What Does The Comet Symbolize In Literature?

Years after a deadly infection-The Lunar Plague-swept across the world, humans either died, turned into monstrous Hollowfangs, or survived with rare, unexplained immunity. Wolves became the dominant species, building packs and fighting to survive in a world of ruins. THE ALPHA Kael, known as The Grave Wolf, is the most powerful Alpha on the East Coast. Ruthless, feared, and respected, he built his pack from the ashes. But beneath the cold exterior is a man haunted by one loss— Nova Reyes, the girl he was fated to, who disappeared on the night the outbreak began. He spent five years searching for her, believing she was dead.

“The day my husband brought home his fated mate, was the day my unborn child died.” Ame is preparing for the return of her husband, the Alpha of the Shadow Hunters pack, blissfully unaware that his return will destroy everything. He doesn’t come alone. Suddenly during one fateful day, Ame finds herself framed for the death of her own unborn child…the mastermind to her downfall is her husband’s fated mate who returned from the war with him. Ame loses all trust in her husband of three years, having spent every day praying for his safe return, pleading with the Moon Goddess for him to survive the war that has torn neighbouring packs apart. Rather than celebrate his return, she is thrown into turmoil as it turns out she isn’t the only one carrying his child….his fated mate is also pregnant. What does this mean for Ame, for her position as Luna….as his wife. When she awakes from an incident to find her child gone, rather than console her….her husband blames her for the death of their child. Resigned to the fact that she cannot win, she prepares to leave only for her rival to attempt to murder her…to annihilate the competition. Unbeknown to the pack, she fails, Ame fleeing but not before declaring an oath of revenge to the Moon Goddess as flames rip away at her past life. She will prove her innocence; she won’t rest until she clears her name.

“But I have lifted my voice in pain to pray to you too. Am I irrelevant? I have done that since I was born. Do I not matter? Do the gods segregate as well?” “Feisty…” he replied, but before he could continue, I glanced at the edge of the cliff for a second, then turned back to him and smiled. “I refuse to be useful to these people you love so much. Even in my death,” I said as I jumped off the cliff. It was the beginning of my complicated fate with the gods and the end of my suffering with werewolves.

Every comet night, he comes. And when he does, lives will be lost- All for sustaining himself. ********** Earth is invaded by an Alien who crash lands on a comet night. He is stuck and needs his instrument to return home. 10 years later, he finally finds his instrument. But it has now become the life of a girl he ends up falling for..... And while she has something that the deadly Alien needs, She will have to become a tool used by the Handsome Detective in tracking down this Wanted Alien... And amid growing love, Contrary choices arise and enemies emerge from outer space. Now, love is like the wrong answer to the question - But let's tick it anyways...

“I won't let time hinder our love, wait for me, I'm coming to get you.” Two different person trying to straighten their lives, happen to switch paths they are taking. Will this be a chaos? Or will they be able to find their lost stars? PART 1 & 2 will be combined in one book, so you wouldn't be needing to search it again. Enjoy reading!

I had been with Elias, a renowned astrophotographer, for five years. With that said, I had never asked him to take me on a shoot with him, all because he once told me, "The first rule of astrophotography is to avoid any kind of light pollution. Even a flicker of your phone screen can ruin an entire night's long exposure." This was why I never even dared to send so much as a text to ask him if he had arrived at the location. I was afraid of ruining his work. All I did was wait at home. Whenever he went to the snowy mountains or the wilderness for a shoot, I would fold a paper star. In each of these paper stars, I would write down the things I did not get to say to him because I did not want to disturb him. [Make sure you layer up.] [I'll wait for you to come back.] I accumulated a thousand and ninety-six origami stars over five years, filling three glass bottles. He never opened a single one of them. Just last week, he was shortlisted for an international astrophotography competition. I was happy for him and went to the website to see his entry called “Light.” Framed at the center of the image was his assistant dressed in a red windbreaker. She was toying with a sparkler and laughing cheerily. The judges' comment read, "In this submission, the photographer voluntarily passed up the chance to capture a once-in-seventy-years comet. Instead, he dedicated the shot to the figure in the image who exuded all the light for him." This whole time, his world was never devoid of light. He simply wanted to snuff out my light. That same night, I poured all of the stars out of the bottles. I opened them one by one, to read the messages within to myself. Then, I burned them all. At dawn, after washing the three empty glass bottles, I had them neatly arranged next to the box he used for his camera lens. There were tens of thousands of galaxies in the universe. There was no reason I should linger outside the frame and wait for someone's light to bleed into mine.