Astrological Myths Novels & Stories

I knew that mom wouldn't stay with us longer if we didn't treat her quickly. But to be honest, deep inside we all knew, there was no cure for her. The damages in her body wouldn't be healed. But still everyday we kept aside all of our worries and enjoyed our precious moments together wishing someday the tale of the mystic spring would come true and heal everything. I laughed inside at my own thoughts. In our nursery book, we would read the rhymes about the mystic spring. It was an old wolf myth. Wolves believed that awakening of the mystic spring would kill the darkness and bring back the souls and reigns by lightening the world.

Bethany said, hitting a tennis ball to my side. " Yeah I'm surprised and I'm still stoked." I said and chuckled. " She told me something, that she's a falling star. That sounded strange to me. By the way, you know a lot about myths and folklore. What does a fallen star mean?" I added. " Crazy. But it means a star that fell off from the Galaxy and landed on Earth in human form. And also they fall every five hundred years." " Jeez." " Isla is one?" Bethany asked, surprised.

I asked softly. Kade looked at Ronan, then looked back at me. “It’s not guaranteed but they could be. And they have the most power over an Alpha. That’s why Alpha’s aren’t so keep about the Bloodmoon.” My breath hitched. “But that is all just a myth, right?” Ronan gave a hollow laugh. “We used to think so. But that book is from our descendance from a thousand years ago. They don’t make up ‘myths’ like that.”

I kept my gaze forward, forcing my breathing to stay steady. “Moon wolves are a myth,” I said, controlled and even. “Just stories told to pups. Nothing more.” Crux finally turned his head slightly, giving me a partial sideways glance. “Many things were considered myths,” he replied. “Until they were found.” I didn’t answer. I couldn’t. My father was always a fan of rare, like he bread any shifter he met. And I’m afraid he might see through November. My dragon inside me pressed hard against my ribs, pushing heat through my veins, reacting in a way I couldn’t allow Crux to see.

At night, They walked around the forest like a thief at night, even not daring to breathe loud, fearing that if they made a sound, they would wake some animals. After finding some wild berries to eat, they returned to the forest entrance; they saw that fog had already stopped to thicken. Still, as time went by, it started to disperse. Still, the rate of dispersal is shallow. The only person who saw this is a smart man because he felt that if they want to leave this magical forest without His heart has many conjunctions in his mind. In the end, he concluded that someone was playing tricks because he didn’t believe that in this era and this technically advanced Century, they still have those

they claimed. I failed to hide my deep look of skepticism. “What? In this day and age, with science being what it is, you’re telling me that you all believe in some mythical curse?” “You may choose to laugh at our customs, but there have been instances from other packs who experienced such unfortunate happenings because their Alpha and Luna separated even though they were fated mates.” I buried my face in my hands and groaned. “This should literally have zero bearing on anyone, considering that I am human and for the obvious fact that Barrett and I are not ‘fated.’”

Eros said. “Well, that’s just awesome. Not only am I a Goddess, excuse me, a New Goddess but there are also Werewolves and Vampires out there. Anything else I need to know?” I asked putting my head in my hands. I could feel a headache coming on. “Most Myths are real.” Hades said. “Thanks.” I said giving him my best side eye. “You’re welcome.” He said, not understanding my sarcasm. “Aria.” My sister warned.

, though the whisper of the rumour suggested something far more scary and sinister. But Professor Ravencrest's assignment was a must, I couldn't afford not doing it. The question: Research the historical significance of lunar cycles in European folklore. Pay particular attention to transformation myths. Due for submission tomorrow, my heart ran. I knew deep within me that it wasn't just a question, he wanted to know if I was lying about my parents being anthropologists. The mythology section occupied the library's third floor, accessible only by a narrow staircase that creaked with every single step.

Anton asks, making Orion turn back to him. “Are yours…not?” Orion returns, frowning. “We only have one,” Anton says, glancing at me. “And yes, traditionally, it’s a…girl.” “Weird,” Orion says, nodding as he takes in this information. “Yeah, our moons are always referred to in the masculine. The myth is about three brothers –“ “Back to me!” I call, interrupting, bored with all the himbo mythology. I lean forward, holding Orion’s gaze as he turns his head towards me, grinning. “So, the night after the talent show? We can do the divination?”

He’d always be a dominant personality to Ana’s, and they’d have to always work on their relationship as neither would back down. “Sadly, no, he hasn’t my dear. George is just expressing what he feels and how your society has fought against Fate and the Goddess’ intentions. I think they often forgot that myths are often come from some form of truth. The stories say vampires were originally raised from corpses of wolf shifters to hunt rogue or renegade wolf shifters. If that’s the case, fated life partners are easy to believe exist. Or that Fate and the Moon Goddess have a firm hand in your lives.”