روايات وقصص ضمن Fiction Books About Zodiac Signs

It looked like her eye conversation with Zion was done. “Yeah, the moon. He wants to kill the moon.” Jane sighed, looking visibly weak. “Oh fuck!” Michelle sighed, and I turned to look at her. “What is it?” Thane asked. “In the last book I read, the moon signifies all wolf lives, and if the moon is dead, we cease to exist. That's why we are most powerful on the nights of full moons.” Michelle said. “That's why he wants to possess Franklin on the night of a full moon.” Thane said, and the realization hit all of us.

He flipped through it, landing on a page with illustrations of snarling wolves under full moons, runes etched around the borders. “I’ve read things like this,” he said quietly. “Old folklore texts, occult manuscripts and stuff a professor lent me for a project on symbolic archetypes. Lycan households, pack dynamics, blood bonds that transcend human will. I always thought it was allegory—metaphors for fate, desire and control. But the details match what you’re saying: the awakening at nineteen, the unbreakable pull and the rituals to seal or sever.” He closed the book, meeting my eyes. “And Kianna… She's always been different. Heals from scrapes overnight. Avoids crowds on full-moon nights li

Not even the library attendant was in sight. I collapsed on the nearest chair to catch my breath. After about a full minute, I stood up to inspect my surroundings and was faced with a harsher reality. They were a lot of books and the floor was very big. The aisles here, according to the sign at the door, were thirty, Gritting my teeth, I set to work. There was nothing to see in the werewolf history, and there were barely any books on bonds. I sat down on the floor, between an aisle that was supposedly supposed to tell how bonds came about from the moon goddess.

I murmured, gathering my things. At Row D, I ran my fingers across worn spines: Lycanthropy and Legends, Moon-bound, The Silver Curse. My pulse quickened as I pulled a heavy volume free. I whispered to myself, “Could I really…?” “Could you really what?” a voice came from behind me. I spun to see Fiona standing there, arms folded, a curious smile on her face. “Fiona! You scared me.” “Sorry.” She peered at the book in my hand. “Werewolves? That’s… unexpected. Planning a Halloween prank?”

If Felix did have memories of such a horrific act, it would certainly explain his own extreme fear of being eaten. He knew that if Kendra was there, she’d be on the porch shooting arrows into the heads of the zombies so fast that they wouldn’t know what hit them. He’d be doing it too if he had her skill. But, that wasn’t Felix and it probably never would be. He harbored a deep rooted, over the top fear of zombies. All they could hope for was that he’d be able to function and offer some degree of help when the time came.

"We need to know what we're dealing with." We look for hours. The moon climbs higher in the sky. Finally, hidden away in a forgotten corner, I locate it. A book bound in black leather. No title. Just a bizarre symbol on the cover – a wolf howling at a shattered moon. My heart skips. "This is it," I murmur. Carefully, I open the book. The pages are ancient, frail, yet the text is legible. It tells about a prophesy. A prophesy concerning a Luna born under a crimson moon. A Luna whose love would either rescue the world... or cause it its destruction.

“Well then, well then.” Giggling, but somehow taunting with his words and very presence, the mirror that serves as HIS eyes and ears to that particular book and world, unfolds the first mystery. Their first encounter and the deal that will set the beginning of the book HE entitled. “The Call of Death.” From the mirror that is adorned with the symbol and intricate mark of the Zodiacs, with the thirteen as the special one, from its fangs and core that spins this very world all along with the other six and from the original seventh. The final seventh loop of this particular book and world is about to begin, like a smile and a whispering voice echo.

“When I was small, my parents told me stories about moon-blessed children. Pairs of wolves marked by Luna herself for a special purpose.” Zane opens the ancient book, carefully turning brittle pages until he finds what he’s looking for. He spins it around to face us. The illuminated manuscript shows two wolves, one midnight black, one silver, standing beneath a crescent moon. Behind each wolf’s ear is a small, glowing mark identical to the ones Zane and I share.

Zelena. I opened my eyes slowly. The sun was already shining brightly through the window. I reached my arm behind me and felt around the bed. I sat up quickly and looked around the room. Gunner wasn’t there. I took a deep breath and yawned stretching my arms out. Wait, my chest didn’t hurt. I twisted my back from side to side waving my arms in the air, my ribs didn’t hurt at all. I got up from the bed and walked around the room, still no pain. I noticed the bookshelf and decided to take a look. There were so many books, some with older worn covers and others newer looking. I picked up a small red book and read the cover ‘A Lycanthropy Reader; WEREWOLVES IN WESTERN CULTURE’. I flicked through