Ancient Symbols Novels & Stories

He didn’t really understand the kind of relationship those two shared, each of them looked at the other as if he was holding the moon for him, but still kept their words and actions very formal, it was there, however, the attraction, growing slowly. NOTE: THE CIRCLE WITH A DOTE (THE ROCK) IN THE MIDDLE IN AN ANCIENT EGYPTIAN SYMBOL, IT HAS MANY SIGNIFICATIONS, GOLD, SUN, CENTER, AND GOD

"I've never seen anything like it." They called upon the pack's healers and scholars to decipher the symbols, hoping for clarity. After days of research, the scholars delivered a startling revelation. The symbols were ancient, tied to a herd that had existed long before their time. This herd was known for its mastery of magic and its connection to the supernatural world. Aline's mind raced with questions. Why had Luna been marked with these symbols? What did they signify? And most importantly, what did this ancient herd want with them?

“You recognize it?” He looks up at me, his expression unreadable. “Not exactly, but this design… it’s reminiscent of something I’ve seen before. Old symbols, often associated with ancient rituals and beliefs. The crescent moon, in particular, has long been a symbol of power and protection in many cultures.” “Do you know what it means?” I ask, my voice trembling slightly.

"I believe this tome holds the key to unlocking the secrets of the symbol." My heart raced as I joined him, my eyes scanning the faded text. The words danced before me, a puzzle waiting to be solved. Each paragraph held a clue, a tantalizing glimpse into the origin and power of the symbol. Hours turned into days as we immersed ourselves in the ancient texts, deciphering cryptic passages and unearthing long-lost rituals. The more we uncovered, the clearer the connection between the symbol, the primordial force, and the curse that plagued Silverwood became.

His other shoulder is clearly marked with a symbol that I know all too well, and it makes me pale instantly, my blood running cold, as he turns enough to make it visible. It’s the ancient symbol for RA the sun god, bestowed upon all hunters as a tribute when they make their first kill of a supernatural. There’s no other reason for it and I have never seen a human with a tattoo of this design. They wouldn’t have ever seen it as it disappeared with the hunters.

I said. "The top row is the oldest," she said, her eyes still on her mending. "Pre-covenant. Those symbols belong to a writing system that has not been in active use for over four hundred years. I can only read fragments of it." A pause. "The second row down is early covenant period. Three hundred years old. I can read most of that." "What does it say?" I asked. She was quiet for long enough that I thought she might not answer. "Start at the left," she said finally. "The first symbol in the second row. It looks like a circle with a line through its center at an angle."

"I don't know about anyone else, but I strongly dislike mysterious deadlines." Damien sighed. "You dislike everything." "Incorrect." Victor pointed toward him. "I like coffee." Nobody laughed. The situation was far too serious. Zevarion turned the coin over in his palm. Ancient symbols covered both sides. One side displayed the familiar markings of the Gate. The other carried something different. A crest. A tree with thirteen branches. Elyra stared at it. The symbol felt strangely familiar. As if she had seen it somewhere before. Yet she couldn't remember where.

It was a circle. I didn’t hold back, I walked even closer and it was then I realized what was on the wood. The symbol was an ancient one and it made my heart panic. No. No, no, no. I hadn’t seen that symbol in years. Not since I was a teenager hiding in my father’s study, watching his council whisper about bloodlines, rituals, and power. That was his symbol, his secret council’s mark. The ones who believed in ancient prophecies. The ones who would do anything to bring them to life.

They were omens but of what, I still couldn’t work out. The figure held their hand up, and the light became more intense. The symbols carved into the trees surrounding us began to shimmer, to pulse, as if alive. My heart races when I recognized them. The symbols were unlike anything I’d ever seen—ancient and cryptic, glowing with a faint energy that felt… off, Jameson said. My hands shook in his, and I knew he could see the fear in my eyes. “I’ve seen these,” I whispered, too softly for the rumbling ground to hear.

The night was cold, the wind howling through the palace corridors like a wounded animal. I stood in the great hall, my hand resting on my growing belly, my eyes fixed on the ancient tapestries that lined the walls. They depicted scenes of the old kingdom—battles fought, victories won, rulers crowned and deposed. But there was something else woven into the fabric, something I had never noticed before. Symbols. Ancient symbols that seemed to pulse with a life of their own.