Astrological Myths Novels & Stories

Delaury's POV “ When did the wolf's age ever have a blood moon? “ I asked Krystal. The blood moon was a myth I'd grown up hearing about and I never knew it ever happened. “ The blood moon is coming? “ Krystal asked back. I only shrugged. “ Tristan talked about it to me, I didn't think it was a thing so I just shut up “ “ It is, it has different meanings “ “ What are they? “ “ Some say it signifies a curse and most people sacrifice their loved ones for power and others also believe it's a time of renewal “

“There have always been speculations, whispered among seers and elders. They say his fated mate would arrive at the wrong time, that her presence would disrupt the balance rather than restore it.” My stomach tightened as she continued. “They believe that when she ascends, everything will fracture. That both of them will suffer. That the bond will not bring harmony, but destruction.” Her eyes searched mine. “Some say he will end up killing her. Others believe she will be the one to ruin him.” “That is complete nonsense,” I snapped, rising to my feet. “How could the Moon Goddess bind souls so cruelly? How could fate be so careless?” Lyria did not recoil from my anger. “Fate is not careless,” s

"Grandma, did you know that Ale has three mates? And she will be cursed if she chooses only one and discards the others." "She doesn't have to choose, and the others don't have to leave. Being in the same orbit doesn't mean they will always be close, right? Like Auriga, Orion, and Canis Minor surrounding Castor and Pollux. They are doomed. Even though they aren't close, they will always be together." Grandma also knew about astrological mythology, and each of her sentences reminded me of Ale. "One day you will rise together without having to choose one and erase the others."

He asked me and I look down at him confused. "Huh?" I asked as I go up his shaft and he pulls me down. "What do you think about the myths?" "Oh, I don't know. I mean what if we're the aliens and they're humans. What if unicorns are not as magical as we think they are. What if they're evil and just want to feast on us with their cute looks. What if the mermaids are the si-re-ns? Fuck." I was out of breath as he kept on pumping into me.

Tate refused to be deterred, "We haven't talked about the red moon ceremony" he insisted. "and what are we going to say about it? There was obviously a mistake, we can't be mates" Ryan told him, he turned to walk away but Tate held on to him. "The moon goddess doesn't make a mistake" "Tate, we are both men, how can we be mates? We even hate each other. I think we should reject each other" Tate stepped back shaking his head.

“But I think you already know that.” “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” “Everyone saw Estella’s moon marks…. Everyone has seen Candido’s—” “Stop it! You’re wrong. It’s just a trick!” “And everyone knows that you’re already twenty. Whether you like it or not, mates are just a story, a fantasy, a myth that’s been used to keep werewolf society functioning to the benefit of the person who designed it. It’s more of a curse at this point.” “You’re wrong. Mates are a gift from the Moon Goddess. Everyone is fated to meet their mates. Everyone’s fated mate is supposed to love them forever!”

Moriah screamed with pain, "AAAAAWWHH!" Above the thousands heads, the whoke sky darkened, black clouds started to emerge. Mysterious thunderstorms began to roar all over the place, but there was no sign of raining. All the soldiers looked at each other with confusion, murmuring about was happening. "It is..... it is the Legend!" a young soldier spoke up, staring at the unusual sky. "What legend?" another soldier poked him on his chest. "Do not waste yourself believing in this gossips, you little punk. They are just made by stupid folklore. Got it?"

Why me? "What makes you think that I'm powerful and special?" "You're a Zodiante, you have the power of the stars. You're powerful, you can to things other can't." The guy next to me coldly replied. "A what now?" "A Zodiante, like me. You have the power to summon a specific celestial spirit, Goddess Virgo. You must be special for a star to choose a human being like you." I could feel the hatred in his voice. "Why did it choose me?"

He silently prayed that none of these myths would distract Dom from his newfound responsibilities. "Have you ever heard of this, Alpha?" Dom asked moments later, getting Oscar's attention in the right way. "The myth of an Alpha born under the Golden Moon." Oscar was taken aback. This time his forehead wrinkled slightly, showing his uncertainty. "According to the stories I've heard, an Alpha born under the Golden Moon has a special gift. I don't know exactly what that gift is, but I do know that you were born under the Golden Moon. Isn't that right, Alpha?"

“Why do you study astrophysics when you can just, I don’t know, see everything anyway?” I get what she means. It’s a good question, but I have an answer. “I get visions. That’s part of being a mystic. Mystics are trained to read the stars through an orrery, or like this, by scrying, but having the power to do so doesn’t mean it’s accurate. I can pull prophecies from the stars but only if I can see the stars, and the positioning is correct, and there’s a lot of factors at play–time of year, light, weather, the moon cycle, which means prophecies are never totally accurate. So I study the sky. I’ve made maps that the witches and mystics now use in their magic, and it’s been successful. If a wit