Throne Of The Crescent Moon Novels & Stories

It was sitting atop a rock, gracefully outlined by the moonlight. "Please... you can have me, but just let her go." I pleaded. The biggest one walked forward, it was so big it looked like it could swallow me with a single bite. 'And why would we do that?' It raised its front paws, slamming them back to the ground and causing dirt and dust to shoot into the air. 'You thought you could escape us. This is our turf East Valley belongs to the Lupine. You vampires can't stay in your land; you must come to ours and take our food. Leaving the rotting carcass to decay here while you run away with full bellies..."

She lunged at me violently, her claws protruding, but the Moon Warriors stopped her before she could get anywhere near me. I watched Sophia writhe beneath the punishment of the throne. For the first time since they entered the sanctuary, nobody from my family was smiling. Nobody was celebrating. Nobody was talking about how perfectly Sophia would rule. The Moon Throne had spoken. And it had rejected her. “Bastard,” I muttered slowly. But as I stared at the crimson rune glowing beneath Sophia, something about it caught my attention. The pattern wasn’t random. There was a tiny black crescent hidden inside the crimson formation.

On her head is a golden headband set with moon stones, on her arms she has many golden bracelets and coils. I wonder if my soul can kneel, as I have the thought I feel myself going lower, “Moon Goddess” I murmur, unsure what else to say in greeting. “Selene, we have found and brought the wearer of the Thalassa Aetheria as you requested,” Tisiphone greets Selene. “Thank you, for fulfilling my request, I realise that you must be in a hurry to return to your duties,” Selene responds. “Indeed we should return to our duties,” Allecto jumps at the chance to leave Olympus.

She cut her palm against one of the broken edges, and a drop of blood fell onto the Moonstone. The reaction was immediate. The entire chamber exploded with silver light. Kael shielded his eyes. The Dark Alpha dropped to one knee. Selene stared in awe. Elara whispered, "Moon Goddess..." The throne began rebuilding itself. Broken pieces lifted from the floor and floated into place. Stone connected to stone. Silver light fused every crack. Within seconds, the ruined throne had become whole — but it wasn't the same throne. Silver and black patterns covered its surface. A crescent moon sat above a dark wolf. Two symbols intertwined. Moon. Darkness.

"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.

Crescent’s Pov He hadn’t really said a thing, just sat on the throne trying to look intimidating. His men circled him; their eyes were shallow as they stared at the ground. “Aren’t you curious about who you are?” he asked. I was. But I wasn’t going to be asking him the questions. I didn’t need anything from him, I have seen the things that he has done, and letting myself be indebted to him, that would be the worst thing that I could ever do.

The reports arriving from Crescent territory had spread across the kingdom. A mysterious sickness. Food shortages. Weakening borders. Dying wolves. For some people, it was tragic. For others— it was an opportunity. "The Moon Goddess has finally delivered justice." The words echoed through the chamber. Immediately, growls erupted. My wolf surged forward. I remained seated. Barely. Lord Thorne stood from his chair. His expression smug. Cruel. "The Crescent Pack weakened us for years." Several nobles nodded. "They stole resources." "They attacked our borders."