Reading Zodiac Novels & Stories

“Mates are important. It’s not just about having a girlfriend or whatever. It’s like… when you get your wolf, the moon gives you a girl made just for you. You won’t want to be without her. Ever.” Zar looked skeptical. “You’ll want to mark her the second you can,” Zay added. “Just like Mommy said. You find her, you mark her, and you don’t mess around with other girls. It’s serious, Zar. When I find mine, I’m keeping her forever. She’s going to be my Luna. I’ll be Alpha, and she’ll rule beside me.” He said it with a kind of certainty that made it hard to argue. Zar wrinkled his nose. “But it’s a girl! And how am I even supposed to know how to mark her?”

Zenith moved to the center of the room and faced every elder present. “I will not repeat myself. Hear it. Remember it. Learn to live with it. I am marrying Violet Scott. She will become my Luna and a member of this community.” “Zenith..”Giovanni tried to interrupt, but Zenith raised a hand to stop him and continued his declaration. “I understand your concerns. But don't forget one thing. A child born from fated mates is stronger than one born from a chosen match.” His expression became unreadable. A heavy silence followed among the people present.

The tattoo of the phoenix on the baby's left hand. She knew she was holding the Phoenix of Winter in her arms. Finally! She had her chance. Discarding the lifeless body of the baby's mother, Ursula flew with the baby on her magical broom to a very desolate tower. Her plan was to keep her there, because if she is caged in, there is no way she would be able to find the destined Ice King.

He finally found the person he had waited his whole existence for and was not about to let anything happen to her. With a snarl that ripped from the depths of his soul, he let the wolf rise, bones cracked, muscles stretched, skin rippled as Zodiak surged free, a massive wolf with jet-black fur and burning gold eyes. The pain was nothing compared to the terror slicing through him, the desperate need to reach her, his mate. Nothing, not rain, not darkness, not death itself, would keep him from reaching her. With a powerful leap, Zodiak vaulted over the balcony railing, landing silently in the soaked alley below. Rain sheeted off his thick coat as he sniffed the air, locking onto her scent, van

Fiona's POV Giving Izaak a cold shoulder is something I never thought I'd do. But right now I need to clear all sorts of confusion. If there's one thing I'm certain of, is the fact that the moon goddess loves playing cruel jokes on me. I remember vividly that during the blood moon, Tris could sense our mate, and it led us to Zion. I have no idea if it was a coincidental meeting, but something Zion said stood out ' His wolf led him to me' that definitely has to mean something.

Ryder saw Zoe's eyes narrow before dropping her head against his chest. "So what did Chase have to say?" She didn't even know what to think anymore. Zoe's head was starting to hurt. Ryder is a werewolf, and she's his Luna. There are all kinds of supernatural beings who can talk to each other with their minds. That pretty much-summarized everything she'd learned in the last few hours.

Zion and Mango were both astounded. "Wait, Wisdom, what are you reading?" Mango felt that her heart almost stop beating. "Zion also widened his eyes and looked at Wisdom. Then, he unconsciously moved a few steps outside." "Wisdom was interrupted and said innocently, ""I'm reading a medical book. It's about a female menstruation period...""" Shush! "This time, Zion and Mango spoke at the same time." Mango was feeling so ashamed. Zion also looked at him with disdain.

What was she going to do with her now? "What are you going to do with her?" One of the men asked, mirroring her thoughts. "Nothing interesting, except of course, if I want to scry for something," Zipporah said dryly. The witch was just about to let go of her face when something caught her attention. Zipporah blinked and turned Bernice's head sideways to get a better look at her neck, then inhaled a sharp breath "The mark of Zeus." What mark? "The mark of Zeus on a cloud nymph," Zipporah repeated, dazed.

He smiled down at me, distracting me from the background activities. “Hmm, single, twenty-four, Pisces. A water sign! You must love beachfront property.” “Who doesn’t love beachfront property?” He retorted. “Am I sensing a personality? And I had begun to think Miami wolves lacked sparkle.” He laughed. “We sparkle fucking plenty. Don’t let our alpha set the standard. Tell me, is your alpha the standard for your wolves?” I laughed. “No. Not even.” The smile was still plastered to my face when Alpha Zander appeared.

Something formidable. I felt the bond stir again, resonating with her resolve. It was still new, raw and untested but its presence was undeniable. And it terrified me. Not because I doubted her. But because I feared losing her. “Here,” Zara said suddenly, drawing my attention back to the journal. She pointed to a strange symbol etched into the margin, a serpent devouring its own tail. “The Covenant’s mark,” I said grimly. “Yes,” she replied. “But look closer.” Beneath the serpent was another symbol: a crescent moon pierced by a dagger.