Reading Zodiac Novels & Stories

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.

ZION "Zion, for fucks sakes. Can't you keep your hands to yourself," Kendra fumed as she swatted my fingers away from her, "Didn't your mama teach you not to mess with a black girl's weave!" The scowl on her face amused me as well the red weave she decided to get during the weekend.

It seemed inconceivable that the person I held dear could be involved in something sinister. I picked up the first document, scanning through the meticulously compiled information. It detailed Zea's connections to known members of the Manifesto group, individuals linked to previous acts of violence and extremism. The connections were not mere coincidences; they were purposeful and calculated. "Here," Lynn pointed at a highlighted section. "This email exchange between Zea and one of the group's leaders. They discuss their plans, their motivations, and their desire to seek revenge for her father's death." As I read the exchange, my heart sank. The words on the screen painted a chilling picture

Aidan answered in a very serious tone. "A cancer," Hazel nodded. "That is a powerful zodiac sign." Her eyes were closed and her humming continued intermittently. She took her time, doing absolutely nothing real. She kept watching Aidan through her lashes at intervals. He was tense and eager for her prediction and it made her happy to see that she had him under her control. She increased the speed at which she hummed and started moving her body as if she was convulsing and then she stopped abruptly and threw her eyes wide open.

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(Zyandra's POV) The night smelled like iron and smoke. Every full moon did. I stood in the clearing, watching the silver light slip between the trees, heavy and ancient. The pack surrounded me, silent and waiting. They wanted this done. I didn’t. The marking ceremony — the moment an Alpha met their destined Luna — was supposed to be sacred. Romantic, even. But I’d never believed in that kind of fate. Love chosen by the Moon Goddess wasn’t love; it was control dressed in prophecy.

For months. I keep scrolling until the day of her birthday. There’s a picture of a Polaroid laying on a wooden table. It’s Zara and Liam. She’s smiling shyly at the camera, but he’s looking at her. The caption in the white space says ‘destined mates. can’t wait to be w/ u forever.’ I can’t help myself. I keep reading. Zara: where r u? I need help. Everyone’s chasing me. Liam: where u @? Alpha Willams is looking for u.

“Zenith....” She plops down beside me and yanks a throw pillow into her lap like it is a prop for emphasis. “Jandro, I’ve read the books. I’ve seen the tropes. The mate gets to meet the wolf. The sura is how the wolf chooses his mate. If there was danger, I’d feel it. We’d know.”