Libra And Virgo Novels & Stories

Lucian pumped into me with a rhythm that seared my soul, and Virgo's hands touched every place Lucian couldn't. When I was close—when my body was writhing between them, sweat-slick and half-mad—Virgo kissed me and whispered, "Let me in too." Lucian stilled, his chest heaving, eyes burning into mine. "If you're sure," he breathed. "Yes," I gasped. "I need you both." Lucian shifted, pulling out with a kiss to my stomach, making room for Virgo to take his place. The sensation of being emptied and filled once more was dizzying. But it wasn't just physical—it was emotional, consuming, a claiming by both halves of my soul.

But the turn essence of the guardian goddess Libra, who is neither Yin nor Yang, as well as either good or bad. “Shall we make a deal?”

“We just met and then not long after, I had visions. They were too strong, I suppose, because I blacked out and then I woke up here.” At the mention of visions, Libra's countenance became a little more serious. “Visions?” Myra nodded in response. Most people would have immediately jumped on her with questions: what did you see? But Libra silently stewed in that knowledge. Her expression gave nothing away, not excitement or fear, just a simple blank stare. At such times, Myra was reminded of just how smart Libra was, even though she preferred to appear unassuming. “Many people don't like it when you know too much. They'll see you as an enemy even before your legs touch the playing field,” she

“Yeah… Gemini and Libra also have got their telepathic abilities with us, just like us, but it’s only the two of us who often and mostly get sick and get well at the same time. Sometimes, these destinies are too funny to be thought.” Aquarius Erianto guffawed with his great exultance and exuberance. “Just like what happened with Daddies in the past. They could get sick and get well mostly and often at the same time.”

Feigning concern, she asked, “Is anyone here a Virgo?” Leonardo frowned. Lucia was a Virgo. Casually, Lorenza added, “By the way, what’s Lucia’s horoscope again?” Davide knew—but stayed silent. “Please continue,” Leonardo said. Marcello nodded. “Virgos clash badly with Taurus. Constant conflict, instability in career. Geminis can negatively affect children’s health.” Leonardo fell silent. Recently, every encounter with Lucia had ended in an argument.

“I don’t know. This is a huge decision. Life altering. I don’t even know your sign. When is your birthday?” “October 20th.” “So you have a thing for older women, huh? And that date lands on the cusp of Scorpio. Scary. Libra and Scorpio is an uninspiring match. However, I have never dated myself.” I grabbed my phone, researching the ins and outs of a Libra match. “What the fuck are we even talking about?” I dragged my eyes away from my cell to gawk at him. “Have you not been paying attention? I am older than you, which already makes me defensive. And then, we are both Libras. I’m trying to decide how I feel about that. Okay?”

“ANYTIME NOW!” Everyone’s up on their toes now. The moonlight itches on their skin, awakening their wolfish senses. Anytime now, if they can’t control it, they could transform and take the battle in all fours. If that would be better. But as what their leader said, the Virgo is more known of their use with human- made weapons. “ATTACK! TAKE THEM!”

I don’t know if I ever will. But I have to try. I let all of it go, pouring my emotions into the scales, hoping that they’ll balance me, hoping that I can find some sort of peace in this nightmare. Silence stretches. Then Libra speaks. “This was… interesting to witness,” she says at last with a calm and precise voice,. “You did not deny the violence within. You did not disguise it as mercy or justice. You did not lie to yourself either.”

I don’t know if I ever will. But I have to try. I let all of it go, pouring my emotions into the scales, hoping that they’ll balance me, hoping that I can find some sort of peace in this nightmare. Silence stretches. Then Libra speaks. “This was… interesting to witness,” she says at last with a calm and precise voice,. “You did not deny the violence within. You did not disguise it as mercy or justice. You did not lie to yourself either.”

Virgo POV I learned way before Thea that if you’re not in control that’s when people die. Not maybe. Not sometimes. Every single time. This curse is all about losing control and I learned to never give Echo too much control. Conditioning him to know I’m in control saved me from a lot of shit after my first shift. People think I’m obsessive. Maybe I am. But obsession is easier to survive than regret. Virgo is chaos wrapped in a wolf, the curse was meant to keep us feral and too unstable to love but obsessive all at the same time. Except it feels like the curse morphed into It's own over the generations. Making the next male in the Black bloodline more feral and unstable than the last. Like th