Zodiacs As Humans Novels & Stories

Soon, the bamboo fence around the courtyard was violently pushed down and at least a hundred people closed in from all directions, bearing murderous auras. These people were definitely extraordinary individuals, each one of them an elite fighter of the Quintus family. Leading them were the Quintus family’s Twelve Zodiacs. Serpent, Jackrabbit, Bull, Kong, Hound, Rattus, and Fowl… the remaining seven of the Twelve Zodiacs had arrived as well. This was the Quintus family’s strength that Jakoda Quintus had the authority to mobilize as the lord of his household. It was also his family’s greatest strength, and this force was their symbol.

"Yeah well, we're nothing special. They won't give a fuck about us." Trent was right. No one cared for the two of them, except for Alpha. He wondered if the Lunar council would judge them for coming into such a holy place reeking of blood. The blood of rogues. It was frowned upon by the Lunar council to kill rogues yet everyone still did so... Especially Alpha Khan. "Come on boys. We have to get going." A deep, loud voice echoed throughout the house. Boys. They would always be boys. Even though both men were close to their thirtieth year on this earth. Well, at least that was what Sai would always see them as...

It's my fault why they weren't able to attend this event. Archmaster just sighed and shook his head. “Let’s not waste our time to people who aren’t here. Let’s have Ms. Deborah Castro. She’s the chosen Taurus, the bull of the Zodiacs.” He didn't waited for much time and moved over to the next zodiac. Aw, I was the one who should be blamed here.

We both ordered our food and waited for it to arrive. "What's it like being an elf?" Adria questions me quietly. I lean back and think about it and shrug. "Same as you being a human, it just is, we are basically the same with different ears and a much longer life span," I chuckle at her crinkled brows. "'You're the same as humans below your waistline as well?" she asks, her cheeks pink. I laughed loudly and nodded, watching her turn redder. Her eyes remained turned down and I smiled at her curiosity.

Maybe my fate would’ve been worse — in the hands of the Sentinels, or another clan. — Guess that puts us at a standstill, then — I admit. He doesn’t look away, and that unwavering focus feels… dangerously thrilling. — Tell me something humans don’t know — I say, wanting to keep him talking. — I’ll tell you something about me in return. Samiel lifts an eyebrow, and for a moment I think he’ll refuse. But then he turns fully toward me, close enough that his heat seeps into my skin. — The zodiac signs — his deep, rough voice travels straight through me. — They’re real. Personalities shift with the stars. I don’t know why He made it that way. Maybe He got lazy creating unique souls.

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.”

Thirteen was when vampires got access to the abilities and gifts if they had one, just like how we got our wolves. Zion, being a Precoza by birth, gained access to his on his ninth birthday. He was still getting the hang of them, but he was excited. He had the same Precoza abilities that Imeela had. He was also able to cast and could emit electricity from his body. Hecate had made an appearance when Zion was born and blessed him, stating that he would have an important destiny and would hold great power inside of himself. “I promise,” he whispered back to me, eyes twinkling with mirth. “Dad, I’m curious about something. Did it ever bother you that Mom wasn’t a shifter?”

Shirley said. "Truthfully, I have never thought or wished to be a human even for a second and I don't think there will ever be a situation that would make me think otherwise. All those things that you mentioned are positive things and that is what makes us superior to them humans. We have everything they have, but they don't have most of the things we do, to me those lacking are the ones not normal not us who have it all. Having lived all my live as a wolf, the power and everything accompanied with this life, I don't think I can ever choose the human life over this," Zane replied, then he asked her, "what about you? Have you ever wished to be a human?"

Even the greed that was already engraved to the humans’ bones can hardly be changed. Because if you are not having these traits, can you still be called a human? Or if you don’t have these traits, can you be called an Angel coming from heaven if there is really any? If there is, then they might have no importance and significance judging by how their world had an unfair rules. Systems, Sotiras, Heroes, Monsters, Humans, Animals. They are almost was last in the food chain. But then, if they pushed aside their arrogance first and was thinking for their safety first, would they still be at this situation?

“I never had a mate either. And I want it to stay that way.” I exhaled, bringing my fingers into a clench. “What—” But Zarion added before I can resume. “It’s rare to have a human mate. There are a lot of complications. Not to mention the prejudice of other wolves.” “Has that happened before?” “Yes, there was a rumor about having a human mate.” “How did it end?” “It didn’t end well, Cassidy.” “Damn it, Zarion. Just tell me how it ended!” “The human died, of course.” Zarion looked up at me with a stare that I couldn’t fathom whether worried or amusement. His sleepy eyes were giving me so many emotions. Is he really worried about me or is this another game of his? A game of guessing emotions.