Throne Of The Crescent Moon Novels & Stories

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.

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.

“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?”

She knew she must escape back home, and it has to now before the red moon tomorrow night. Since the announcement had truly been made, then Crestmoon must be in chaos right now. And Kaden… Her chest tightened. If he claimed the throne— the elders will surely object and blood will flood the pack. No...No... She couldn’t let that happen. She entered the bushes but before she scale over the inner gates— A strong hand suddenly grabbed her wrist. Firm.Unmoving. She gasped and turned. “Let go—!” Draven stood behind her. Breathing slightly heavier than usual.

But It didn't seem like a good positive type of smile. "Sera Thorne. Kael Ashwood. And company. How lovely." "Cut the pleasantries," Kael said. "Deliver your message." "Straight to business. I like that." She set down her cup. "The Moon Goddess sends her greetings and her ultimatum." "Which is?" I asked. "Sever the bond. Surrender the child. Submit to divine judgment. Or face extinction." Silence. Then Kael laughed. "That's it? That's her offer?"

Claire’s POV “Please let me introduce everyone,” Thoran stands. “As you’ve met, Jax,” he nods. “This is Herk, Alpha of the Crescent Moon Pack.” He gestures to the hazel-eyed man. I hesitantly glance over at him. His smirk has become a grin. He reaches out for my hand, and I slowly take it to shake. But he brings it to his lips, eyes never leaving mine. “Nice to meet you, miss…?”

Instead of falling, the pieces circled Elara like tiny stars. The air itself seemed to bow before her. A radiant silver mark appeared on the back of her right hand—a crescent moon encircled by thorn-like vines. The old woman fell to one knee. The Ashen warriors followed immediately. Even across the valley, wolves lowered their heads. The First Guardian stared silently at the glowing mark. When it spoke again, its ancient voice carried both awe and sorrow. “So…” “The last daughter of the Moon Throne still lives.” Far away, hidden in the deepest chamber beneath the ruined castle, a lone figure dressed in black opened a dusty book that had remained sealed for two decades.

"He swore he would return and take out his vengeance on BloodHowl, and his wolf reached out to me with a threat through the mindlink—" I was interrupted by a low mocking laughter that came from the far end of the table. I knew who it was even before looking. Elder Gregor, Thorne's closest ally before he was banished, and my uncle. "Thorne?" He echoed with a smirk forming on his lips "your own brother?" "Yes" I said defiantly, meeting his gaze. "Thorne has taken over MoonShire. The death of their royal family was no 'accident' as claimed. He swore revenge against BloodHowl and he is slowly weakening our defenses"

But what captivated her first was the center of the room. A throne. Enormous, carved from pale stone laced with a luminous glow, it seemed as if it had been sculpted from moonlight itself. Rowan gasped sharply. Kai breathed, “The Moonblood Throne…” Luna halted. She had previously glimpsed it—only in her visions, the ones that left her breathless and trembling. Yet witnessing it now, tangible, solid, awaiting her… her heart fluttered. “It’s summoning you,” Rowan whispered.