Narcissa Constellation Novels & Stories

She shifted herself so she was facing the south. “So you see the very bright star in the sky over here. it's called Hadar and it's the brightest star in the southern sky. It's in the constellation Centaurus. Centaurus is for Chrion who tutor Hercules and they became great friends. Hercules accidentally took a sacred wine from Chiron home to his friend's home. Once the wine was opened the scent drew several centaurus to the home. A fight broke out and Hercules killed many centaurs. Chiron had came to stop the fight but sadly was struck by a poison arrow. Due to him being immortal he could not die but lived in agony and pain. One night he begged Zeus to let him end his life because the pain ha

Sebastian's POV "Narcissa, you cannot keep doing this!" Narcissa looked at her maids kneeling near her desk like a bunch of dogs. None looked at her, their heads cast down in obedience. How long had they been crouched like that? "Whatever do you mean, dearest?" She had her mask on, playing the part of the sweet princess from over the mountains. The Treasure of the Diamond Spring pack, Narcissa Onasis. She fluttered her lashes at me, stamping her seal over more official documents.

The stars above flickered. Aligned. For a brief, breathless瞬, a cluster of them formed a shape that mirrored the crescent on Luna’s brow. A constellation that had never been there before. A small, subtle curve of blue. Ordinary wolves would not notice it yet. Scribes and Seers and witches, staring at their charts and scry-bowls, would. A new sign. A new story. Kerran, somewhere down in the den, sitting up late poring over star-maps, would look up through his little skylight and choke on his ink.

Stella, now known as the only but most respected female Alpha in history, sat in the place of honor, watching the new generation with sharp yet proud eyes. Nathalie, fully recovered, now led the training of the youngsters, making sure they were not only physically strong, but also heart-wise. Andhara... still returns occasionally, bringing news from outside the forest. She never stays long, but every time she comes, she is welcomed with open arms, as an integral part of this family. In the night sky, the stars shone brighter than usual. And among the thousands of lights, the constellations Aquila and Altair shone the brightest, close together, forming an eternal symbol of love, courage, and

"That night, the Krysts and the Særi ust Trūx witnessed two lights shining. One was the star Bellatrix, the third brightest star of the constellation Orion. A female warrior. Chloe Rein. And the other was the moon of the night, the only warrior who can keep the star in its place while providing it assistance. Both of them bloomed at the same night. A prophecy within a prophecy. This Mnemosyne Kryst was beyond delighted to behold their light."

Deeper and still trickling with blood. They marked each other. I’d rather not know what else happened last night. “I usually don’t get this involved in my wolves’ lives,” The Goddess goes on. “It has been a long time since I intervened to this degree.” I don’t say anything. Somehow, thank you seems inadequate. “You need to get rid of Narcissa. She is a danger to The Ultima. To Suri.” So Willow was right after all. “Yes, Goddess,” is all I can say. What am I going to do? Argue with a Goddess? “Do I need to worry about the other witches?”

she says, and my heart feels like a fucking furnace. We settle down on the blankets, and I hand her a cup of hot cocoa I’d prepared. She wraps her hands around the mug, warming them. “This is perfect, Nero. Really.” I chuckle, picking up the star chart I’d brought along. “Ready to explore the stars?” “Yes,” she says eagerly and I wrap a soft throw around her shoulders. I show her how to use the telescope, guiding her on where to look. “That cluster there, that’s Pleiades. Some call it the Seven Sisters.”

Gavin piped excitedly as he scooted over and let me have the telescope. “Here, have a look. The Orion constellation is present tonight.” I took a look at the eye hole of the telescope to see numerous dot-like stars close to each other forming some sort of figure in the beautiful night sky. “Is it some sort of hunter?” I asked Gavin. “You are right, Clara! The constellation Orion was inspired from Orion, a hunter in Greek mythology. They say Orion was the only lover of Artemis, the Greek Goddess of the hunt. Artemis had a distaste for men, except Orion. Only Orion was accidentally killed by her.”

And at the top of the fountain, we all agreed to have Thales’ wolf Desmond howling up at the sky. The four wolf heads surrounding the middle basin represent Luna Sylvia, Beta, Gwen, Gamma Leonora, and my mamma Delta Claretta. The wolf heads on the top basin are for me, Crista, Persephone, and Delilah. They don’t symbolize us. I like to think of it that way.

A new constellation shimmered into being above them, faint but distinct: three intersecting rings of light, bound at the center by a single star. The world had taken note of what had been forged here. Selene turned her gaze skyward, the reflected glow painting her features in silver and blue. “It’s beautiful,” she whispered. Mirra followed her gaze, her expression soft. “It’s alive again.” Ronan tilted his head, studying the constellation’s shape. “Three circles,” he murmured, his voice reverent. “Bound at the center.” Selene smiled faintly. “Like us.”