Sam Crescent Novels & Stories

I whispered. But Arnold continued mercilessly. “I, Alpha Arnold Reid of the Nightshade Pack…” My vision blurred. “…reject you, Leticia Hales of Frostfall Pack…” The mate bond snapped through my chest like something tearing apart inside me. “…as my Luna.”

progressive-markdown_:is(p,blockquote,ul,ol,h1,h2,h3,h4,h5,h6)]:pr-8"> _*]:min-w-0 gap-3 standard-markdown"> Seren had been in Crescent Ridge for three years when she understood what she had come to. Not what she had come for — she had known that from the beginning, or the beginning of the knowing, which was the conversation with the wolf who had said there is a place that does this. She had come to understand the function. She had come to see what sixty years of doing something correctly looked like from the inside. What she had come to was something else.

After they headed toward the elevators, Regina glanced at the clock on the wall. Nearly noon. The day stretched ahead in predictable calm, and she let herself relax slightly, shoulders loosening. Then the email notification chimed softly on the computer screen. She turned, clicking it open absentmindedly. Subject: Crimson Hollow Alpha Convention — Full Capacity Booking Her stomach dropped so suddenly it felt like she’d missed a step on a staircase. She stared at the screen, the words blurring for a moment before snapping back into focus. Alpha Convention. Her pulse quickened, a cold ripple spreading through her chest.

The silver light exploded outward. A wave of energy surged across the training grounds. The snow trembled. The trees shook. And for one brief moment— A symbol appeared on Sam’s wrist. Clear. Bright. Undeniable. A crescent moon surrounded by silver markings. Glowing. Alive. Ancient. Then— It vanished. Just as quickly as it appeared. Silence followed. Heavy silence. Complete silence. Nobody moved. Nobody breathed. Nobody spoke. Because everyone had seen it. Every single person. The mark.

I heard Leo and Lucas shout as they tried to break the spear. “Your dearest Empress made a deal with a demon! In exchange for the king’s life, she will live, but if she kills me, she will die together with me! Hahahah!” Chris told Leo and Lucas. “Clementine! There has to be a way!” Leo shouted. “Stop this! If you kill him, you’ll die! Please! Stop! We will find a way to get you out of his curse, please, just don’t kill yourself,” Lucas said.

He looked pissed and disgusted that she would even say that. “We are not Mates. I would never be mates with an ugly, worthless excuse for a wolf. I don’t know who would even consider accepting a loser like you. I, Oscar Barlowe, soon to be alpha of the Dark Moon pack, Reject you, Lilith Brookes, as my Luna and my mate.” Everyone around her started laughing as he walked past Lilith and into Brittany's arms. The entire team quickly tried to make his way to his best friend, who looked to be on the verge of tears, but he wasn't fast enough as Lilith promptly made her way out of the school building.

"I'm doing this for the wereworld. I'm a were-creature and it is my job to do all I can to protect my world." "A ticket check is about to commence. Please, have your tickets ready for inspection." "That's our call." Brient stood up from the chair and began to walk away. Danica, Helia, and Rendall stood up and gave each other sad looks before taking hastened steps to catch up with Brient. Selene had given them the address of Nyx's house and that was where they were heading. They finally reached Bushwood, a suburb. According to Selene, it was where Nyx's house was located and from the address, the small cottage with a bad fence before them was Nyx's house.

Their second gift granted them the ability of making anyone submit to them by staring them in the eye and that made it impossible for anyone to look into their deep crystal blue eyes for more than three seconds because it paralyzed them in their fear. The white fur were all white wolves with crystal blue eyes and their wolf size was larger than any normal wolf. What distinguished them from others was their unique mark. It was a white crescent moon found mostly on their chest, wrist or back shoulder, and thus the name The White Crescent Pack. My heart skipped a beat and my hand clutched onto my chest where the mark was, involuntarily. No, no obviously no. I frantically searched for a picture

I know that leaving Callum and the Moonshadow Pack behind will be the hardest thing I've ever done, but I also know that it's the only way I can truly protect myself and my child. As I step into the cool night air, the moon casting a soft glow on the world around me, I take the first step toward my new life – a life away from Crescent Valley, away from the Moonshadow Pack, and away from Callum. It's a journey into the unknown, filled with both hope and fear, but I know that I must face it with courage and determination, for the sake of my child and for the chance at a brighter future.

"If I die, then what is the importance of this conversation? You can simply say it in the presence of others. You asked for confidentiality because you have something for me that others can't hear," His face was shadowed by certain sobriety, one mask that I never saw coloured his long, brooding face. He sniffed and all that was gone, "See, that is what makes you the most promising out of your sisterhood. Arrogant, yet sharp." He taunts. "I assume obtaining the cure was not an easy feat," I said, paying no mind to his false flattery. "Aye," he pulled a stool from the corner to sit beside the wooden bed I lie in. "They call it Acoenite assi in the old tongue. Most of the common folk residing i