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August 31 - September 4, 2025
“Remember to own your actions. When wielding a weapon greater than any should call their own, only the strength of your heart can guide it, only the power of your will can contain it. Know yourself and own every piece of who you are. I am sure you won’t ever fail the way I have,” my father called to me.
“Your soul is bound to mine,” I breathed against his mouth, even though I knew he was no longer there to hear my words, but a dark and unknown energy seemed to stir the air itself at that vow. “And I won’t rest until I make every star in the heavens fall for trying to cleave us apart.”
When all hope is lost, and the darkest night descends, remember the promises that bind. When the dove bleeds for love, the shadow will meet the warrior. A hound will bay for vengeance where the rift drinks deep. One chance awaits. The king may fall on the day the Hydra bellows in a spiteful palace.
“You’re very quiet back there, little hunter,” Lavinia called. “Are you trying to mourn your friends in peace? Because I assure you there will be no peace between these walls.” “I have nothing to say to you,” I growled, and she twisted her head to look back at me, the angle of her neck unnatural.
“I don’t want to,” he growled stubbornly. “I don’t want to let go. I want to turn back time. I want to kill my father, I want to fucking kill him!”
But I wasn’t powerless. I was Roxanya Vega.
The tree grew and grew until it was the exact size of the enormous beast who had once resided within the man now lying dead in its shadow. The outstretched wing curved over both coffins protectively, the beast’s wooden face set in a firm and unyielding expression as it watched over this most precious treasure.
I’m your fucking Wolf, Cal, and the thought of making you mine is too much to bear.”
Ten things that make this constellation less powerful than most. Extra points for descriptions of the Order linked to this particular formation of the stars and eloquent examples of their weaknesses and their strengths – they are lesser for a reason, but it is always worth noting the ways that such cunning beasts can undermine the hard work and resilience of our great land, so no corner cutting.”
“Listen to me, Blue. I loved you when your soul shone with all the starlight in the night sky, and I’ll love you now when your soul is the blackest you’ve ever known. I will love you whole and I’ll love you in pieces. It doesn’t matter, light or dark, I am here. That is what mates are for. It’s what I’m made to be for you by the stars themselves, so stop trying to shut me out.”
“A gift, Libra, son of the hunter, for there must be a balance. A light to counter the dark. Your bond will be safeguarded with starlight from this day forward.”
“Do you think it’s Gabriel? Maybe he got hit on the head and he’s lost all memory of who he was, and now he identifies as a bird, and we’ll find him in there with his wings out and his eyes all cuckoo as he tries to communicate to us in bird language.” “Your imagination scares me sometimes,” Dante murmured, then pressed his hand to the wall. “We’re coming, Gabe!” I called then formed my lips into an O, whistling to him in case that was all he understood now.
“I’ll kill you, you ass whistling monster!” I dove forward, but Dante knocked me back again, looking me in the eye. “He’s on our side, fratello. That’s Brian Washer.”
It had been a long, hard week. But here I was, Justin Masters, Master of the Nymphs and now Captain Cloud Cruiser too. Perhaps someone would write a bard about my daring escape upon my return. Perhaps my dear Grussy would be the one to weave the sonnet.
Or, hey bro, remember how I said we were BFF BJ buddies, well I’m actually so in love with you that I wanna tattoo your name on my cock, and I know you won’t ever feel that way about me, but hooking up with you is slowly breaking my heart because I know I can never truly, really have you.
prickle of sensation rose up the side of my neck, marking my skin with butterfly soft kisses that I could have sworn were trailed with that stubble he never quite shaved off. A sigh escaped me, longing and heartache merging as the ghost of him faded once more, his intention unclear.
My brain was so frazzled today. It kept hanging out in the little world I’d made up called Calaria, where Caleb was all smitten with me, kissing me and calling me a good pup while fondling my balls.
“Forget the mountain,” he said, like he knew. He always knew. I smiled, looking at him and nuzzling his face. “You’re not ever gonna be alone again,” he swore, and my smile reached as high as the moon.
When I spoke again, my voice was a raspy whisper of desperation, “If you have to go, please be the last one. Please stay until the end. I can’t lose you. Not you.” “I’m not going anywhere, Seth,”
So I shut my eyes and breathed in his sharp, masculine scent, finding some clarity in why I had fallen for him so hopelessly. He was Caleb Altair. The most protective, loyal Fae who knew every piece of me and never flinched from it. Of course I’d fallen for him. Just like The Wheel of Fortune card had predicted. It was inevitable.
“Here, give yourself a book boner. It’ll make you think of Orion.”
There are even Fae who live among us peacefully. They have married our kind and live full lives with us, giving up their power only when death comes calling at their door and even then, they only do so if they wish it.”
“I don’t think Darius would have wanted you to risk-” “That’s the thing about dying,” Tory hissed venomously. “You give up the chance to want anything at all.”
I’d already caught a couple of minutes from the live stream of him visiting a hospital this morning, kissing babies on the head, and claiming to bless them. If it had been my baby he’d come to kiss, I think I would have hurled myself and the child out of the window before allowing his poisonous mouth anywhere near it.
She had a shiny K.U.N.T. badge pinned to her lapel, her red hair tumbling down around her face in that overly styled way she always preferred, and her uniform clung to her figure in crisp perfection. The epitome of student piety and a devoted servant to the king. Except she wasn’t.