Sam Crescent Novels & Stories

I stated, making her laugh in my head. “Your mark is fully connected and is a complete crescent moon. It is a significant brand of the Crescent Moon pack. “I want nothing to do with my old pack and most certainly not its Alpha,” I spat as I shivered against the side of the bathtub I was leaning against.

How was I going to find that out? I turned slightly to Damon. His gaze was fixed ahead even though it was a vast emptiness that laid in front of us. His brows were furrowed in concentration. ‘’You know the people of Crescent pack have a silly legend,’’ I began, keeping my tone very light. ‘’There are whispers about the reincarnation of their priestess.’’ If the information shocked him, he did a good job hiding it. ‘’They have too much time on their hands,’’ he muttered.

“Come on this cock while you beg for mercy.” And in no time, my orgasm crashed over me with almost no warning. I just screamed his name as my wet cum soaked pussy locked down around him in tight, powerful pulses. Clear fluid squirted out hard around his thrusting cock, mixing with the bathwater in strong jets. My soft arms finally gave out again and I just collapsed forward, but he held my body up by the hips and hair, never stopping the brutal pace as he fucked my wet cum soaked pussy straight through the whole climax.

She should not have gone into the forest. She knew that before she even crossed the tree line. Grimwall's forest sat on the east edge of town where the cobblestones ran out and the streetlamps stopped and the path narrowed into something that barely deserved the name. People in Grimwall did not go into that forest after dark. They did not go in before dark either if they could help it. Tyra went in at dusk. She had a reason. Old Sera who bought flowers from her every week had sent a message that morning saying she had found rare herbs in the forest that Marta charged three times too much for. Enough to cut Tyra's costs for a month.

They matched every rune with effortless precision. “What is the chosen elixir of Emily Carter?” Spiced cocoa with mountain honey. There was no hesitation; the runes matched instantly. “Upon which lunar cycle was Emily Carter brought into the light?” “The fourteenth day of the Harvest Moon.” He didn't just remember; he knew the very alignment of the stars. “Which hymn resonates with Emily’s spirit?” A Thousand Years. The song that lived in my marrow. Thanks to Adam’s clumsy attempt at vengeance, the entire bus had heard my soul bared to that melody. It was an easy victory for them.

Practically gift-wrapping herself and sliding across the table. I’d tolerated it. Entertained it, even. But I always knew. She wasn’t it. And Zey? Zey has never liked her. Not once. Not even a little. Still… Crescent Creek is our closest neighboring pack. Small — dangerously small — but they produce warriors that fight like demons. We need them. Which is exactly why this moment could not possibly be worse. Karissa slides up beside me like a snake finding warm stone, her manicured hand settling lightly on my arm.

"What mark." As if in answer, a burning sensation bloomed across her chest, sudden and sharp enough to make her gasp, and when she looked down, horrified, she watched a crimson symbol rise to the surface of her skin just above her heart, glowing faintly beneath the fabric of her borrowed shirt like something lit from underneath. Kael's hands stilled on Ronan's wound. He was staring at the mark with an expression Lyra couldn't name, somewhere between recognition and dread. "Never let Cassian see that," Ronan whispered, her grip on Lyra's wrist finally loosening, her eyes starting to drift closed. "Promise me. Whatever happens. He can't see it."

I shook my head, letting out a small laugh before recounting the chaotic chain of events during my journey back from Euphoria, sparing him the details of the amazing sex I had. “Whoever is behind this appears determined to keep you from uncovering the truth,” Casimir said, his expression growing thoughtful. “Did you manage to learn anything about the werewolves who were sent after you?” Nothing much,” I shrugged, staring down at my boots. “The only lead we got was that they were hired mercenaries. I think it was…” I paused as I tried recalling the names. “Three Crescents.” His frown deepened. “Three Crescents does not answer to just anyone,” he said, his jaw tightening slightly. “I find it h