Shameless Zodiac Signs Novels & Stories

Nanami Vincent recalls Zelda's deceitful act, and she is furious that day. If it weren't for Nanami Vincent seeing the future and Zelda showing her, she wouldn't have forgiven the Sharmaine family easily. Deceit is a deception from a vampire super-soldier with psychic powers.

Having his own company at such a young age. 'I'm jealous. It's probably amazing to have one too.' I thought. Well, I'll just wait for my time. Shrugging it off, I opened the paper on my hand and read it. ________________________________________________ Congratulations! Name: Kira Castelle | Name: Neal Valastro Age: 18 | Age: 21 Birthday: Oct. 20 | Birthday: May 1 Zodiac: Scorpio | Zodiac: Taurus Good luck! Just remember that polars do attract!

I paused, letting them see the feigned pity in my eyes. “She struggled with the expectations of the pack and with her own lack of self-control.” I paused again, making sure they were all hanging on my next word. “She couldn’t shift properly,” I continued, revealing her deepest shame to a room full of predators. “Not fully, and certainly not reliably enough to lead a hunt.” That drew quiet reactions of disgust and pity; weakness was a sin that was never ignored in a Luna.

I'm making horrible animal noises and even belches as I eat but I can't stop. My legs give out and I slide to the floor- I have been standing every since then. I see that I am surrounded by my mess of scattered food. I should feel ashamed of my behavior - this is how they always said omegas act, like savage creatures with no control. Like weak outcasts without the power to control their urges. But on the contrary, shame requires energy and all of mine is focused on getting as much food into my body as possible before someone takes it away. Who knows what would happen next or where next I will see myself

“When’s your birthday?” She blinked. “Why?” “Pact partners share intel,” he said. “Basic stuff.” She hesitated, then said, “July. Cancer.” “Figures,” he muttered. “What’s that supposed to mean?” “Moody. Emotional. Always pretending you’re tougher than you feel.” She glared. “And you? Let me guess. Scorpio?” He smirked. “November. Nailed it.” “Explains everything,” she shot back. Their laughter bounced off the tiles, quiet but real. For the first time in weeks, it didn’t feel like the walls were closing in.

We are not like them. Shifters are born with their own spirit animal, linked to not only lineage but the individual’s personality. There are so many of us; feline, canine, reptile, rodent, and more. Some are stronger than others, but we’re all a part of our own community. Our own kingdom. All except a few. “So,” I say, spearing a piece of asparagus, “how is the war? There’s going to be a ceasefire?” I say it as casually as I possibly can.

Maybe I was a hugger and I’d just never received any. “Sorry. I should really have asked that first. I’m a Taurus, we're touchy-feely people according to the zodiac. Plus most wolves are fairly tactile. And we’re family now.” She said the last bit seriously as she pinned her amber eyes on me, as if daring me to challenge that. It was then that I spotted the resemblance. She had her father’s whiskey eyes, but where his hair was chocolate brown, hers was a light, buttery blonde. She was a little taller than me, but not by much, yet she seemed to possess the kind of confidence and charm that naturally commanded a room's attention.

What made me get bothered was the fact that I didn’t shift on the first full moon of my thirteenth birthday and was not able to get a mate at twenty-one years of age. Everyone loves the moon goddess, but I hate and despise her. She has forsaken me by not giving me a wolf, making me wolfless. Argh!. Shifting is like puberty for us werewolves, but once you are not able to shift under the first full moon of your birth month or later in life, you are labeled as 'a late bloomer' by the other pack members. I can feel a purr within me sometimes, pushing me and growling within, but I don’t know what it is. I am not sure if it’s my wolf because it isn’t talking to me.

When I recognized who it was, my eyes stretched wide in utter surprise, "Zy? Zy Reynolds? Is that you?" Zy was an old member of the pack. I'd seen him around, though we were never close. I knew his legacy, though. Zy was an amazing member of the pack, respectful, loyal, strong, but when his secret was discovered, he was taken under custody and never seen again. His secret was that he had Lunar Blood. Lunar Blood was a blood type that was so rare and disrespected, if a kid were to say another kid had Lunar Blood, they'd be in a lot of trouble. Lunar Blood tended to make wolves hostile and a whole new person. "It is," Zy said with a charming smile, "and I've come to tell you something importan

The piece that she will put under the bishop. “Well, let us see what I can get from you.” She draws a sinister smile and looks at her prey’s profile. Setting her eyes on the words that will be her key to dragging her prey into the hole where she wanted him to be. “Sagittarius.” The Greek Zodiac name took her interest immediately. The Zodiac that she neither likes nor hated. The sign that is the easiest one to be fooled from the rest of them. “Well, I guess I’ll be hitting a jackpot with this one.”