Sam Crescent Novels & Stories

CILLIAN The tension in my shoulders that had only just vanished returned in an instant, bringing with it a hellish headache. Just when I thought we were in the clear… I should have known something was going to happen. The echo in my bones rattled my consciousness. Ciara and I couldn’t get a moment’s respite. “What’s going on, Sam?” I asked into the walkie. “It’d be best if you came to the Crescent Falls Motel,” Sam said in a grave voice.

She pestered and pleaded and even though I had already prepared to say no right from the moment she offered it, I agreed. We strolled down the narrow forest and though she was oblivious of how still and strangely quiet the forest was, jumping around and fishing out weird-looking leaf that she called ingredients for the herbs. The moon was a crescent one, shining the little light it offered into the still forest. My mind wasn't settled with the way the forest stilled with no sign of even an owl. And as I followed Aurora right behind, I watched my side and back of anything that could try to attack us.

IRIS “Meet your new brother.” “What?” No, no, no, I might be dreaming. This is not true. “Jade, you’re here!” Mr.Daves suddenly showed himself and greeted us with the biggest smile I have ever seen from him. He was, like Sage, wearing a white shirt filled with blue and purple paint. “I’m so sorry, had you been waiting long? We were doing last minute customization of your rooms. We have specially colored them according to your names, I hope you’ll like—Oh!” Mr.Daves couldn’t continue his words when Skye suddenly ran up to him and embraced him.

SIX MONTHS LATER — MAY HAVEN POV Spring in Crescent Lake was just as beautiful as I imagined. The spring festival the pack held on the shore of the lake every year — the one he’d written to me about in the letter I never received — was a blast. I ate more food than I should have and stayed up way too late dancing with Wesley and all our friends and family. And in the early hours of the morning, after we’d gone home, my mate held me close and made love to me, whispering to me and caressing me with the same care and tenderness he’d shown me on our first night together.

As we stepped into the dimly lit surveillance room, the tech team stood frozen, their focused gazes fixed on the vast wall of screens illuminating the chaos beyond. The flickering lights cast an eerie glow over their anxious faces. Aleksander pushed through one of the men as I moved closer, my eyes darting across the rapidly shifting footage. “What am I looking at?” I demanded, my voice low and edged with urgency. Jace, his brow furrowed in concentration, brought up the eastern quadrant of the Iron Citadel. “There,” he pointed, his finger hovering over a specific section of the screen. “Cameras in Hallway 7C went offline for exactly forty-eight seconds, then snapped back on. But here’s the p

The twilight sky, a deep indigo streaked with violet and gold, framed the crescent moon, its silver arc a defiant beacon, casting an ethereal glow across the scene, a stage for a legacy forged, yet poised for threats anew. Samantha Lykos stood at the clearing’s edge, her crescent-tipped staff planted firmly in the earth, its oak gleaming, silver tip catching the firelight in radiant pulses, a relic now a symbol of resilience. Her auburn hair was unbound, waves cascading like molten copper, shimmering in the twilight, framing green eyes that glowed with fierce serenity, tempered by the Iron Veil’s fall, yet shadowed by an uneasy vision. Her flowing tunic of deep indigo, embroidered with silve

Reagan raised a brow. “Crescent Moon is a prosperous pack, rich with vegetation, topography perfect for fortresses and located in a prime region nestled between mountains and the sea.” He spoke. “That’s just the pros of the land. The members are educated in combat, healing, and foraging. They are neo were-wolves. I dare you to take over them. Take their land and take their loyalty.” Reagan’s lips curled into a crooked grin. “Is that a challenge, Freddie?”

Reed POV After we made sure that Heather was clean and dry, we put on the t-shirt she had been wearing when we arrived. We tucked her in her bed to let her sleep. I stood there just watching her realizing again, for like the millionth time, I needed to keep this woman in my life. I had lost three years with her because of the biggest mistake of my life. Then, because of the stupid curse that is on our family we almost lost her permanently. We may still all lose because of the curse, but it won’t be without a fight. I’m going to spend as much time as I can with her until then. Lucas and I know that our plan is selfish, but we have to try. We want to convince her to finish her degree online. W

And Samantha—the White Wolf, daughter of the Moon, no longer a cursed orphan but a Luna, a Princess, and the prophecy fulfilled. Her cloak rippled behind her, white as fresh snow and heavy with the scent of battle. In her hand, she held the Crescent Blade—the weapon forged from moonstone, the blade that had cut through fate itself. The black crescent sigil, once a mark of doom, now lay shattered at her feet. The enemy was gone. The Black Crescent—a cabal of shadows born from envy and old blood—had fallen. Their witch-queen lay vanquished by Samantha’s own hand, her last scream carried away by the wind. The war of fates was over.

Two fluffy silver fox ears sprouted atop his head like mischievous antennae of divine gossip. “Oh no no no—!” he gasped, quickly slapping a leaf on his head with practiced panic. The leaf shimmered once, and the ears vanished. He looked around, cheeks puffed in embarrassment. Good. No witnesses. Not even that creepy vending machine ghost. Yin coughed, smoothing down his hair with faux dignity. “Anyway, yes. She’s definitely the one. Nexus’s whole ‘the land shall choose the spirit-bearing flame born in rust’ nonsense? Yeah. Selena literally works in Vermillion Cyberspace. Couldn’t get more prophetic if it slapped us.”