Throne Of The Crescent Moon Novels & Stories

I replied. "It's good that you brought Stella's mother home. I have been meaning to tell you how the ritual works. I know you loved her daughter a lot. Bringing her back won't be difficult…." I didn't let him finish when I cut in, "father, I already know about it," I said. "I know you knew about It with the way you kept her body… It must be done under the full moon. The full moon is just in two days. I hope you know how to handle it all," he said.

But that throne changed us all. Even me and him. He was once my guard, my protector. Now, he’s after my kingdom. The path to the throne is paved with thorns, pain and blood. To win, I’ll risk it all. I should risk all of that I have even if my heart is included. --- ETHAN ASH PENDLETON

Nonetheless, the bright full moon at the sky served enough to illuminate the grounds and other objects inside from the open windows. Likewise, the figure of a lady seated on an extravagant, intricately chiseled and decorated throne glows bright as two tall windows flash light on her like converging spotlights. The rear of her fingers altogether supported her tilted head while her other arm rests at her lap. Few meters away from her, a young man stands still, staring directly at her, awaiting the movement she will take. It is Tristan, that child she has been watching over since the first day of their meeting.

He looked pissed and disgusted that she would even say that. “We are not Mates. I would never be mates with an ugly, worthless excuse for a wolf. I don’t know who would even consider accepting a loser like you. I, Oscar Barlowe, soon to be alpha of the Dark Moon pack, Reject you, Lilith Brookes, as my Luna and my mate.” Everyone around her started laughing as he walked past Lilith and into Brittany's arms. The entire team quickly tried to make his way to his best friend, who looked to be on the verge of tears, but he wasn't fast enough as Lilith promptly made her way out of the school building.

The glyph projected a shape, not a man, not a creature, but a throne. A throne made of shadows, moonlight, and starlight woven together—three parts. Triad and Convergent. The original throne. The First Throne. Alessia’s heart pounded. She whispered, “The Architect wasn’t trying to create power.” “He was trying to reclaim it,” Selene finished. The throne pulsed again. —Descendant. —Bearer. —Claim what was denied. Kael stepped in front of her. “No,” he said firmly. “She’s not touching that.”

My heart is soaring to the moon and back with joy, but Teresa is scared. I’m older and ready for a family, so my level of excitement is over the top, she’s just turned 19 and within the last 6 months has really started to shine in her role as a Gamma female. Now that Gamma Dimitri is back and is training again, we’ve had time to relax and enjoy our alone time and now we will reap the rewards, our own pup, the next Gamma of Crescent Moon, Gamma to Alexander, how could she not get excited.

“The truth of who you are, child. The truth of what burns in your blood, and why the crescent flames on your arm.” Liora swallowed hard and stepped closer, feeling Dean’s steady presence at her back and Loretta’s trembling hand clutching her own. The old woman’s eyes softened. “Long ago, when Silvermark, Shadowmoon, and Nightveil were one, the Moon Goddess walked among her people. She blessed them with strength, unity, and the gift of shifting under the moon’s light. But she also gave a prophecy—one that even then filled hearts with fear.” Dean’s brow furrowed. “The prophecy of the Crescent?”

The Ashwood crest glowed faintly, enchanted ink reacting subtly to the presence of its descendant. A quiet knock interrupted my thoughts. “Enter.” Cassian stepped inside without waiting for further permission, arrogance lacing his every move. His youthful appearance and deceptively charming demeanor concealed the true danger of his ambition. “My lord,” he said, bowing slightly, an almost mocking gesture. “The lower quarter grows restless again. Another ward-light has failed. Rumors of the curse spreading.” “They’re always restless,” I responded curtly. “The wards have been weak for years.”

The throne room of Moonlit Haven had not known such breathless anticipation in decades. Silver banners shimmered beneath vaulted arches, each embroidered with the sigil of the Moon Goddess—an open crescent cradling a star. Chandeliers of enchanted crystal floated overhead, glowing softly with lunar light that pulsed in time with the kingdom’s collective heartbeat. Today was supposed to be historic. The Blood Moon Festival approached, and with it, a coronation long delayed. With Aurelia missing—dead, rumored, reborn, whispered into myth—the kingdom had finally done the unthinkable.

Silence. No one spoke. Then Astra whispered the question we all feared. "Who?" Solarius looked only at me. "The Moon Queen." My heart stopped. "No..." "The Crown of Luna was never merely a blessing." "It was preparation." "The one destined to sit upon the Celestial Throne must contain both Moonlight..." "...and the Void." Wesley immediately stepped in front of me. "No." "She won't do it." "There has to be another way." For the first time in thousands of years...