Sept 26th Zodiac Novels & Stories

"You two make quite a match. Even your zodiac signs and horoscopes are compatible. I'm sure you two will have a happy marriage." "Is that so?" Angela remarked cluelessly. She knew nothing about Julian's personal information. She only found out when he was born when she spotted the date on the form he filled in earlier, and she hadn't had time to think about which zodiac or horoscope sign he was. On the other hand, Julian knew everything there was to know about Angela. "That's right. Leo and Sagittarius do make a great match. Plus, she's an Aquarius Rising. That means we're compatible in every way," he said confidently.

He approached them and knelt down. "Good day to you Prince Arthur and King Bartholomew!" he greeted openly. "You're Ammon, aren't you?" asked the King. "Yes your majesty, I am Ammon with taurus zodiac sign." replied Ammon. "Good day to you too Ammon, I'm glad you came early. You'll be able to stand!" Prince Arthur ordered. "What is the special ability that the Celestial Spirit King gave you?" asked the King. "The Celestial Spirit King granted me the with unparalleled strength!"

Even Thomas found it hard to catch up to him. Virgo, the sixth Zodiac, was kind. He was like the reincarnation of Jesus who used love to influence every person around him. Even if he had to do anything to wicked people who committed all kinds of crimes, he would still be very careful. He would never cause anyone to die. He was the true exemplification of kindness. Libra, the seventh Zodiac, was an enthusiastic weapon master. He was an expert in both cold weapons and firearms.

I whispered in shock. I heard Caspian clear his throat. “Yeah about that, she fit the description too.” That's too weird. And now I'm starting to think the moon goddess's clues were wrong. “Which of them?” I asked carefully. “For one, she's a Sagittarius. Born November 26th.” I knew it was stupid when Nyla said we were looking for Sagittarius girls! Nobody believed zodiac signs meant anything, right? But I'm willing to put my personal beliefs aside if that helps lift the curse.

The man stopped contacting the target because he realized his own mistake. "No wonder my girl did not want to pick up my phone calls. Today is the weekend, so she must have had deactivated the ringtone on her cell phone.” A man with the Gemini zodiac puts his device on the nightstand. He walked towards the window. When he arrived at the area, Luca pushed aside the curtains and then looked at the scenery outside.

"Yes Luna" "Oh! Vinci you are here", she said looking at him. "Umm actually I and Norman were thinking...that...if we could..you know have ..ummm... Alpha Luna ceremony on 26th of September...so I was wondering if you would be ok with it...or you still need more time....to you know..." "26th of September...?" "Ya it's Richard's birthday so..what do you say?" She was standing there with hope in her eyes Moon goddess was definitely playing some cruel joke on me. It had to be the 26 of September??? His birthday collided with Viktor's. It was such a special day for me....

It's my fault why they weren't able to attend this event. Archmaster just sighed and shook his head. “Let’s not waste our time to people who aren’t here. Let’s have Ms. Deborah Castro. She’s the chosen Taurus, the bull of the Zodiacs.” He didn't waited for much time and moved over to the next zodiac. Aw, I was the one who should be blamed here.

She said: “These are two prophecies of mine, but all of you have to keep silence!” “We got it.” Everyone said. Pure told all the captains to leave because she had to do something. Before going, Lowen asked: “When does the selection of constellation representation take place?" Pure looked at him: “About seven or eight hundred years later. Never too late to hold…” Lowen: “I hope this time is not too complicated.” “I hope so!” Lowen left right then. Pure came back to her palace, and took a deep sleep. She must report back.

Per Elizabeth Howell’s claim, two days from now would border the rise of another blood moon, and she further stated that it’ll mark the end of humanity. Zheira stopped reading, her eyes intent on the word “end”. If she’s not mistaken, the day the article was referring to was the 6th of September, which, coincidentally or not, happened to be her 18th birthday. For some reason, her system froze, shivers running through her nerves. She swallowed hard. The entire article, if she thought logically, made no sense. It’s a pile of complete rubbish. But, a part of her, however small, believed to it. She just couldn’t pinpoint why so.