Zodiac Sign Stories Novels & Stories

I would give her the moon if she asked me. That thought reminded me of a story my first mate told me when we were newly mated. The wolf was in love with a human and she told him she would become his if he gave her the moon. He searched the world and found a lake where the moon was huge and touched the water. The wolf told the moon about his love, but the moon just laughed at him and disappeared when the day broke. The second night when the moon appeared just above the lake, the wolf pleaded with him, but the moon just laughed at him and disappeared as soon as day broke. On the third night, the wolf was ready for the moon. He had spent the entire day setting a trap and when the moon started t

The people of the central district used to wear a necklace of sapphire on which they drew the sign of peace with silver. The people of western district used to carry a golden pocket watch on which they wrote about a legend of Ard's creation. The legend is, "The water has a big role in creation but fire is the one who gives the shape to this world." Thus, that golden pocket watch can tell you the person is actually western.

"It was about wolves who had been exiled, banished, or killed because they were considered dangerous. It was almost like a collection of old stories about packs that had committed terrible things." Hayes's face became more serious. "I borrowed it from the library." His eyes stayed on mine. "What kind of stories?” "Different ones." I thought for a moment. "One of them was about a pack that kidnapped babies from other packs and used rituals involving them to strengthen their own bloodline. There were stories about wolves who experimented with forbidden magic, packs that tried to overthrow their Alphas, and others that were destroyed because they were considered too dangerous to be allowed to s

Kat POV I had heard the stories of men who turned into beasts on nights where the full moon is high in the sky. Stupid stories filled with tales of curses and blood oaths with the devil, no doubt embellished by the old gypsy fortunetellers who told the tales from the darkness of the alleys in Rome. I had never once thought to believe any of them, filing them away securely as one of the many myths old ladies tell to keep the young girls wary of men.

I know that sounds a bit childish but after the day I had yesterday I thought I deserved that few seconds of release. I started to wonder last night before bed if the Moon Goddess was punishing me for something I did, but I thought long and hard and couldn’t come up with one thing that would cause her to punish me. I also tried to remember all the stories my mother had told me about the white wolves when I was a child. The stories my mother would tell me seemed more like a fairy tale bedtime story nothing that was a real-life story.

It’s really uncomfortable to try to sleep when someone is doing a samba in your uterus. Rose shrugged. “There’s a lot like that because then you get the Cinderella stories, the knights in shining armor stories, and the healing stories.” “What’s wrong with a good Cinderella story?” Heather asked. “I adore them, and almost every culture has one or two that have been printed as beautiful children’s books.” “Nothing is wrong with a good Cinderella story,” Rose started. I interrupted her. “Except when the prince turns out to be a giant dick, but she can’t escape him because he’s the most powerful alpha and they’re fated mates.”

A world's strongest man who could devour nine burning suns in the sky, and a woman who swallowed the elixir of immortality to save him—but was imprisoned on the moon and became the Moon Goddess instead… The folk tale was created by a man from the Varanus Continent who had been dead for a long time… but right now, Zaha saw something similar happening in the real world. The strongest man who shone as bright as the sun… and a woman who was willing to lose her chance to rest in the peace of death to save him. Heinrich Hyacinth of the West Continent could remember the past. Ezra Euclase of the Central Continent was trapped in the present. Zaha Serpentes of the Continent of Varanus… …could see the

I groaned when water splashed on my body. We are at the house of my best friend, Linda, celebrating her birthday. Unlike any other people who celebrate their birthdays together with many of their colleagues, Linda wanted to do it with only me and her parents Lisa and David. Lisa has been a cripple for 6 months now. She got into an accident and unfortunately, that happened to her. David is upstairs taking care of his wife at the moment. “You know what. Every night I always dream for my mother’s fast recovery. Even though she tries to hide it, I could see in her eyes how much it affected her, not only physically but emotionally and morally.”

"You're even more delusory than I anticipated. Amazonians are just warrioresses, and we despise having warriors in our tribe, Odin." Odin yelled at Arya. "That is insane. We are fighting a common enemy, don't you know?" "You have to respect their rules, Odin!" uttered Charlotte. "Why don't you join the zodiac warriors instead?" "Zodiac warriors should have twelve members because each one represents a different Zodiac sign. For example, Ammon represents the Taurus sign and has the special ability to make his body tough; the same goes for the rest of them, and they should be ruled by Prince Arthur, the 13th Zodiac warrior," Arya explained.

“When I was small, my parents told me stories about moon-blessed children. Pairs of wolves marked by Luna herself for a special purpose.” Zane opens the ancient book, carefully turning brittle pages until he finds what he’s looking for. He spins it around to face us. The illuminated manuscript shows two wolves, one midnight black, one silver, standing beneath a crescent moon. Behind each wolf’s ear is a small, glowing mark identical to the ones Zane and I share.