Throne Of The Crescent Moon Novels & Stories

I taunt. A sneer crosses her lips. I hit a nerve. "You take mine, so I shall take yours" She laughs. With a wave of her hand, Thorne comes out from behind her throne. He takes her hand and quickly sits on her throne with the witch queen on his lap. A sickening silly giggle comes from her and he places a kiss to her lips. His hand holding her face.

His Highness had sent word to him a few days ago that he'd be arriving in a week's time to gather the academy's best as well as strongest fighters. "Yes, we'll take them based on ranking but make it quick, I can't stay here for long." Dane nodded in understanding before leaving the room to tell one of his subordinates to get started on the announcement to the students. When Dane left the room, Lucian turned to Llewellyn and spoke, "More and more people are starting to believe the throne has been corrupted." "If anyone outside the people who already know, should find out about her being the successor," Llewellyn glanced at Katherine briefly before continuing, "Not only will they refuse to be

She didn’t know about that. “She…” Her mother’s breath hitched, “she tied him to the moon. Just him though. He won’t be able to roam the earth as a human for two weeks straight. He would be trapped in his wolf form, with no hold on his humanity, for every first two weeks of the month” A breath of relief left Shirley in a rush. Relief that at least he was not without his suffering. Werewolves took pride in their strength as wolves. Not being able to access and control that form when they wanted had to be a nightmare, innit?

The only way for anyone to know the stunt they pulled six years ago was for her to know deeply the history of Moonglade, and Priscilla proved that she was well versed in the topic. “However,” she continued. “It never occurred to me that she is one of the Crescent, the heir at that. I’m hardly disappointed.” “I agree with Priscilla,” Laura of Litenna said. “I’m glad that the line of the Crescent is not extinct. Glaham still got a member–no, two members of the royal bloodline.” “Oh you mean that traitor we captured the other night?” Silas mocked. “He could hardly be called royalty.”

The silky coat was easy to move my hands through. I smiled at her as she allowed me move my fingers gently up her neck to her head. The contrast between my pale hands and her dark coat was intense. The pendant glowed on my chest, However, this time it shined white instead of grey. The color illuminated brightly between us and we both knew. I just had to accept her for all of this to be better. The pendent blinked once and went back to black. That must have been the part of the moon goddess’s love. Pure white. Blinding for the human eye.

There was no way his wolf could mindlink from so far away. No way, except one. He had begun to harness the power of MoonShire's Moonstone. The Moonstone was a powerful artefact that was said to be the frozen tears of the moon goddess. Only two Kingdoms had it and MoonShire was said to be one of them. If this was true, then Thorne's wolf and his soldiers would be much more powerful than BloodHowl was preparing for. But how did he unlock MoonShire's stone? It was something only the descendants of the Royal family could do, and he had killed them all off, even his own wife.

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.

The Thornmoon castle no doubt. It had towers that stood high tinting the sky. It was sharp, old but exquisite with its crest carved against the high wall. It was a crescent moon, sharp and broken like its edges were made out of blade. Twisted around the moon was a thorned vine. And just above the crescent moon was a wolf’s head, strong and looking sharply ahead. Everything felt similar to what we had read in books but seeing the wolves' fortress in person was more scary. I instinctively took a step back before I followed Miriam into a wide courtyard.

“That’s why you need to be strong enough that no one dares try to force you into anything. Strong enough to choose your own path.” I absorbed this, another weight settling on my shoulders. It wasn’t enough to be powerful. I had to be untouchable. “How do I get that strong?” I asked. “First, your wolf needs to emerge. Fully. No more curse holding her back.” Elena pulled out a small crystal vial filled with silver liquid. “This is essence of moonflower. Extremely rare, extremely potent. When consumed during a full moon, it can help break curses tied to lunar magic.” I stared at the vial. “Will it work on me?”