Throne Of The Crescent Moon Novels & Stories

"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."

Above was the open sky, stars were out in their brightest and from time to time, shooting stars would glide through. At the edge of the vast room was her throne; made purely out of moonstone decorated with stardust. It was the shape of a crescent moon turned upright. Surrounding the throne were vines of moon flowers and evening primrose. Vases of such flowers hung in the air all over the room, blooming with the beams of the moon. Overhead of the throne was the moon, just as close as it was in the grand hall. Sitting majestically on it was the Moon goddess, clothed in flowing garments made of moon beams, emitting the Moon's light like a reflection. Her presence is ancient, gentle yet commandi

By the time she finished, the moon was rising, casting a haunting silver glow through the windows. When Alexei returned to fetch me, he looked primal. He wore a black tunic, but his skin was hot to the touch, and his eyes were now a permanent, glowing gold. The wolf was in Full control now. He led me deep into the woods to a massive stone clearing where hundreds of pack members waited. The Council stood at the center near an ancient altar. As we approached, a rhythmic, ancient chanting began, vibrating in the very air. “Alexei of the Crescent Line,” his father’s voice boomed. “The moon is at her zenith. Do you claim your crown?”

And still yet, that remains the least confusing thing, as what is, is the finding of the stake of Adonis, which was used to kill King Orrin. So many questions left unanswered, because yet, I never expected the Lord of the heavens to let such happen, without giving us any kind of sign. Still yet still, it is still a sign from him that each and every God he created is now in danger, meaning a new supernatural has risen, or it could be a supernatural who has always been there.

My fingers flexed, the sizzling sensation was thicker, stronger, and I liked it. “Who are you?” Her voice was low, fear dripping in it. ‘Your worst nightmare,” I sneered. “Kneel,” I ordered, they didn’t stand a chance, they couldn’t fight it. “You are his…” “Jonathan died for killing my mother and so will you,” I said in a low tone, cutting her off, I was done listening to the words that made it out of her lips. I was done. “Cor…” “My name is Crescent!” “Please…”

The sanctuary’s remaining protective spells flickered wildly, ancient runes glowing and fading along the tree line. Alaric rose to his full height, Leo still cradled protectively against him. “All of you, hold position!” His command carried the full weight of the Moonstone throne, silencing the growls instantly. Yet even he couldn’t fully mask the worry etching deeper lines around his eyes. “This is family business. My daughter and grandson are under my direct protection within these lands. But the goddess has woven their fates with Crescent threads. We must decide how to face what comes next, together.” Leo yawned against his grandfather’s shoulder, fighting the pull of sleep even as his po

He didn’t need more issues that he already has, so I kept silent, yet my mind couldn’t. On the twentieth blue moon, a new Luna will take her place, and noble blood will be spilled for the sake of the throne. Darkness will fall, and betrayal will tear the pack apart; one a galloper, one a fellow. With the new blood's arrival, the curse will remain still. No magic can save the warrior's wretched fate, only the blood of his newborn can do.

Kaelen knelt beside them, lips brushing the child’s forehead, and whispered, “You are our future, our legacy, and our light. Blessed Luna Rising continues through you.” The moon hung high, full and luminous, its light bathing Crescent Fang in silver splendor. The air was filled with the quiet hum of life, the gentle rustle of trees, and the distant call of night creatures. Crescent Fang had endured. Crescent Fang had flourished. Crescent Fang would continue to shine, guided by love, courage, and the indomitable spirit of the Blessed bloodline.

We’re high up, probably in the very peaks I imagined while blindfolded. Two great doors open before us, and the chamber inside is vast, hung with black banners streaked red, the mark of Blood Moon Pack. At the far end, three thrones rise on a dais of polished obsidian. The center is the widest, taller than the others, carved into the shape of snarling wolf heads with ruby eyes. On that throne sits the Luna, regal, elegant and powerful.

“I’m giving you a chance to step down. Walk away with your life. I don’t need to make this bloody, yet.” I stared at her. Zaira’s voice echoed in my mind. Bring Auren, or I’ll wipe every soul in Crescent Moon. And now Selene, mad with delusion, was standing here with a makeshift army, claiming the Luna throne while flaunting a mysterious pregnancy. Two enemies. One child. And me in between them. I was suddenly exhausted. But I straightened my shoulders. “This pack already has a Luna,” I said. “Me, you don’t have the people, you don’t have the blessing, and you sure as hell don’t have the truth.”