Bakugo Symbol Novels & Stories

“Didn’t mean to scare you.” “No, it’s fine,” Erika said, glancing back at the shield. “I was just… drawn to this. What do these symbols mean?” Sofia’s grin softened into something more thoughtful as they stepped closer, their boots clicking softly against the polished floor. “That,” Sofia gestured to the left banner, “is The Board’s insignia. The hexagram and the ankh together—they’re a pretty big deal. Light and dark, good and evil. It’s all about balance, about how those opposites are tied together in the grand scheme of things. It’s their way of saying they hold the key to maintaining order in the Lycan world.”

Sage must notice, because from my spot by the far wall she says, “It’s a phoenix. The phoenix dies and is reborn from the ashes. It symbolises rebirth, strength and transformation.” Well. Shit. It could not be any more perfect if it tried. I smile at her and nod at the design. “That one.” “Where?” she asks. I hesitate. I know exactly where I would like it, but I am not sure if it is possible. “I have scars on my back,” I say slowly. “I’d like it to be flying out of them. On my shoulder or the base of my neck, between my shoulder blades? Somewhere I can cover easily with clothing.”

He carefully peeled back the bag’s opening further, revealing not Mack’s face, but his chest. Carved into the skin above his heart, precise and deep, still oozing dark blood diluted by the rain, was a symbol: A stylized, abstract Phoenix, wings spread in a cruel curve. And beneath it, a single word, etched with surgical precision: **ANCHOR** Leo stared, the rain soaking him, the cold fury in his chest freezing into something absolute. This wasn’t just murder. It was a message. A signature. A declaration.

They probably representing personalities from the past— some important falk's, I guess. My eyes narrowed at the weapon they are holding. To my surprise, symbols are lying in there. Who seems to be different, depending on who's holding it. But when the sun suddenly showed up, one statue lures my attention. The sun made its simple red structure into a flaming crystal. A scene that I can't keep my eyes on. I looked at her hands and saw her magnificent bow and arrow, owning a symbol that made my heart skipped for an unknown reason. It's a blazing bird, a Phoenix.

In this place Guilt forges the script Making way For the Cryptic Crypt A bird in hand Owes much to fate Pulling open long locked gates ‘Come on up here and take a look at this, young Lucas,’ Agnes said next to Dennis. The big man held the flashlight rock-steady so that the lettering on the wall was washed in creamy yellow. Lucas came to stand with them, his face scrunched with fascination. ‘Look at that symbol underneath the writing,’ Elmo said quietly. But they had all already seen it; etched upon the old, dusty brickwork, a white eagle, wings frozen in flight, clutching in its talons an iconic symbol of evil:

Sabastian POV There really isn’t a symbol I hate more. I try crushing it with my palm, but all that happens is the symbol imprinting on my skin. Helios mark. Fucking perfect. I pocket the chain for now, the evidence I need to show everyone else exactly who the Savagemoon pack are. I phase past the wooden fence, coming into the grounds of the pack. Voice chatter as people light fire in torches and a bonfire sits in the centre as the pack gathers around.

A unending responsibility they will take till the day they die. Berg and George came forward and gave them their cape with Tarwood's insignia. Ingrid and Julie designed it. There are three huge branches representing Frosthold, Ingrd's hunter tribe, and the citizens of Tarwood coming together. The trunk is enormous and is etched with a cross to represent their faith, and finally, its roots, the swords Bane and Dawn crossing, representing their wielders, John and William. William initially didn't want an insignia, as he wanted to follow Eldric, who used no symbol other than God's. Still, he relented when he saw that the cross of God was the largest icon on it.

“That symbol existed long before celestial kingdoms.” The room went still. Eros’s voice lowered slightly. “Explain.” Kaelan hesitated for the first time since meeting them. That alone felt alarming. “My father used to tell stories about it,” he admitted finally. “Ancient stories. Older than wolves. Older than immortals.” Freya crossed her arms tightly. “You suddenly deciding to become useful is unsettling.” “Try appreciating my growth.” “No.” Kaelan almost smiled before growing serious again. “The symbol represents a sealed gate.”

My brows furrowed as I stared at him in confusion, why would Groban have told me one thing and then it not be as he had said? “Groban was born with that symbol, the symbol of Gaia, children of Gaia to be exact, the people of his mother,” The fact that Groban hadn’t told me that he was born with the symbol shook me slightly, something told me this symbol held such significance, but I knew so little about the children of Gaia or the thirteen tribes. But before I could give it any more thought the burning against my hand returned with blazing heat as it started to burn so badly that I cried out.

She scrolls through while reading their names. “Bitan… Furuōgi… Rokurokubi… no wait maybe it’s in the other folder.” She says and switches to the other folder to search for it. “Here it is!” she says while comparing the photo of a Tako nyūdō to the tentacle monster that they had encountered. [Author’s Note: Tako nyūdō is an octopus like yokai which is quite similar to the one they encountered… The octopus is a direct translation for Tako. I don’t know what the other thing means to be honest.]