Tropic Of Capricorn Novels & Stories

In the winter’s day, it’s as cold as ice right?..... The cold experienced during the winter is often not foretold. When the sun is directly overhead the equator or tropic of cancers or capricorn, whichever one, also when the north wind meets the sea. At their meeting, a catastrophic conjugation of misplaced ego as per which would persist. The esteemed purpose of their existence deflected and the unalloyed confliction stages. As this staging is going on, some part of the earth suffer it the most. A solidification of essence and prostitution of non conserved weather. That leads to the desertification of some areas and seclusion of areas.

I gave my pack a weak smile reassuring them I was fine now and stayed focused on our Alpha. "I know you are all wondering why were are here tonight as we, the Blue Moon pack, don't do many of these pack meetings. We are a peaceful small pack after all." The crowd cheered at our Alphas words. "But being so small we need alliances so we have agreed with the Midnight Warrior pack to help them with anything for their alliance as they are the largest Warrior pack in the world." I knew it!

Chapter 108: Burning the Ships The sun dipped below the equator and cast a harsh glow over the western sky of São Tomé. The bright orange bled into deep violet until the horizon looked like something torn between fire and night. The world felt suspended between two colours, and for the first time in a long time, silence did not feel dangerous.

Caspian: The walk back to the villa was quiet, the evening breeze carrying the scent of pine and fresh earth. It was one of those scents that I found myself enjoying. It was one that I knew was both comforting and assuring, and I knew that it was one of the few normal things that I had in this world that I lived in. There was more for us to be dealing with throughout the day and throughout our lives, but there was also the fact that I knew that this, in my head, was one of the best that I’ve been dealing with for a long time.

Chapter One hundred and Forty Two After running away from the island of bones and getting the monument they went ahead, based on some unspoken decision , lyric decided to navigate and Scott decided to stay behind to flank Gemini, after walking for a long time , they came across the valley of giants, they decided to make camp at the enterance since it is getting dark so they can advance into the valley with the light of the day, so they made fire and warmed one of the canned soups that Gemini brought and afterwards they fell asleep.

But even with magic on his side, he could not overcome the werewolves' wrath. The final battle came on the night of the Red Moon, a rare celestial event that painted the sky in blood. The werewolves believed it to be a sign from the gods, a blessing for their vengeance. Under the blood-red sky, they gathered their forces for a final assault on the human capital. Leoric, though aged and wounded, led the charge. His body, once weakened by years of peace, was now fueled by rage and the desire for justice. Fenrir, ever by his side, howled as they descended upon the city.

Chapter one The cold bit into my skin through the extra-large fur coat. It was usually very cold especially in this part of the country especially up north here in Aroostook but today’up freezing temperatures seemed out of the ordinary. To be very honest, the few days following my seventeenth birthday have seemed pretty out of the ordinary to me.

She slowly smiles, as if she's stumped me. "Oh, um..." I pause for a second, shoving my fantasy away with the giggling behind me. Luckily, I've always liked maps and I smile because the answer is easy for me. "The Tropic of Cancer is 23.5 degrees north of the Equator and the Tropic of Capricorn is 23.5 degrees south," I reply, pretending I don't notice her total bitchiness.

Kai leaned closer, "I don't know." I looked at the man's hand. The cane wasn't there. But something else caught my attention. He was carrying a book with a symbol....a faint symbol. Almost hidden by the angle of the photograph. I squinted my eyes to take a closer look. It looked like a crescent moon. But that was not it, it was split straight down the middle by a vertical blade. My fingers tightened around the photograph, "Kai." "What?" I pointed at it. His expression changed as well. "What the hell is that?"

I have been so alone for so long and I just wish it wasn’t like this. The tears get more intense. But it’s okay because Atari is here and she lulls me to sleep telling me stories about how I will shift for the first time on my birthday and how we will run together. Atari tells me she know we have a mate just not who. When our mate finds out we are here, he will come rescues us. She says and as I drift off into a pain filled sleep I am comforted by this thought. A mate to save me.