Zodiac Books Novels & Stories

Lucas teased Before Chaos could retort back, their mother questioned in a grave tone, “What about the mating ceremony, the first mating and the full moon mating?” “Well I guess fate is on my side or maybe dad is knocking some sense into him because for one, I am going to be having my mating ceremony tomorrow and the full moon is the day after tomorrow and by the day after tomorrow Hephaestus will have been done with all the things I want and then the real fun will begin.” “What about your children? You know what the full moon does to the females in our family. You are likely to conceive on that very day honey” their mum questioned again

The sun had long since set, and the library was now lit only by the warm glow of brass lamps. Piles of rejected books cluttered the tables like tombstones of dead theories. Fennigan reached for the very last book in the stack. It was a crumbling, nondescript tome bound in gray hide that looked like it had survived a fire. The title on the spine had worn away centuries ago. He opened it carefully, the binding cracking in protest. He flipped past pages of ancient genealogy and territory maps until he stopped near the end. His finger traced a faded illustration of a wolf surrounded by symbols of fire, water, earth, and air.

I opened the first book, Prophesy of the 1900’s. Scanning the pages, there are probably thousands of prophesies here! ‘Under the full moon a full moon, when the moon and the sun are seen together, a baby of great power will be born’ ‘A pure silver wolf will mate with a pure blood and together they will end the war, creating a new beginning’ How am I suppose to know what one would even be talking about me? I can already tell I am getting frustrated. I think I will keep this book for bedtime reading. Closing that one and placing to the side, I picked up Where do Prophesies Come From and What are They?

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.

I flipped the second page open and began reading. “After finding his mate and claiming her as his, the alpha moved to make it known under the crimson moon.” Though I had a foggy mind while reading the first sentence, my mind put the words together to make sense. This was a werewolf lore book just like the ones I’ve devoted myself to reading in the last week, but unlike those, this was a children’s book. I snapped it shut, got up, and hurried away from Zion’s room. I entered mine, went through the three books I had gotten from the store, and set them down on the bed.

"We need to know what we're dealing with." We look for hours. The moon climbs higher in the sky. Finally, hidden away in a forgotten corner, I locate it. A book bound in black leather. No title. Just a bizarre symbol on the cover – a wolf howling at a shattered moon. My heart skips. "This is it," I murmur. Carefully, I open the book. The pages are ancient, frail, yet the text is legible. It tells about a prophesy. A prophesy concerning a Luna born under a crimson moon. A Luna whose love would either rescue the world... or cause it its destruction.

“I don't think it's her powers in him that caused the mating, Zeus. Permit me to say they are really mated.” “Nonsense!” Zeus snarled and hit his palm on the desk, startling them. “She is the moon goddess. She gives people mates. How can you tell me she is mated to Dominic? It's her powers in him that caused this and she must get them back.” “If I may speak, honey,” Hera began. “Aphrodite might have a point. We know she gives mate, but what if this time around, Dominic's wolf chose her?” She asked.

“So that way.” 16B was a much larger section than I expected. Still, it made sense since wolves were always passing down stories to the younger generations, true or not. “Found it,” I said. It took forty-five minutes but I found a book on the Moon Blessed that was not a kid's bedtime story. “When the Goddess becomes a man,” I read out the title. From the cover, I could tell it was still a fiction story for the most part. But it was better than nothing at all.

Curiosity tugged at her to go to the library. She got out of the room and followed the path Alice had described. The library's doors creaked open, revealing rows of shelves stacked with books. The air was a bit dusty and cobwebs hung around. She wondered if people hardly came here. She trailed her fingers along the spines of the books until she found one titled: “The Lunar Bond, The mating of wolves” Her hand trembled slightly as she lifted the heavy book. She opened it, reading in silence about bonds, instinct and transformations.

But instead of old stories from my grandmother’s life, the pages were scrawled with strange symbols and sketches—shorthand in her handwriting explaining the purpose of different runes and sigils. Flipping through the pages, there were sketches of wolves, and the last page that she’d written in had a detailed rendition of a nightmarish wolf-beast that made my blood run cold at the sight of it, it’s eyes smudged over with charcoal in the shape of a protective rune. My heart raced when I realized what I was holding. This was no ordinary journal, it was a spell book.