed and turned to my mother with cold and mean eyes. “No.” I walked away. “Why didn’t you fucking tell her?!” Blaze lashed out at me.

All I see in his eyes is lust, and his goddamn tented pants from his dick, which I want nowhere near me. "She's not yours either," he gasps, throwing a punch directly in my gut, which I take. "Omegas are for all to rut." He sweeps his gaze to Cara behind me. "Wrong thing to say." My fingers around his neck squeeze tighter. He may be built like a tank, but I am convinced he's never experienced the number of battles I've endured or faced the monsters that live up in the North. The kind that rip your head off with one swipe for looking at them the wrong way. And yet Cage's father sent his only daughter to them in exchange for peace between their two packs. But I shake those thoughts away. They

"Go to Aunt Cleo!" Aqua's heart pounded in her chest as she stumbled towards the door, her legs shaking with fear. She glanced back to see her parents fighting valiantly, their magic clashing with the dark energy of their attackers. Milak's elemental fury and Zara's healing light intertwined in a beautiful yet tragic dance of power and sacrifice. But it wasn't enough. Milak fell first, a blast of dark energy striking him down. Zara's scream of anguish pierced the air as she knelt beside him, her light flickering and fading. The witches closed in, their laughter echoing like a chorus of nightmares.

The aroma of herbs and blood mingled in the air, a reminder of both triumph and sacrifice. Kael assembled the warriors and addressed them, his voice resonating over the crackling flames. “This evening, we pay tribute to those who perished. Their bravery has brought us this dawn. The Dark Priestess is no more, and the curse that has bound us for generations has been lifted.” The crowd erupted in cheers, weary yet proud. However, among them, Aria remained apart, her gaze fixed on the moon ascending above the mountains. Its light shimmered peculiarly, casting shifting shadows that appeared to move even in the stillness of the wind.

CELESTINA VILLARAMA'S POV The aura that emitted from Siege was bursting with intense bloodlust, even though he was still not shifted to his wolf form. In each step that he made towards Lucas and Leo, he was glowing in a mixture of a dark and crimson aura. "Give me Celestina's pendant back, Leo. I'll give you three seconds to hand it to me," Siege seriously mumbled. He wasn't even looking at any of them, and despite watching them from behind, I can see how Siege was only glancing at his feet.

The old man looked into her palms keenly for another full minute, his eyes widening like they were about to pop right out of their sockets. Yolanda and Charles had exchanged puzzled looks for the umpteenth time, trying to figure out what was happening. Suddenly, the old man began to mumble words that made no sense to the young man and woman seated before him. "I can see very dark spirits inside of you. I can see a__werewolf," He paused and looked closer. "There's a woman obscuring my view of your future. She's standing before a door. It looks like she is trying to keep it closed."

--- 10:45 PM The ancient clock on Deimon's chamber wall ticked toward midnight, each second echoing like a death knell. Everything was in position. Below, the entire Crescent clan marched through snow-laden paths toward Ascension Hills, their breaths forming ghostly plumes in the cold air. The procession moved in eerie silence, thousands of footsteps crunching through ice and snow.

Crescent howled softly, her silvery fur shimmering, the sunlight reflecting in her amber eyes, the grove a sanctuary, the warmth a shared promise. Alya walked away from the grove, her steps sure, the journal tucked under her arm, Crescent at her side, the sunlight filtering through the canopy, the air filled with the scent of pine, wildflowers, and the faint whisper of magic, the grove a sacred space of memory, the Dawn Pack’s legacy a radiant flame in the forest’s heart. The horizon beckoned, a new story waiting to be written, the Lunar Legacy a tale that would echo through the ages, its embers sparking the possibility of another journey, a new pack, and a new dawn.

“I won’t leave my own to wander in darkness.” The weight of those words settled on Sage’s heart, giving him strength he didn’t know he had left. For a brief moment, he felt satisfied. Alpha Dylan has come to him, it was a beautiful thing ever and thanks to Rae. He knew how much his Beta would be worried having not returned for days. “I need to tell you something, Alpha,” Sage said quickly, his voice hoarse but insistent. “I saw her. I saw Ursula. She’s the one who cursed Aurora. I saw it all in the mystic world.”