Virgo Scorpio Novels & Stories

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.

Feigning concern, she asked, “Is anyone here a Virgo?” Leonardo frowned. Lucia was a Virgo. Casually, Lorenza added, “By the way, what’s Lucia’s horoscope again?” Davide knew—but stayed silent. “Please continue,” Leonardo said. Marcello nodded. “Virgos clash badly with Taurus. Constant conflict, instability in career. Geminis can negatively affect children’s health.” Leonardo fell silent. Recently, every encounter with Lucia had ended in an argument.

Viggo replied. Karina turned to Viggo and looked at his face from the side, especially his perfectly shaped nose, which seemed too perfect for her. "When is your birthday?" Karina asked. Viggo furrowed his brow and appeared to be thinking. He had been alive for 520 years and couldn't remember when he was born. But one thing was certain, when he turned 100, Scarlett had given him a gift. "It's November 30th," Viggo answered. "Oh, I see. So you're a Sagittarius, and I'm a Virgo. I wonder if we're compatible," Karina murmured.

Josie had no idea it was a trap as she responded happily, "Yes, I'm a Scorpio. Are you into astrology as well? What a coincidence! I also love astrology!" Ambrose tapped his fingers on the table casually and said, "That's right then. Scorpios can be described in three words: cunning, crafty, and ruthless!"

He stepped closer, and she sidestepped to move away. “Wh- what was that?” she managed to stammer. Her eyes stayed on the shattered remains of the scorpion, not daring to look directly at him. Its sticky black fluids spilled all over the floor. “A Nightspike Scorpion,” he answered, his voice so deep it rumbled, the sound spreading warmth through her core. “Its venom causes nightmares, hallucinations. Prolonged exposure severs our connection to our wolf. It would’ve killed you.” She should have been grateful. She was grateful but she felt exposed under his gaze. His scarred face, framed by the unforgiving cut of his jawline, carried a brutal appeal she couldn’t tear her eyes from, even if she

Rejected, Scorpia said coldly, "You'd better think twice about this! Even with your Ghostgator, the Ruin Order could easily destroy you if they wanted to. They're just too busy right now, which is why they sent me. Consider this your chance." Viggo simply went back to drinking, completely ignoring her. Gritting her teeth, Scorpia turned to leave. She was no match for Viggo alone, especially with the Ghostgator watching her every move. Fighting was not an option. But just as she was about to leave, both she and Viggo suddenly looked in the same direction. In the perfectly clear sky, black clouds had appeared out of nowhere. They were terrifyingly dark, so they were definitely not ordinary clo

"Oh, no, no. According to your birth date, you're a black Scorpio." "I wouldn't say for myself that I'm arrogant and manipulative." I cross my arms in denial and Christoph interrupts us by bringing our salads and the Chardonnay. He fills two glasses and leaves us back to our seclusion. "Well, this is why I don't believe the horoscope. Although, there are things that fit your character." "Like what?" "Like... It's said that Scorpios are really passionate. They're very jealous and often even obsessive, but with high libido and never disappoint in bed."

And they prohibited most of the abilities that make me a demon from usage. I nickname the man Jerk, although my clairvoyance told me he is a regular human nicknamed Jackal. I don’t know what business he has with Scarlet, but she is allowing him to flip up her skirt under the covered table, which I can see from the table behind. His left-hand glides down her skirt and feels her bare bottom. She is wearing a lacy thong that matches her bra and while seeing the lace gives me a reaction; I am jealous that someone else, instead of me, has his dirty fingers touching her intimate parts.

As the applause died down, I took a deep breath and leaned over to him. “Let’s go mingle. It’s part of the job, right?” Favian raised an eyebrow but nodded. “Very well.” We descended from the stage, arm in arm again, and began moving through the crowd. Alphas and Lunas from various packs approached us, offering congratulations. Some looked genuinely pleased, while others seemed curious or even wary. It was all part of the game. I smiled, exchanged pleasantries, and shook hands, trying to keep my nerves in check.

Alice was pretending to get calm. Deep down in her head, she was full of thoughts and curious about what must have happened to one of her daughters she would blame herself for everything. She had left the without a mother’s care and affection she’s to be blamed not her husband. “It’s ….Virgo “What’s happened to my Virgo?” She was terrified, it was electrifying. Hooge continued. “Virgo has just turned eighteen, now it's too late to stop her, she never knew what she was and the circumstances surrounding her fate, I fear that she may never be with us again, she is now a threat to us .”