Novelas y relatos de Sam Crescent

Peter’s Basilica, its shadow swallowing the Vatican; the serpent tail snapping bridges across the Tiber; priests carrying relics out into the night as fire fell like rain. For the first time in centuries, the Eternal City was not eternal. Command Center – Crete “We just lost Rome,” the tech repeated, his voice breaking. Rivera’s eyes burned into the map, the entire city flashing red. “Where is Carson?” “On her way,” Dr. Voss said flatly, already pulling up mythological diagrams. “And for once, history may have a fighting chance.” Outside, Ellie and Cerebus stood ready — silhouettes against the rising smoke.

Neat and controlled and precise, the handwriting of someone who’d learned to perform competence in every visible thing. Three lines. Your mate is dying. If you want to save Derek, come to Crescent Moon alone. You have 24 hours. And at the bottom, the single letter signature. — Celeste

She knew that immediately. His wards were precise collections of lines intersecting in complicated geometric patterns. This mark was simpler. A crescent moon. Beneath it, three narrow lines curved downward before meeting in the shape of a pointed crown. Silas crouched beside her. “Do you recognize it?” Celeste traced the outline with her eyes but did not touch it. The grooves were worn by age, their edges softened enough that the carving might have been overlooked entirely if the snow had covered another inch of stone.

Leo said coldly. She scoffed. “You think I will be threatened by Alphas from an extinct pack. Me? Veronica Winston? The daughter of the Alpha of Crescent Moon?” Oh…them. Crescent Moon was a pack further up North. Arguably one of the three strongest packs in the country after Caelthorn and Riverside in the west. But of course, the most notable thing about them was… “The Alpha with two mates?” I blurted out, poking my head around my human wall.

Then she saw it. A symbol carved into the stone. A crescent moon split down the center, with three claw marks beneath it. Kane felt her throat tighten. “What is that?” Adrian stared at the symbol, his face darkening. “The mark of the Crescent Order.” Kane frowned. “Who are they?” “Hunters who believe wolves should never have existed,” Adrian said. “But they are not simple hunters. They are fanatics. They were founded centuries ago to wipe out the Bloodborn. They believe the Bloodborn bloodline is a curse.”

"Thanks. That was close. I felt the change trying to come but it hurt bad this time." Ezra stayed close. "We push harder in training tonight. The moon gives extra power. We use it to our advantage." Later that night in the hidden clearing they trained under the same moon. The pull made everything more intense. They ran drills and pushed their bodies hard. "Feel the moon," Ezra said. "Use it. Push through the next drill. Come on." Dane moved fast. "It is strong tonight. The ceremony almost broke me. I barely held the secret in front of everyone."

The bow was a shining silver the shape is like the crescent moon in the night sky. “I see you find it familiar.” With Christine mumbling a spell, the bow fell into Azrael’s arms. She touched it and felt the familiarity of the object. She felt tears forming on the side of her eyes. She thought that it was the only visible thing she could hold that reminds her of the Crimson Crest pack. The forbidden weapon that was said to have been given by the moon goddess. Azrael stopped her trail of thoughts and looked at Christine. Does this mean… “Yes Luna. The moon goddess entrusted the ancestors of the Crimson Crest pack with the Crescent Bow. No one knew why she did that but now, I think I know why.”

I close the distance between us, Celeste instantly looks down at her feet, unable to bear our close proximity. I need to see her beautiful eyes. "Look at me baby" I whisper but it still comes out roughly, keeping my hands to myself with great difficulty because the moment I touch her I know I'll loose control. She hesitantly raises her head connecting those beautiful grey irises with my dark ones. My wolf purrs in my head in satisfaction. "I Theodore ,the future Alpha of the Red Moon Pack accept you Celeste as my soultmate and the future Luna." I declare without breaking contact with her. My words are firm, I don't show an ounce of doubt to her.

Thankful that I can't feel anything anymore. My name is Cassandra Wright I'm 18 years old and this is my story, my life. I am from the Crescent moon pack or should I say I was until I had to run for my life. The Crescent moon pack is one of the largest packs in America and has some of the strongest warriors. My father is a werevolve and the Alpha of the pack my mother was something different a hybrid vampire-witch. And what does that make me you wonder I'm one of a kind a werewolve, witch and vampire. I'm a tribrid.

BEEP! Isang busina ang pumukaw sa atensyon ko. Agad na lumapit sa akin si Calista at sabay namin sinalubong si Crimson. She just got out from her maroon Chevrolet Volt. She was wearing a beige pencil cut, topped with a white long sleeves and a beige blazer jacket. Mukhang kagagaling lang niya sa opisina.