Zodiac Writing Novels & Stories

Jumping out of bed, I didn’t realize I had verbalized this as Jared laughed getting out of bed much slower than me and follows behind me. As I look at my mark, tears well up in my eyes. It is two wolves wrapped around one another. That is a symbol for a true mating and one the Moon Goddess has great expectations of. As I look at Jared’s mark, his matches mine accordingly. Pulling him in to a tight hug I enjoy the moment. Our future looks so bright and promising.

That happened three months ago on Zak’s 21st birthday. At 21, we werewolves are able to find our mate. Our life partner. The other half of our soul, specifically created for us by the Moon Goddess to walk with us through whatever trials life puts us through. This is when wolves come into their full strength as a were. Though we have our first shift at 16, those intervening years are used to help us learn to control our wolves, learn how the moon’s cycles affect our bodies, hone our abilities, and build strength within our pack. On the dawn of our 21st birthday, the Moon Goddess bestows on us an ability. Nothing magical or mystical, but an ability that we specifically will need to help us th

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?”

— I murmured. I turned the book over to see who the author was, but there was no name. The printing of the book was dated ********. — Cronnos, do you know anything about the descendants of the Moon Goddess? — I asked the fleabag. He stopped dancing, looking thoughtful. - In truth no. I've never heard anything like it,” he replied. I flipped through the pages until I came to one that said: The true form of the descendants of the Moon. Below was a drawing of a wolf with snow-white fur and eyes shining like amethysts.

As it began to write, the words flowed with a graceful yet chilling precision: "Tell your mom I am coming for her." The letters formed in the blood, stark and vivid against the pale parchment. The message was simple but potent, each word imbued with Zyra's resolve and magic. As the quill finished its task, it gently rested back on the table. Zyra exhaled slowly, her hands trembling slightly from the intensity of the spell.

It seemed inconceivable that the person I held dear could be involved in something sinister. I picked up the first document, scanning through the meticulously compiled information. It detailed Zea's connections to known members of the Manifesto group, individuals linked to previous acts of violence and extremism. The connections were not mere coincidences; they were purposeful and calculated. "Here," Lynn pointed at a highlighted section. "This email exchange between Zea and one of the group's leaders. They discuss their plans, their motivations, and their desire to seek revenge for her father's death." As I read the exchange, my heart sank. The words on the screen painted a chilling picture

Not knowing what it was. Writing carefully with the handwriting of someone forming letters as an act of enormous intention. I am forty-one years old and something has changed and it is larger than I have words for and I do not know if anyone can help me understand it. I picked up the pen. Your name and your age and the shape of what you are feeling are exactly right. You are a Lunar Wolf. What changed is called the restoration. And the opening that came after. What you are feeling is the full connection.

The similarity actually was pretty startling. I looked away to several pairs of wide eyes. “Look, I’m 100 percent human. I was tested as a child in foster care.” “What exactly is a Moon Wolf?” Shotz asked. “You know, other than a founder of the Luna Temple?” “They’re more dominant than alphas, or they were,” Zane said, still looking at the side-by-side photos of me and Maxim. “It’s almost time for your speech,” Whitfield said, making some quick notes on his laptop. “Yes, we need to stress connection.” He looked at me speculatively.

My body changed rapidly into something I myself can't control, My eyes dazzled in the wolf costume, that's what I can classify it as to make me comfortable and not sad, howling continuously only a word echoes in my head faintly, it is My mom. 'Ella!!!' The full moon...full moon light, no Lord, I whispered, but it was too late to lament, I screamed as my body changes into a beautiful dangerous white wolf, now I'm possessed, I bumped out of the window into the woods, you could guess what my game is, it's hunting, hunting for the dark shadow I don't know of, taking a race after a prey I can't even get in touch with, this is what happens every year, This is the calamity I faced, No my parents fa

Why me? "What makes you think that I'm powerful and special?" "You're a Zodiante, you have the power of the stars. You're powerful, you can to things other can't." The guy next to me coldly replied. "A what now?" "A Zodiante, like me. You have the power to summon a specific celestial spirit, Goddess Virgo. You must be special for a star to choose a human being like you." I could feel the hatred in his voice. "Why did it choose me?"