Superstitious Nine Novels & Stories

Not a single layer of dust. As though someone maintained it in secret. The passage suddenly widened into a circular chamber. Nine stone pillars stood evenly spaced around the room. Each pillar carried the same circular emblem Adrian had seen on the envelope. But something was different. Eight of the symbols had been deeply carved. The ninth remained unfinished. Adrian walked toward it almost instinctively. His fingers hovered over the unfinished carving. "Don't touch it," Evelyn warned. He stopped. "Why?" "Because no one knows what happens." "No one?"

“Come on, this is a joyous day! Mia, let’s wish the Alpha a happy birthday and a wonderful life together with his Luna.” Leonard’s voice was bright and loud, trying to ease the awkward atmosphere. When I stayed silent, he looked at me again over his glass and mouthed, “You can use a forgiveness coupon.” Back then, Leonard had asked me to be his Mate 98 times, and I had rejected him 98 times. I thought he would give up, but he summoned all the werewolves in the pack for the 99th time and got on his knees, swearing to the Moon Goddess,

There was a grand exotic beast on the token with some characters on the back. “Nine! “The Nine-Star Supreme Token!”

Again, they had their innocent appearance on as they gave a small curtsy, Seven saying, "Forgive us for troubling you," "Trouble?" Skye laughed. "Women will never be trouble for me, darling." Four looked at Nine now, the underlying threat in her voice evident as she said, "Wouldn't you come see us off?" "She cannot," Skye immediately answered, giving a small shrug. "It's just, she's our little eggplant, you see. A very heavy one. We can't afford her being clumsy right now, or how did you put it? Ah, yes, an accident."

"Well, they have always been a glorified species. They are probably trying to find the source of extreme beauty or sparkling hair. " "No, you idiot! 81! Like nine times nine! The number of Odin’s sacrifices, nine worlds, nine times. Think about it! And you do know how obsessed they were with Eir, right? You know this can’t be good!" "Okay, I admit that is a bit creepy. Even for those overgrown garden gnomes, but what does any of this have to do with me? With us? Or Eir, for that matter?"

​The ascent to the Ninth Peak was not a climb; it was a siege. Unlike the other Seven Peaks that had been terraformed into lush, silver-leafed sanctuaries, the Ninth was a jagged spike of raw, unrefined obsidian. It stood outside the University’s artificial climate bubble, lashed by a vertical blizzard that tasted of iron and ancient ice.

I had a dream while I was sleeping that night. I dreamed of a young girl starting a list of times she was being overlooked in a brand new journal. She wrote down the number "1" on the first page. As she wrote it down, she muttered, "Once this reaches the 99th time, I won't want Mom, Dad, Jeff, and Annie anymore." After that, the girl stared at the number "1" in contemplation, hesitated before changing it to "0.5" eventually. The entries read, "Mom and Dad came back from their business trip and bought me and Annie new clothes, but they got my size wrong. It was too small. My arms and legs were sticking out, and all my classmates laughed at me. I felt so sad."

While scrolling idly on Instagram, I suddenly came across a photo Stacy posted of her in the sales office at Orville Towers, holding up a purchase contract and revealing a corner of Melvin's name on it. There was also a new, brightly dazzling diamond ring on her ring finger in the photo. My hands began trembling again, but it wasn't because I was upset. Rather, it was a habit of mine. I would always tremble like this whenever I got extremely angry. I pumped more liquid soap onto my palm and scrubbed my hands thoroughly. It wasn't until the fifth time I scrubbed them that my hands finally stopped trembling. I pushed the bathroom door open and suddenly caught sight of Stacy in the living room.

In the end, I went to a breeding facility. It cost me fifteen dollars to buy one that was jumping all over the place. I'll never forget how surprised and touched Seth looked. "Nevaeh, you're so kind to me." I felt so guilty. I just wanted to repay him for saving me. Then, Seth heard about another remedy consisting of a centipede boiled in water. He wanted me to catch a huge one, over one foot long. Later on, he told me to boil wasp tails in water. Over the course of a year, he had me looking for all sorts of dangerous bugs to help his legs.

Upon learning of the appointment, I tried to decline several times, feeling completely anxious. "I lack sufficient experience and have never managed a large-scale ceremony. I am not fit for this major responsibility, High Priest Aldous." High Priest Aldous stepped forward and said with absolute certainty, "You must have faith in yourself. You share a natural connection with the divine will, your spirit is pure, and your past hardships have shaped your exceptional composure. Your talent is obvious to everyone here." He looked at me and continued, "Your past trials are not chains, but the very source of your strength. You should act with confidence, as you are fully worthy of being Chief Sanct