Romans & histoires Reading Zodiac

Michelle said, and I nodded. I picked up the call and pushed it to my ear. “Yeah Zion, how are you?!” I asked. “I'm fine, and you?” “Alive.” I responded. “So, let me just go straight to the point, remember the book on white Wolves and demon wolves and all the madness we both read on?” “Yeah, I remember.” I said, sitting up immediately. “Well, I decided to finish it out of boredom since my girlfriend isn't talking to me. By the way, kindly help me in any way you can.” Zion pleaded.

Thirteen was when vampires got access to the abilities and gifts if they had one, just like how we got our wolves. Zion, being a Precoza by birth, gained access to his on his ninth birthday. He was still getting the hang of them, but he was excited. He had the same Precoza abilities that Imeela had. He was also able to cast and could emit electricity from his body. Hecate had made an appearance when Zion was born and blessed him, stating that he would have an important destiny and would hold great power inside of himself. “I promise,” he whispered back to me, eyes twinkling with mirth. “Dad, I’m curious about something. Did it ever bother you that Mom wasn’t a shifter?”

"Your life was missing so much. It seemed no one ever put you first. I wanted to prove to you that you were worth loving. So even though we had known each other for only one month, I decided to propose. "I prepared the ring. I wanted to look at the venue and rehearse early. "What I heard instead was that I was the eleventh girl in your zodiac collection. "Luke, do you know how I felt in that moment? I felt my sincerity had become a joke." "No... that is not..." Luke shook his head desperately, choking so hard he could not finish a sentence. "Luke, you once had the chance to have everything you wanted. You missed it. "When you play with other people's hearts, you should pay for it."

Every page is filled with adventure. Zion finally woke up from his long sleep and said, ‘I’m going out to hunt for food.’ ‘OK,' I responded with a nod of my head. ‘Can you also go to the Blood Canine Pack to investigate why Alpha Declan is still there?’ ‘Sure sis.’ Zion floated to the window and disappeared from my sight. I continue reading the book to pass my idle time. While reading, the call of nature prompted me to go to the toilet. I forced myself not to gag because of the nasty smell.

"Alright Riza, perhaps I'll take some of your chocolate chip cookies while reading.” A wide smile covered her lips before I turn my back and head out to take the hallway which leads to the archives. I know now what I must read, as I feel the huge gaping hole in my chest. Maybe there is more to the mate bond thing which the Moon Goddess gives to the wolves.

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I leaned in running my hand through the painting, my breath caught in my throat. She looked exactly like me. Beneath her image, written in the same ancient script as the cover, was a single word: Zahara. The name stirred something in me. A pull. A whisper in my blood. “Is this… me?” I murmured. My hands trembled as the second page turned. The words that met my eyes were chillingly familiar. “Born under the lunar eclipse, the child was hidden among mortals to protect her from the shadow that hunts her...”

These were coordinates and positions. I recognized them from astrology class. everyone else hated it but I’d always been fascinated by outer space so I’d paid close attention. My mind raced. The symbols weren't solving mathematical problems. They were mapping constellations - ancient Lunae constellations. The same constellations I had seen carved into the ritual circle during the Blood Moon. My pulse hammered. I knew this. I actually knew this. "Zana?" Jessie's voice sounded distant. I barely heard her. I was still focused on what was in front of me.

Inside were dozens of handwritten notes and a small, glowing vial of silver liquid. I grabbed a notebook and flipped it open. It wasn't the old man’s handwriting. It was sharp, elegant, and familiar. It was the handwriting from the feedback on my English Lit essays. > 'September 14th: The Zeen wolf is dormant, but the scent is unmistakable. The old man was in the way. He won't be found. The Council suspects nothing. We have until the Blood Moon to trigger her awakening. If the ritual fails, she dies. If it succeeds, the pack is finally destroyed. She is the price.'

"Child, the threads of fate are woven intricately. There are forces at play, secrets buried deep within your lineage. You and Zoe, connected by an invisible thread, hold the key to a destiny that intertwines with the wolves and the forest itself." Zoe's heart skipped a beat as she absorbed Magdalena's words. She felt a surge of both excitement and apprehension, realizing that her existence was intertwined with something far greater than she had ever imagined. Cristiano leaned closer, his voice laden with urgency. "How do we navigate this path, Magdalena? How do we uncover the truth and protect ourselves from the dangers that lurk?"