Aries Symbol Crossword Clue Novels & Stories

"Alright... what am I supposed to get?" Conor’s grin stretched wide. "That's my girl." He flipped open the old, worn-out book in front of us, turning the pages until he stopped at a symbol etched in thick, black ink. It was a large, dark ring with two triangles meeting at the top in a straight line. Inside the circle, two more triangles—sharp, like a wolf's canines—flanked either side of the line. The image stirred something in me. It felt oddly familiar.

Zara asked. Rynese carefully unrolled it while everyone gathered around him, the parchment was old and crusty. The northern territories stretched across it in faded ink, some locations were marked on it and notes were written at the edges. A symbol stood out immediately, it was a crescent moon wrapped around a blade.The same symbol they'd seen before. Zara pointed at it. "What does that mean?" Nobody said anything then she looked up. Valkyrie had gone completely still, the colour had drained from her face.

At the top of the page she was on was a symbol. It was a crescent moon with an arrow passing through it. Aria slowly pulled up her sleeve. Her arm was marked with the exact same symbol. Aria’s fingers trembled slightly. She looked from the page to her arm, then back to the page again. The symbol was unmistakable. Below the drawing was a heading. Strangely, she could read that particular heading. She read it out loud. “The Moonbound Mark.” “What does this mean?” Aria asked herself.

’ Nigel assured me. ‘Appreciate it. Just don’t get yourself hurt. Holly will kick my ass.’ I chuckled as I closed the link. “This way.” Talia waved us to what looked like a manhole cover. But as we got closer, I realized it wasn’t a simple manhole cover. We’d passed some on the street getting to Noya’s. They were generic like any other city. But this looked heavy and had the Argyris mark, the same mark Isis and I have, of a howling wolf head with claw marks slashed over it on a crescent moon.

“Aries, Taurus, Gemini, Cancer, Leo, Virgo, Libra, Scorpio, Sagittarius, Capricorn, Aquarius, and Pieces.” Holding the secret that he just knew now in exchange for the little favor of ‘his’ soul. He smiles now in delight as his changing mood and expression are like the haywire of the unfortunate weather. Killing, stalking, caring, loving, and cursing at the same time, but greatly favor the dread and tone of death at the very end and his response. “Gate of truth, a symbol of life and the beginnings of sin. Just how will this book flow from now on? Just how exciting does this tale will going to be?”

My eyes roamed the silver like ore, over the odd language, and a breath caught in my throat as I saw the symbol. The cross with one missing arm. "Holy shit," The words tumbled before I could stop them; the vampire attack, Kyrell's notes - all of it connecting. "What does this symbol mean exactly?" "Honestly, I don't know... The closest thing I found to resemble that type of cross, or symbol, is an ancient symbol in the Norse language. Laguz meaning a body of water or lake," Of course, once we get a step forward we are then thrusted four steps back...

Her voice sharpened. "What did she mean?" The old man slowly exhaled. Then looked toward the far side of the chamber. Toward a massive circular door built into the stone wall. Ama hadn't noticed it before. Now she couldn't look away. The door was enormous. At least fifteen feet high. Constructed from black steel. Covered with symbols identical to those on the ring. The symbol of The Circle. The symbol that had followed her entire life. Arthur finally spoke. "That's the archive."

“The car had a symbol on the door. And the woman wore it too— on a pin, on her collar. I saw it every time she came. I never asked what it meant because honestly I didn’t want to know.” He slides the paper across the table. The drawing is awful. Barely legible. A crooked circle with what might be a crown or might be antlers, and beneath it a shape that could be a wolf or could be a smudge. But something about it — even rendered this badly by a man whose hands haven’t been steady in a decade — sends a cold current through my chest that makes Sapphire stir. I stare at the crest. I don’t recognise it. But my wolf does. Somewhere in the part of me that Sapphire occupies, something old and buried

She nods, The sigil is a cross of lines, like a plus sign but longer, with arrows on the ends of each line with three small bisecting lines near the end. A diamond over the centre of the cross with circles coming out from the central dot diagonally between the lines of the cross and three sweeping curves that form a sort of triangle pointing down over the top of the diamond. It’s about seven inches in each direction and sits in the small of her back and central to her spine.