Zodiac Writing Novels & Stories

As the moon continued its celestial dance, casting its radiant glow upon the land, the wolves' howls grew stronger, their harmonies intertwining with In the vast and intricate tapestry of existence, there existed a tale of extraordinary proportions. At the heart of this captivating narrative were Zavier and Sophia, two souls whose destinies were forever entwined. Their sanctuary, a haven of solace and serenity, stood as a testament to their unwavering bond.

**TRIGGER WARNING VIOLENCE** The moon is bright in the dead of night. The stars shine big and bright. A lovely night to stroll the wood. You would stay out all night if you could. The night lulls you into feeling safe, but all is not what it seems. When the moon is full, big, and bright, beware the werewolf's bite. Chapter Two: Transformation

He smiled down at me, distracting me from the background activities. “Hmm, single, twenty-four, Pisces. A water sign! You must love beachfront property.” “Who doesn’t love beachfront property?” He retorted. “Am I sensing a personality? And I had begun to think Miami wolves lacked sparkle.” He laughed. “We sparkle fucking plenty. Don’t let our alpha set the standard. Tell me, is your alpha the standard for your wolves?” I laughed. “No. Not even.” The smile was still plastered to my face when Alpha Zander appeared.

ZION "Zion, for fucks sakes. Can't you keep your hands to yourself," Kendra fumed as she swatted my fingers away from her, "Didn't your mama teach you not to mess with a black girl's weave!" The scowl on her face amused me as well the red weave she decided to get during the weekend.

A message came from the moon to her people, a prophecy of Ephesus rebirth. Two kingdoms in war, masters of air against masters of land. A young warrior gifted by the goddess Luna a strong ability to touch the sky, his physics pure with peace and dark with fury. Standing out from among his peers, a royal blooded wolf. A hero in spirit, who must take the weight upon himself, and prevail were strong warriors had failed. A seventeenth year body but billion decades spirit of Zeta Ephesus. In pure heart and with faith he shall gain victory and honor among his people. But he too shall suffer loss and Redemption shall be made. So his stain purity shall be regained...

My first thought after reading the damn content was: holy fuck. It was written in Phanteon language; used indelible ink from Sattus, and it was embued with fairy-like dust from the first full moon of the kingdom. This meant all the words on the parchment were absolute and irreversible. Signed by my father during the creation of Phanteon, it told about all werewolves and lycans bound by an unseen force of the Universe. Through the moon, this force manifests in the form of a crescent mark on the wrists of two destined people.

Zenith moved to the center of the room and faced every elder present. “I will not repeat myself. Hear it. Remember it. Learn to live with it. I am marrying Violet Scott. She will become my Luna and a member of this community.” “Zenith..”Giovanni tried to interrupt, but Zenith raised a hand to stop him and continued his declaration. “I understand your concerns. But don't forget one thing. A child born from fated mates is stronger than one born from a chosen match.” His expression became unreadable. A heavy silence followed among the people present.

I flip the page fast, scanning the rushed handwriting. “The Queen of the Crimson Moon would never be born from the dance of a male’s seed and the proud eggs of a female. Each rare crimson moon, a Crimson Born queen at her maiden age who has reached her peak shall be sent down from the hands of the goddess as a pact she made to Zhodin and cannot break.” Who the hell is this Zhodin guy? A Lycan hero? His name keeps popping up everywhere. It’s starting to make my head spin. “Zhodin will stop at nothing to complete the circle of long life. To do so, a sacrifice is demanded, but the Goddess denied such demand.”

I asked, gesturing to the star charts. “A little astrological research,” he said, his eyes twinkling. “A wolf has to have interests outside of snarling and marking territory, doesn’t he?” He leaned forward, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. “Most of our kind think the moon is the only celestial body that matters. They’re not wrong, but they’re not entirely right, either.”

It looked like her eye conversation with Zion was done. “Yeah, the moon. He wants to kill the moon.” Jane sighed, looking visibly weak. “Oh fuck!” Michelle sighed, and I turned to look at her. “What is it?” Thane asked. “In the last book I read, the moon signifies all wolf lives, and if the moon is dead, we cease to exist. That's why we are most powerful on the nights of full moons.” Michelle said. “That's why he wants to possess Franklin on the night of a full moon.” Thane said, and the realization hit all of us.