Aries Symbol Crossword Clue Novels & Stories

Time was of the essence when it came to possible war. I managed to get ready very quickly but took a few moments to look at the mark for myself. It was silver and in the shape of two crescent moons facing outwards, the symbol of Selene, the Goddess. The nurse that was helping me change even gasped a little when she saw it, but I tried to ignore her.

The air inside was filled with the comforting scent of old books, inviting them to explore the treasures that lined the shelves. They made their way to the section where the intriguing book awaited, its cover glistening with a subtle hint of magic. Kaida carefully picked it up, running her fingers over the embossed symbol that seemed to pulse with a hidden energy. "What do you think this symbol represents?" she mused, her eyes filled with wonder. Aric studied the symbol intently, his brow furrowed in concentration. "It looks ancient, as if it holds a secret meaning. Perhaps it leads to a forgotten realm or a hidden path."

"We found a clue at the crime scene—a spade symbol. It's the sign of a secret group of international assassins. Cillian's cousin, Leroy, was totally confused when he heard this. "What are you talking about? That can't be true!"

To the right was a second emblem, more intricate, marked with a double hexagram, a hexagon at its core, and a small dot in the center of the hexagon. Erika’s breath hitched. Even without understanding their full meaning, she could sense the weight of their symbology. Her eyes lingered on The Board’s insignia first: the interlacing black and silver triangles. She recalled reading about their meaning once—how they symbolized the union of opposites: male and female, light and dark, error and truth. The ankh at its center was unmistakable, representing life and power.

“I don’t have a mark. I mean, I’ve never had a tattoo or anything like that.” He stepped back, drying his hands on a nearby towel, his expression unreadable. “Damian… what is it?” Aria asked, wrapping the towel more tightly around herself as she stepped out of the shower. Her hair was dripping wet, her body still slick with water, but the temperature of the room had dropped drastically. Not from the air—but from the tension. Damian exhaled and leaned against the counter. “There’s a symbol on your lower back. A very specific one. A snake coiled around a dagger.”

“That was exactly what we were doing.” “I know. I wanted someone else to say it.” “Wait.” Evelyne picked up another fragment. “This symbol.” Yssa came closer. “It appears three times.” “What does it mean?” Yssa studied it. “Anchor.” Torin frowned. “An object?” “Possibly.” “The Moonstone?” “Maybe.” “The medallion?” Evelyne asked. The seneschal shook his head. “Neither symbol appears beside it.” Elara stared at the word. Something inside her tightened.

The black gate rises from the earth. I can barely breathe. Stone tears through the battlefield, cracking the ground beneath our feet as ancient symbols burn across its surface. Kael grabs my arm. “Aria, move.” I don't. I can't. I'm staring at the gate. At the symbol carved into its center. A crescent wrapped around a golden wolf. My mother's necklace. The same symbol. The same one Selene showed me. The same one that has followed me since childhood.

Aria turned back to the screen. Clearing her throat softly. “Focus.” But her voice wasn’t as steady as before. Adrian noticed. But didn’t comment. Instead— he pointed at something on the screen. “Look at this.” Aria leaned in again. A symbol. Dark. Circular. Intricate. Almost hypnotic. Her breath caught slightly. “…That’s it.” “What?” Lena asked. “That’s what Evelyn meant.” Adrian’s expression tightened. “The Circle.” Aria nodded slowly.

"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.

"They were already hunting me." "They'll never stop." "Neither will I." Seraphina looked away. "You don't understand." "Then explain." Seraphina's eyes filled with fear. "I'm not just your sister." Aria waited. "I'm connected to Dawn." "We know." "No." Seraphina shook her head. "You don't." She pulled down the sleeve of her jacket. A strange symbol was burned into her wrist. Aria recognized it immediately. The same symbol from the silver key. "The Lock," she whispered.