"We have news, my prince."
"Yes?"
"Her Majesty's ship... it has returned to our shores..."
"Is she alright? What's wrong?"
"No one survived."
...
"Prince Aries?"
...
"I... I have work to get done, excuse me."
I have so much work to get done...
TRIGGER WARNING; abuse, violence, sexual themes (possibly, still undecided), possible mild gore, psychological issues (depression, trauma, sociopathy, etc). Not rated mature yet because I'm still figuring out where this story will go exactly.
A/N: Alright, so after YEARS of writing and rewriting this story (and losing my mind while I was at it), I have finally begun to write and publish what will be the final copy. I hope. Apologies for the wait.
I am attempting to present all the signs equally, so Pisces has less time in the spotlight than in previous iterations.
The main ship is Aries x Pisces x Scorpio, other ships are still being figured out and will remain a secret until they are presented in the story.
~ Winter C. Wilde
Revamped this story because old version was shit.
The Zodiacs consist of thirteen high-schoolers from the hood that equally fucked up and didn't plan on changing their lifestyles anytime soon until a mysterious man named Ophiuchus approached each of them and asked to recruit them as his warriors.
But can as be trusted to fight supernatural threats or even if they can be trusted to live in a house together is the real question that's lingering.