Black Zodiac Signs Novels & Stories

Josie had no idea it was a trap as she responded happily, "Yes, I'm a Scorpio. Are you into astrology as well? What a coincidence! I also love astrology!" Ambrose tapped his fingers on the table casually and said, "That's right then. Scorpios can be described in three words: cunning, crafty, and ruthless!"

“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.”

"We're really busy right now. We need to get everything in order before it all goes down." "You should be helping," I respond, though my body is still weak. I don’t want to keep her from her duties. She brushes her hair back, revealing the black 'Z' tattoo behind her ear. "Do you know what this is?" she asks. "It isn’t just a 'Z.' It’s Zombie’s way of marking his she-wolves… the ones he owns." "But that doesn’t mean we belong to him, does it?" I question, a sense of defiance rising within me.

Red indicates hostility, white indicates neutrality, and blue is a kind soul. There were more auras in detail, but as a mage that went to and fro between the great forest and the capital, I can summarize the auras based on what I see at the moment, which were golden, black, and seven colours of rainbow. Golden is a symbol of royalty, which all the pureblood royals emit. Black indicates beings from the underworld. It's doesn't solely mean black aura is bad, it is just a way to determine whether someone is a dead person or not because I can also see them.

I whispered in shock. I heard Caspian clear his throat. “Yeah about that, she fit the description too.” That's too weird. And now I'm starting to think the moon goddess's clues were wrong. “Which of them?” I asked carefully. “For one, she's a Sagittarius. Born November 26th.” I knew it was stupid when Nyla said we were looking for Sagittarius girls! Nobody believed zodiac signs meant anything, right? But I'm willing to put my personal beliefs aside if that helps lift the curse.

"And the Black Pistons? They're not just a motorcycle club, are they?" Her laugh is warm, genuine. "They are a motorcycle club. Just not only that." She begins walking again, guiding me past trees bearing fruit I've never seen—silver-skinned with flesh that glows from within. "The Black Pistons are primarily dragon shifters. The clubhouse serves as the heart of their territory, a place they can be themselves without hiding their true nature."

And the color of the bulb remained a hazy black. Not even the elders had any idea. Well, truth be told, I already expected that results. Maybe I'm not cut out to be a magician in the first place. Visit novelB(i)n.NET to read, pls! I had to force myself on believing that the reason why I'm different than others was that I am special. Or is it what called as — self-redemption? Self-pitying? Or self encouraging? "..." Regardless... That hazy black...might also mean — I do not have affinity in any elements.

*BANG* As the two magic attributes touched, it then exploded. "Earth arrows!" Ziana also used her magic attribute. She made a bunch of earth arrows and sent them towards the bandits. "Fire arrows!" *BANG* Another explosion sounded. "Seize them." Shouted the leader. But the bandits suddenly were stupefied while staring at their hands. Zacharias and Ziana's have a brown glow in their hands which indicates that they have Earth attributes. While Simeon and Shella's hands have a red glow indicating them having Fire attributes.

Let me continue with Carter and I. Carter told you we were known as Ying and Yang. The names were simple enough. Our wolves, Carter and I's, matched the Ying and Yang colors the day we had our first shift. Carter Wolf is pure white. Mine, however, was pure black, but what made our wolves different, is Carter's paws and snout were all black, while my snout and paws were all white. We think it is because we were both born at the same time, and under the blue moon, which is like a supermoon for us wolves. The blue moon makes us even stronger and faster than we were for a time. It is when our wolf's hormones are sent into overdrive for male and female, so really any female unmated wolf in proxim

If Winter can confuse that person with me, Madeline never met me. I heard a light gasp coming from Winter when suddenly a large wolf with shining black fur, which shone under sunlight, giving it a purple illusion, appeared. He also had white strips all over his belly, but what caught my attention was the white crescent moon mark in the middle of his forehead. “He is awesome.” Winter gushed, but I saw him frozen at his place too. Our family had a history of black wolves. Zyphre is also a midnight-black wolf with the same mark in the middle of his forehead.