Zodiac Myths Novels & Stories

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

Aries, the first Zodiac, was the intelligence expert. Whether it was intelligence from the battlefield, business industry, or even personal affairs, he was able to obtain it immediately. If you wanted to steal information from other people, he would be the right person to approach. Taurus, the second Zodiac, had a simple mindset and muscular figure. He was extremely strong, and even Thomas was not on par with him in terms of strength. His way of fighting was very simple. He would just kill people with one punch.

At its centre was a circular platform, glowing faintly with moonlight—even though they were indoors. The Priestess stepped onto it. “The Moon Goddess created the werewolves,” she began. “To protect balance.” Zoe listened carefully. “Witches were created alongside them and gifted with knowledge. Power. But unlike wolves… they were not bound by loyalty.” Zack crossed his arms slightly. “We were taught they were wiped out.”

she hissed like a snake, the flames of fire exploded beside her. All she was hearing the flickering sound of the fire, all she was watching the black, vast sky. She couldn't tell how long she was staring, then suddenly, very suddenly, a signum emerged in the middle of the sky. The mark was like two white, sharp, long wings, except they had drops of red blood on them. Tiara gasped. "Did you see it?" Hadassah moved closer. She swallowed hard, panting. "It was, it was a mark. The mark of the Lord of Life!"

It was beating wildly in my chest. My dad took another deep breath before he started speaking again. “Lycans and werewolves are two mythological creatures that have been around for centuries. They have unique abilities, strengths, and weaknesses, but they both share the same origin story: the moon goddess created them to rule beside humans.” He paused and looked at me to make sure I was following his story. I nodded, my mind spinning with this new information. His words mesmerized me—it all seemed so impossible, yet somehow, I felt an odd connection to the stories he was telling me.

I tell her as I smile at thought about running through the forest. Luna, will you tell me who I am? Ever since last night I have felt different. I know you know more about who I am and what I am becoming. I huff as I try to think about where to start. "Okay before I do that, I need to tell you a story. The story of the first wolf. I know you did not go to school like other pups so I will give you a history lesson. It starts with the moon goddess of course. Many think this is just a myth, but the Moon Goddess was a witch. I know the story that is taught is that she has always been a goddess that took favor with us and blessed certain humans with wolves but that is not true. The Moon Goddess w

"Very much like it. I've often wondered if that myth was based on the sharum." "Pandora's jar. Now a Phoenix? What's up with you and Greek myths?" "Seems like a bit of a coincidence, doesn't it?" she said, winking at me. "But perhaps the Greeks took some of their legends from living ulami? Perhaps a ulami helped write these stories. Who knows?" I felt Zander's eyes on me, but I didn't meet them. "Pandora's jar?" he asked privately along our mental path. "I'll explain later. It's no big deal."

Lily remarked but not sounding as confident as she did the first time. “I can not trust anyone,” I retorted. “Don’t you trust me?” Lily asked and her words caught me off guard. Despite everything, I trusted the woman. I pursed my lips and stayed silent. Lily took my silence as a go ahead. “Think about it Andrea, a wolf gets an omega scent when they commit great treason against the moon goddess and it passes down to their children and grandchildren…but that doesn’t mean they can’t be redeemed or their children,” Lily explained the myth that wolves believed. That every omega was cursed by the moon goddess for generations until she is satisfied.

She even turned into a river in one story, and caused volcanoes to erupt when evil came over civilizations in another. The rabbit hole was vast, and there was a lot to pick through. A lot of the myths were ruled out, but then others would send chills through my body. In many of the myths, snakes were her deity. In some of them, the snake was her spouse, ruling the earth with her. In these, the snake spouse seemed to symbolize evil while she symbolized good, and the two ruled together to balance the world. These were the myths that we clung to the most. Squeezing every last conspiracy from all of them, even the ones that were the most far-fetched.

Maybell Smith Mythicals- A rare bloodline that people inherit from God, Dalion, that he personally blessed with the ancient dragon spirit. It is given to those who have been close enough to touch the white veil. Although this information is well known, mythicals are still a mystery to the rest of civilization, if encountered, don’t stare into its gaze.