Zodiac Writing Novels & Stories

Damien Perspective "That was fun, wasn't it?" Zyros, my wolf, growled with satisfaction. "Not now, Zyros. I’m not in the mood." I stormed into my office, slamming the door shut behind me. I needed a drink. Badly. "Didn’t you see what kind of mate we got?" I muttered, striding toward the bar. "But she’s ours, Damien," Zyros insisted. "That’s all that matters. I’m happy that she’s finally with us." I rolled my eyes, pouring myself a glass of whiskey. The strong scent of alcohol barely dulled the overwhelming scent that still lingered on my skin. Her scent. "I wanted to mark her right now. I can’t wait," Zyros growled impatiently. "You’ll have to wait," I said firmly, swirling the amber liquid

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The year goes on even though it often stumbles in problems. Tonight I idly started looking at hockey, luck, constellations, zodiac signs or about tarot. It just so happened that an online tarot crossed the Geogle info wall while reading the news. I didn't have to wait long, I clicked on it quickly.

Maybe the gods think I look pretty this way. A gasp escaped me as I turned my neck to get a better view. My fingertips brushed against a beautifully intricate design that adorned my skin. It was a crescent moon, its delicate details awash in an array of enchanting blue shades. Stars, each unique, encircled the moon like constellations painted by a celestial artist. At the edge of the crescent, a pitch-black wolf stood, head thrown back as it howled at the moon. My mate’s initials are written below the mark.

Then, see what steps I needed to take, especially now that I am meant to be a Luna. **You can find me on I*G - Liz.S.Bluemoon.**

Aria's POV The sentence on my journal cover was written in handwriting I did not recognize. Small and precise and slanting slightly to the left, the kind of handwriting that belonged to someone who had learned to write carefully because careless writing had once cost them something. I stood in my doorway and stared at it and felt my wolf go completely still inside my chest. It said: The True Luna does not need a trial. She needs to shift.

He explained, “It would make this existence much more bearable.” “Well, did you have anything you wanted to talk about to get your mind off it?” I asked, trying to get him to spend some time with me. Liam nodded in response. “In fact, I do have something I would like to inquire about Ms. Aka.” Liam started, turning towards me, “Would you happen to know about the zodiac signs?” “Oh uh...I don’t think so, no.” I responded, curious as to where he was going with this. “I see. They are signs that describe different people based on their dates of birth, times, and days.” Liam explained, “I was wondering if you could share your date of birth with me so I can get a general idea of your sign.”

I've talked to maybe twenty or more women for the night and it's barely ten o clock and I'm this close to flinging myself off the balcony out of pure boredom. I see Mother and Father near the staircase speaking with two blonde girls while Zain's in a dark corner groping a red-head. Lucky bastard. "So, Alpha what's your zodiac?" Some brunette asks me. I think her name is... Dana? Donna?Daphne? Something that starts with a D. Or maybe it ends with a D. Something like Daphane-d. I sky another drink before I answer tersely. "Taurus." "Oh my god, I'm a Virgo!"

He opened another scroll, handing it to her, and my heart dropped as I read the Latin words that were stated. “Phoenix in plenilunio nascitur, unum ovum ponitur, et si eclypsis advenerit, exoritur datus. Phoenix sanguine nascitur, sed datus ex sole et luna annulari.” A phoenix is to be born on a full moon, one egg to be laid, and if an eclipse is to occur, it hatches giving the chosen one. A phoenix is born of phoenix blood, but a chosen one is of a sun and moon annular. I read, looking up at my mate whose eyes met the Lycan’s.

This was a question that I should have asked long before now, but it had honestly not even crossed my mind until one of our warriors commented about his new mate’s heat. She flipped the visor mirror down, looking at the mark on her neck, and smiling. The mark fit her perfectly. It was a lotus flower backed by a full moon. A lotus symbolized rebirth and strength. The full moon symbolized completion. Those two symbols combined to showcase who my mate was. She was a fucking phoenix that rose from the ashes to complete this new and stronger Ziyah.