Zodiac Signs After They Die Novels & Stories

“My kind doesn’t kill werewolves for fun!” “Lies!” Astrid hisses. “Plenty of our wolves have died mysteriously in the forest with blood around their mouth and ears. That’s a typical zareth sign!” “Blood doesn’t mean it has to be the work of zareths!” Korrin argues, voice raised. He is speaking from his chest, and he sounds mad. Very mad. Still, Astrid doesn’t back down. “How do you know that?” She challenges him.

I’ve completed my destiny quest as pride swells in my chest at my accomplishment. Looking over to Zane as the shadows clear around us, I see Liam's dead body lying at Zane’s feet. His war scythe is still soaked in blood. Liam’s soul has gone to Death. Zane walks over to Sage. He sticks his war scythe into her as pale green light glows from his war scythe. He’s reaping her soul, sending her to Death. Seconds pass, and his scythe stops glowing. Zane then repeats the process with Ghost’s body. “I’ve called a clean-up crew. They will be here shortly. We can go home.” Cade announces as the four of us come together. Blair and I are still in our animal forms.

*****Diane's POV***** I escorted Luna Trish all the way to her room. At the same time, I kept wondering about what might have happened to Alpha Cain. There are just so many speculations in my head. I wondered if he was perhaps attacked by enemies. Again, I wondered if he was attacked because he became weak at some point during the battle after the death of his mate. I've heard of cases whereby the partner to a dead mate becomes weak and goes feral after the death of their destined mate.

She wants me to hurt Easton in the same way he hurt that poor Omega. I have to fight her and myself. Every minute of every day. Even in my sleep, it torments me. The voices of dead spirits call out to me, begging me to join them. I don't want to end up with them. Even in death they can’t find any rest. They are stuck there, unable to break free. What a terrible fate. Legend says that when fated mates die, they find each other even in the afterlife, blessed to spend the rest of eternity in each other’s blissful embrace on the star planes.

“Exactly. If in one life they were mother and daughter, perhaps in the next they will be sisters, and so on. That’s another reason not to remember them. That way, they can live their true potential with nothing holding them back.” “I understand.” Then she says, “But, as long as the death is natural, your loved ones will continue to be in your destiny.” I frown and say, “What do you mean by natural death?” “I mean that as long as you live your destined time, then the cycle will not be cut. That means your loved ones will still be in your lives, no matter what it is.” “But what if I take my life?” Hecate’s eyes widen and she says, “If a wolf or Lycan takes its own life, it severs ties with its

I fall to my knees and double over for a second as the vision of Hugo fills my mind. In a flash, Doze is next to me. “I felt it too when my old man died. It should pass quicker for you because your wolf wasn’t really attached to him. Their souls never bonded,” he explains. I grunt and try to push to my feet but a wave of nausea hits me. “Just sit tight for a minute, I’m gonna get the hose,” he says, as I throw myself on my back. The feeling is like a bad leg cramp all over my whole body and for a moment, I can’t move.

The sheer force of his grief shattered every glass object in the funeral hall. Above it all, I floated, weightless in the glow of the moonlight. I looked down at my fading form. My once-solid claws had nearly disappeared. By the laws of our kind, those who died betrayed by their mates would never ascend to the Moon Goddess. Instead, they would become nothing but scattered dust in the moonlight. Forever trapped where they had perished. On the ground below, Sophia had collapsed, trembling violently. And the pack? They bared their fangs at her.

She takes her time to ask in return, "What will happen if one of us dies first?" I take a deep sigh, is not a question I’m prepared for, "In most cases, the other one withers and follows their mate to the afterlife. For werewolves couples, if either one dies the other one is affected because the bond is severed and debilitates the heart. Strong wolves can survive and even find a second chance mate. What? Are you thinking of someone already? I look down to her grinning.

I looked down at her body, hoping she would react to it, but she didn’t. It is a tradition in our pack that if someone died among us, they would be carried to the sight of the moon goddess immediately after they were confirmed dead. After they have been taken there, we will leave them, and by the next day, they will have been gone to only the moon goddess knows where. It is more or less like a burial ground in our pack.

“We will burn her in a few hours. We should be ready soon.” Aria hasn’t attended a burning ritual, as no one else has died since she came. We burn our dead and then bury their urns in the cemetery. We don’t waste time burning them, as we believe that when the burning happens, the human soul follows its wolf counterpart to the moon, while the wolf is driven instantly upon death. It was uncertain if we were correct. That was a tale we’ve been told as kids. And we learned to believe it. ~~~ The ceremony was simple and heavy.