Almighty Black P Stone Nation Symbol นิยาย & เรื่องราว

She can’t sing. Didn’t you see her marking on her wolf? She’s all black with blue-tinted fur with a white symbol on her chest! Okay, well what does that symbol mean? It means that she’s the incarnation of the Goddess of Water. The upside-down triangle on her chest is an ancient symbol of water. What. The. Fuck?

I answered truthfully, realizing that the information coming from Neil would stop and I would be no closer to understanding Ethan's past than he would be about knowing mine. Elaina helped us dole out the food to the proper parties and Frances ushered me into Ethan's inner sanctum with a smug look and shut the door. He was on the phone. My gorgeous guy was busy with work but still held out his hand to me. I set the sandwiches on his desk and went to him. He snaked his arm around me and pulled me down onto his lap, and kept right on with his business call. "Right, I know. But you tell those fools that Blackstone represents the Royal Family, and when Her Majesty shows up for the opening ceremon

I admired her vulnerability. She picked a warm amber stone next. "This stone represents resilience. The ability to go through life with all its twists and turns and still come out whole. Changed, but not destroyed. The resilience to keep going even when it gets too difficult because we can be sure that we will come out better people." It felt like the entire room was at a standstill, holding it's breath. We could have heard it even if a pin had dropped at the back of the hall. A pale green gem symbolized forgiveness, a dark, plaque stone spoke of loss.

Ancient braziers burned along the outer walls with silver fire instead of flame, casting pale light across the enormous circular hall. And at the center……. stood the throne. It was not gold. Not jeweled. Not beautiful in the way mortal kingdoms built beauty. It was carved entirely from black stone veined with silver, enormous enough to feel less like furniture and more like something pulled directly from the mountain itself. Ancient symbols glowed faintly across its surface while power rolled from it in slow, suffocating waves strong enough to make my wolf pace violently beneath my skin. This was no symbol of leadership. This was a power given form.

The lower dungeons of the High Council’s palace were built from a dense, volcanic basalt known simply as the black stone. Unlike the pristine white marble that coated the surface world, these subterranean vaults were designed to absorb all light, ensuring that any prisoner locked within their depths would spend their final days in absolute, sensory-deprived isolation.

Ancient symbols decorated the stone walls. Most had been damaged beyond recognition. But not all. Nova immediately recognized the Blackthorn crest. It appeared everywhere. On pillars. On walls. On broken statues. Proof that this place had once belonged to Kieran's people. The realization made everything feel more personal. More real. For centuries, he'd been imprisoned beneath his own kingdom. Beneath the ruins of his family's legacy. The cruelty of it made her chest tighten. A sudden pulse shot through the mark. Nova gasped.

They were all standing around a giant rock with a huge paw print on it. “So, everyone, thanks for joining us today.” He beamed while his wife stood beside him. “For those not of our pack we have a tradition that once a pup shifts, they are to put their paw print on this rock. The Unity Rock. This rock is to symbolize not only unity to the Moon Goddess but also to each other. Since we are all children of the great Goddess, Alpha Victoria suggested that today every pup will make a mark of their own. They started passing out stones to everyone. We each got two stones, one to leave here and one to keep.

~Introduction to the Male lead~ Name: Zion Black Knight. Age: 19 years. Lives in: Manchester. A British national. Height: 6.1ft, Fair skin, black eye. He is a high schooler. He is somebody that can't be restrained or tamed. The child of world's best and richest businessman, Andrew Black Knight. The one who brought the renovation in the entire IT industry. He is rich, handsome and intelligent with a photographic memory. Perfect in every way.

I saw emblems I recognized the roaring bear of the Graniteclaw Pack, the twin eagles of the Sky-Hunter Tribe and many I did not. Then, I saw it. A skeleton slumped at the base of a massive pine, a rusted sword still clutched in its bony fingers. Around its neck, on a corroded chain, was a pendant. It was a simple, hammered silver disc, etched with the crescent moon and a single, stylized wolfsbane flower. My breath hitched. It was the mark of my own ancestors, the one my grandfather had described to me from old family lore the symbol of the Blackwood pioneers who had first tried to forge alliances with the northern packs centuries ago.