Saga De Crepusculo Novels & Stories

A crescent moon cracked down the center. My teeth clenched. The Silverbane crest. I hadn’t seen that mark since the night everything changed. The night the curse was placed on my bloodline. The night the gods turned their backs on us. “Where did you find this?” I asked, voice low. Ronan swallowed. “At the edge of the city. A scout found it hidden near an abandoned shed. He said it was meant for you.” Cold slid along my spine. I broke the seal and unfolded the paper inside.

My body trembled as joints popped, muscles tore, my breath catching in my throat like a scream that didn’t know how to escape. I fell to my knees. My hands scraped against wet concrete. “Shit… shit… I’m not gonna make it—” The wind blew my hair as the moon broke through fully—silver and round, staring down like a cruel eye in the sky. My spine arched—crack. “Ahhh—!” I bit into my sleeve, trying to muffle the sound ripping from my chest. My flesh boiled, changing. This wasn’t ordinary pain. This was bloodline agony. A cursed birthright. A ritual I had to fulfill every month—no matter how badly I wanted to stay human.

Anxiously checking the time repeatedly, I am afraid Gran will go home first. “Were you dying?” I asked in a whisper. Saga laughed with amusement. A few of the other girls turned their heads. “You mostly watch vampire movies, Bara.” Saga grinned. “What do you expect? The story of the creation of the vampire version of Edward Cullen or Jasper Hale? Emmet?” I almost choked. “How do you know those names?” “My foster sister is a big fan of the Twilight series,” Saga answered embarrassed. He waved nonchalantly. “I'm not dying. I'm alive, hale and hearty.”

“Come here and kneel by my side.” Aurora sniffed me hard and happily went to kneel by Sage. “I will get on with it, Kieran but at my own pace. I want to drag out the torture.” Sage replied. “The more time we you waste, the more trouble brews back at Silver Crest.” I urged. Sage smiled. “Time works differently here, Kieran, by the time we return to Silver Crest, no one would even notice we were gone.” She revealed. “Stand up, the both of you,” she said and both Aurora and Madame X got to their feet. Sage stood up last and began to undress herself before my eyes.

The moon goddess said with smiles crossing her lips as she disappeared into the crowd of people. Nadia watched in disdain as Sophia and Derek held hands, walking straight to the podium. The moon goddess lifted a bowl and got a feather. Dipping it in , she sprinkled blood on the two of them. Then, she lifted her staff. Derek could not explain how he felt right now. Beyond doubt, Sophia had walked into his life to help him walk out of the dark. She was the light that he could see very clearly.

“This is the Dawn Pact. Written tonight. Signed under twin moons. Witches, wolves, and hybrids united.” She handled Damon a blade. He slices his palm without hesitation. “I sign for the Crescent Pack,” he said firmly, pressing his blood to the scroll. Elara signed for the witches. Kara signed for the hybrids. And when it’s my turn, I pressed my hand to the parchment, feeling the magic ripple through my skin. The room brightened. The scroll glows gold. A soft wind passes through the hall as though the moons themselves approve. “It’s done,” Elara said.

Chapter 5: Moonlit Showdown Guided by a cryptic map, Gabriel and Isabella embarked on a treacherous quest to a sacred grove, where the curse's origins lay hidden. The full moon loomed overhead, casting an ethereal glow upon the grove as Gabriel faced his ultimate test. The air crackled with tension as the cursed creature emerged from the shadows, its eyes gleaming with feral hunger. Chapter 6: Redemption and Freedom

“See what is written for you.” Cautiously, we stepped closer, drawn to the cauldron as if something unseen tugged at us. Steam curled upward, twisting like smoke caught in a storm, and the Oracle waved her hands again. The surface of the bubbling liquid shimmered, then rippled, and an image emerged. An orange sky burned overhead, a crimson moon hanging low, casting everything in a sickly glow. Flames licked the edges of the horizon, consuming everything in sight. In the heart of the inferno, two figures faced each other—one cloaked in darkness, the other bathed in a radiant light. When they collided, the cauldron trembled, and smoke billowed, the shapes dissolving into nothingness, leaving a

“I greet you all. I am Freya… the chosen Luna.” “We can see you.” The response was cold. Uninterested. Unimpressed. Silence followed. Long. Heavy. Uncomfortable. It felt like they were studying me. Like I was something being inspected. “So,” one of them finally spoke. “This is the girl.” I swallowed. “She doesn’t look like much,” another added. A quiet laugh followed. “She looks fragile.” “Like how a cursed one should look.” The word hit me hard. Cursed. Always cursed.

Torches flickered weakly as I descended deeper, my steps echoing unnaturally. And then I saw the vial. Suspended in midair, glowing dark crimson, pulsing like a living heart. My hands shook as I reached for it. The moment my fingers brushed the glass the world shattered. Visions exploded behind my eyes. A blood-red moon eclipsed the sky. Wolves chained to stone altars screamed as magic carved itself into their bones. They watched helplessly as their mates and children were slaughtered before them, the curse sealing with every death. I saw Liam standing beneath the eclipsed moon, a crown of crescent silver placed upon his head as the world bowed.