Zodiac Myths Novels & Stories

Zephyr looked at me, but soon his gaze skimmed back to Juliette as she almost squealed. “Oh my God! Are you serious? You know about them! I am so touched that I am not the only astrophile in Lycannora. Do you know the legend of the Virgo?” Juliette asked excitedly. “Virgo, isn’t she the personification of Persephone, who was abducted by the God of the underworld, Hades?” “Yes! Oh my God! I can’t believe this,” Juliette and Zephyr went on to have some more out of my syllabus talks about constellations and stars and the legends associated with them.

I asked, my voice barely above a whisper, finally finding the courage to speak. "Yes, they do, but they think it is a myth," Xavier replied, his tone resigned. If only they knew the truth, I thought to myself. The reality was that harming a White Wolf, especially killing one, would invoke the wrath of the Moon Goddess. Those involved in such an act would face certain death, a retribution that was swift and merciless. This divine punishment was not a mere story to frighten children; it was a law of the supernatural world, as immutable as the phases of the moon itself. The thought of such a fate was both terrifying and oddly comforting to me. It meant that there was a higher power maintaining

Among the Werewolves, the prevailing belief was that true mates were nothing more than fictional narratives, a figment of imagination never realized in reality. The subject of true mates remained shrouded in mystery, even when inquired of the moon goddess herself. Instead of offering clarity, she responded with enigmatic smiles, perpetuating the confusion among the Werewolves. Yet, the very idea of having a true mate intrigued Arabella profoundly. Legends suggested that these unions were predestined by the moon goddess herself, forging an unbreakable bond between two souls. Even after death, they remained inseparable, destined to be reborn repeatedly, eternally seeking their mate in each new

But now, if she's really my mate, then why the storm? “Hara's zodiac falls under the Lunas of the rain. And according to our ancient times, no Luna of the rain refuses to accept her mate after their first meeting. After the day you met her in our pack, and she failed to accept the bond, the storm came upon us as a punishment. And the only way to stop the storm was if she…”

“What?” “Yes sir. Apparently, we are her oracles. She made it so I can draw the scene.” I said holding up the drawing pad. “And Liz sees the whole picture as like a video of sorts.” “I never dreamed I’d be alive to see an oracle of the Moon Goddess!” Alpha James exclaimed. “So, you believe us?” Liz asked. “Of course, I do! There are many books that tell of different oracles through the ages and how coveted they are. We cannot let anyone know about you two.”

“The Chronicles of the Thirteenth Moon. That’s not light reading.” “I was curious about the legend of the Carellos,” she replied softly. “They say they could control everyone and also the realm of spirits.” He turned fully now, walking toward her with a measured step. “Most believe them to be myths. Cautionary tales told to children.” “Do you?” she asked before she could stop herself. He paused a few feet away. “I believe all myths are born from truth. Twisted, forgotten… but never without roots.” Seraphine looked down at the book. “You sound like someone who’s seen those truths.”

Yesran remembers Zane's words in the library. With wet and cold hands Yesran opened the book, and she read the last page carefully. On the page of the book was a picture of a wolf howling in the moonlight, and with it was an inscription. An ancient prophecy from a psychic from the northern continent called the Zaphire Sun. Which says that there was a blessed birth for the wolves that is believed to this day. “Child of the Moon Goddess?” whispered Yesran little, she reread the next line. Yesran's heart was beating very fast. “A woman who was born during an eclipse and has a moon-shaped birthmark on her heart?”

It'll ruin everything I have going now. I'm happy now. I have a mate who I love. We got married even, as an Alpha bloodline tradition. It's to honor the first Moon Goddess who supposedly fell in love with a human and stepped down from her role to be with him. It's said that their children were the first Lycans, who werewolves later descended from. Lesa and I are hoping to start a family soon. I want three, she wants four. Will she want children with me still, after whatever comes out, comes out?

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.

But something happened that dashed that hope. It happened during an informal council meeting. Talk had turned to the history of Zombieland. One of the Masters had spoke proudly of how zombies were the Moon Goddess’s first and favored creation. Roydo, unable to stay silent, had spoken. “Master,” he said softly, “from my research, I don't believe that is true. The wolves were her first creation, not us.” The hall fell deathly silent. Every face turned toward him in horror at such blasphemous words, every face except Donton’s.