Candace Owens Zodiac Novels & Stories

The moment the screen went dark, a piece of my heart went with it. In the past, my birthdays were never quiet. Because my birthday is November 8th and Cassian's is October 28th. I'm a November Scorpio, and he's an October Scorpio. Cassian hated socializing and almost never celebrated his birthday, so from the time I was a teenager, I would drag him into my celebrations. I insisted he blow out the candles and make a wish with me. Gradually, everyone around us assumed the same—we shared a zodiac sign, and we always spent our birthdays together.

I struggled, moving from my rank of a weak omega to his mate, and subsequently to a Luna to prove that love to him. His face looked tired, and I wished I could stand up and hug him, tell him that everything was going to be okay, but the anxiousness was getting the better of me. What was this confession? Zane cleared his throat, and I felt my heart beat a little faster, the palms of my hands old and clammy now. "Cassie is pregnant," Zane murmured. Cassie was my best friend. Like me, she had been a weak omega and the both of us had bonded over that attribute that we shared. We stuck together for a while before I was chosen by the Moon Goddess as Zane’s mate.

"And who the hell is Candice?" Killian guided her to the couch, easing her down. He sat close to her, taking her hands in his. "I was going to tell you once you were fully recovered. Candice leads the Raven vampires," he said quietly. "She's old—I mean, not physically old—vampires don't age—once they're turned, they stay like that." He held her hands tighter now. "She's over 150 years old, if I'm not mistaken. "What?" Annie was bewildered.

I sighed deeply, tossing the pillow aside and staring at the ceiling for a few moments before finally getting out of bed to open the door for Zoe. I am Cassandra Jones, a twenty-two-year-old lone wolf with a monotonous and unlucky life, while Zoe, my best friend, is the complete opposite. At the same age, she has her own pack, numerous friends, and even a mate. Her life seems perfect, yet I've never felt jealous of her, although I yearn for what she has. Zoe and I crossed paths two years ago at a moonlit party I stumbled upon by accident. Seeing that I was alone, she kindly decided to keep me company.

“Left? When I’ve not seen the end of the story? No! And I’m sure you haven’t heard if you’re still here, sitting all pretty and drinking champagne.” I furrowed my brows as I set the glass back on the table. “What happened Candace?” One of the reason I moved Candace was that she always knew everything that was happening. No matter where she was, she knew and even I that lived in the mansion didn’t know half the things she knew and sometimes, I wondered how she knew about such things. “Oh girl! That witch! The result is out and you my dear friend has to act fast! The test according to the doctor shows that she isn’t a witch, she’s Alpha Harold’s fated mate.”

Was that what he meant by fate had hurt him twice? Adrian winced at the memory. It must still hurt him to think about. His mother sighed dramatically. “Lets face it. You have very terrible taste in women, and we cant trust you to choose a good mate and Luna, which is why I took it upon myself to secure you the best bride. Candice is the daughter of a wealthy Alpha with a powerful bloodline. She is also most importantly your best bet at giving birth to the child the Oracles have prophesied about for years.”

Harshly unclasping the arms of the Lady Lycan and pushing her a step away from him, Owen said curtly, "Enough Casey! Who do you think you are that I should take your permission, huh?" The Lady Lycan clinging to Owen that Owen just pushed away was Casey. She was shorter than him and also younger than him by 2 years. Casey was a 25-year-old Lady Lycan with a dusky complexion. Her face was square-shaped that bore plump lips painted in black on top of which was a round nose with a black nose ring. Her full cheeks had a light tint of blush that made them appear rosy pink. Her small blue beaded eyes were heavily colossal. Her slender, dusky figure was draped into a black ruched one piece that casc

“The couch is giving you a hint, lose weight fatty.” “I could up my work out, as long as it includes you.” He said, his eyes running over her body suggestively. Her heart skipped a beat but Elijah knew she was no longer angry. He took her hand pulling her down next to him, his arm firmly going around her shoulders and neck. The woman watched them and smiled. “We didn’t get your name…” Scarlett said, the woman nodded. “My apologies… but we aren't really worthy of names around here, I'm the head omega… Candice.” The woman said, Scarlett tilted her head, the woman didn’t seem familiar.

The grimoire turned out to be the largest book Cassandra had ever seen, with pages made of parchment illuminated with tracery, and it was open to a page thickly covered with elegant, intricate writing. To Cassandra, it was the most beautiful handwriting she had ever seen. She felt the urge to trace her fingers over the inked pages. There were pictures of herbs, flowers, roots, and seeds. There were also diagrams and drawings of astronomy. Some of them with suns, moons, and stars, or symbols for the zodiacal constellations: two fish for Pisces, a bull for Taurus, a hunter with a crossbow for Sagittarius, and so on. Each of these had female figures arranged in two or more concentric bands. Mos

If she could do anything to alleviate that pain for her sibling, she would. Job did some quick introductions as they encountered personnel both in the hallway and in the large conference room. Some of the people Cadence recognized from the night before; others were new to her. Trina was tall, almost as tall as Aurora, with short blonde hair that stuck up on top sort of like a mohawk, and Oswald was short and stocky. If she had to guess, she would’ve put them both in their mid-to-late twenties but figured they were much older than that. Oswald had an air about him that made her think he had to have been born in the 1800s.