Astrology Sign Dates Novels & Stories

"More or less. It's time you knew." Well, so he was going to tell me what he and Ben had planned. This wasn't a trick or a tactic to get information out of me, right? And he was... really Jeremiah, right? "All right, if you tell me your plan and Ben's, I'll give you this important information," I replied. But, no, J. I won't tell you everything. Caution must remain in my dictionary. "My birth symbols are Castor and Pollux, representing the Gemini constellation, and the ruling planet is Mercury."

“It is fascinating! But to read someone’s chart accurately, we need their date of birth and the exact time they were born. That’s crucial for determining the positions of the planets at the moment of their birth.” Isla nodded, her mind racing. “I know Angelina’s date of birth! It’s March 15, 1985. But I don’t know the exact time she was born.” “That’s fine,” Maria said, her tone reassuring. “I can work with just the date for now. Let’s see what we can find out.”

Because it was real. “So, since his birthday is on February 28th… he’s a Pisces?” Rosie chimed again. “I guess so,” Sierra shrugged. Unlike Rosie, she never cared too much about astrology. “Let’s see,” Rosie pulled her phone out excitedly and began typing. She quickly found an article titled ‘Everything You Need To Know About Dating a Pisces Man’ and began reading it out.

"She's a descendant of Hecate but so are hundreds and thousands others. So why do her and Postestas' mate and that Mirus boy and the girl from 1700s all have powers and the rest don't?" "Wait...I think I've spotted something," I said flicking through the pages. "Milly's birthday is April 17th, Donatia's was April 16th, Mirus's was April 18th, Elizabeth's is April 14th. There's a connection. There has to be." "All three of those are in the Aries constellation," Max said. "Does that mean anything to you?" "Aries...aries...aries," I said trying to remember what I had read about that constellation.

It looked awesome, better than my previous paintings. "It's cool." Janice whispered appearing next to me. "I know." I grinned at her and twirled to see hers. A circle of sun signs was made and beneath every sun sign a quality was written. I went ahead to have a better look. Aries-Vigor, Taurus-Calm, Gemini-Beautiful, Cancer-Creative, Leo-Charming, Virgo-Reserved, Libra-Precise, Scorpio-Captivating, Sagittarius-Funny, Capricorn-Friendly, Aquarius-Energetic, Pisces-Graceful. Which one are you?

Oliwen stroked his long beard and sighed: “Alright, though we don’t know if that is fake or not, we still need to go to Domin for a little bit. We need to check out how that planet develops.” “I agree. Because it appeared in Pure’s dream, we need to be careful. If it is ominous, that will be dangerous.”- said Lowen “Ok, so we’re going to Domin. That Crossbreed was born when all the fairy flowers bloomed. At that time, the Cancer constellation will glow in Domin’s sky.” “Got it…”. All the captains said “But who is going there?” Everyone looked at each other. Suddenly, Oliwen raised his hand and he said: “Me!”

, I say, and he smiles and shakes his head while looking down. “When’s your birthday?” I asked. “September thirteenth”, he says. “Virgo! Makes so much sense now”, I say casually. “Yeah? How about you?”, he now asks. “December thirty-first, so every year is a celebration on my birthday”, I say as I roll my eyes. He laughs, “somehow I doubt you enjoy that since you’re a Capricorn”. “I am! And I don’t! But you understand my pain, since we’re like one in the same, which makes our signs the most compatible together out of all of the other signs”, I said, then realized what my sudden diarrhea of the mouth just made me say.

Then she stood abruptly. Her daughter eyed her with wonder and confusion. “Why you didn’t tell me earlier? How old is he? I thought their tribe was already wiped out?” “He’s ten and eighteen, he would turn nine this coming September,” Blanchett gasped again. Remembering the oracle and the signs. Her daughter was born in May, in a sign of twins. “His sign, my dear, what is his constellation sign?” Puzzled but obedient, she told. “The scale, he is born on the twenty-eighth of September,”

“One can basically tell you their birthdays by their attributes, as opposed to the other way around.” “Really?” I ask, turning to her, quite curious. “Sure,” she says, laughing a bit. “I mean, the astrological names and signs are all different in my world, even if our calendars are the same. But let’s see…Anton – he’s born in early September, I’d say?” I just stare at her and shrug because…honestly, I don’t know. “Yeah,” Laila says, turning to look Beatrice up and down. “And she’s got August written all over her. It’s…not going to work out.”

“I don’t think I’m the best person for that.” Her gaze didn’t flinch. “I think you’re exactly the right person.” I didn’t respond. My hands curled tighter around the blanket as she spread color samples between us, deep navy, silver accents, hints of soft ivory. “He’s a Sagittarius,” I said before I could stop myself. She tilted her head, surprised. “Yes… December fifteenth.” I nodded, eyes tracing the navy swatch. “Restless. Impulsive. Bold. Always moving faster than everyone else.”