Ben10 Symbol Novels & Stories

“That would be most beneficial. What do I need to do?” “Nothing just take my hand.” Aspen lets me hold his hand and he watches me. I see a look of shock from him as I feel the warmth flow from me into Aspen. My eyes must’ve turned color again. I let go of his hand. “That was amazing I could feel your energy flowing into me.” He looks at his wrist. “What is this?” “I’m sorry I should’ve warned you. It appears when I grant gifts you also get a tattoo.” “Interesting, this is the symbol for dragon’s eye,” Aspen informs us. It’s just a triangle that has lines from each point meeting in the center of the triangle, it doesn’t look like a dragons eye. Aspen sees the look of confusion on everyone’s f

Benedetto. Ginevra. The poison bombs. The attacks. The lies. Everything felt connected. I just could not see how. Then I reached the final page. My breathing stopped. There was a drawing. A symbol. A perfect circle. Inside it burned a flame. Around the flame, two crimson serpents coiled around each other, their bodies intertwined. Their heads met at the top. Golden hexagonal eyes stared outward. Strange writing surrounded the symbol. A language I did not recognize.

"I don't know. But I've heard from Regan that Alexa said that they found the Gonemanus family symbol that Mr. Benneit So even without Benneit, Gonemanus' power would fall to him. That symbol can open a secret door that holds all of Gonemanus' wealth. There is also evidence of Fergus' rottenness, Mr. Benneit." "The Gonemanus family symbol? Where is it? Is there no sign of him?" asked Angela, and Ansel shook his head. "I've been researching that symbol, and Fergus is also looking for its whereabouts. But there was no sign of its existence. I don't know where Mr. Benneit hid it," Ansel exclaimed. "What's the symbol like?" she asked. Ansel looked at Angela. "The symbol is a key with a red ruby j

I dragged myself up and went to see what was going on reluctantly. “Come with me.” She said in an excited voice and led us to the back of the tree where a huge symbol was engraved. A four-petalled flower. Each of the red petals contained a symbol; a dragon, a werewolf, two witches. The only difference between this symbol and the symbol of code red was the Heart of magic in the center. Her eyes lit up as she said, “Isn’t this symbol self-explanatory.” Zarina, Aslan, and Caleb looked at her dumbfounded. To be honest even I didn’t know what we were supposed to do with this symbol.

Bella's PoV "What do you mean?" I asked Fort, my voice tight with confusion. Fort stepped forward, flipping the pages of the ancient black book. His finger stopped on a worn, yellowed page etched with strange symbols. "Look at these," he said, pointing. "This symbol represents the Lycan bloodline," he explained, tapping a claw-like crest. "And this one—the half moon with a star—is tied to an ancient witch bloodline. The oldest I've ever heard of... the Goldenthorns."

He pressed his palm against the glowing symbols on her skin. June expected Benson to scream. She expected him to burn. Instead she felt a steady wave of calm. Benson did not have a virus. He did not have a silver ring. He had a heart that had loved her since they were teenagers. That simple human energy worked like a filter. It turned the red symbols into a soft pink glow. "I have got you " Benson whispered. His face turned pale as the symbols began to drain his strength. "Take it. Take everything." June felt a spark of return to her eyes. She did not grow vines. She reached out with her mind. Touched the police officers forehead.

He stood tense, his dark eyes burned with something close to fury, his jaw clenched so tightly I swore I heard his teeth grind. “He’s made a pact,” Khalid said, his voice tight, barely contained. “His tattoos are enchanted. They make him immune to telepathic interrogation. And while he feels the pain, he’s holding out. Whoever gave him those sigils knew exactly what they were doing.” My gaze scanned Benton’s body, lingering on the dark, intricate tattoos that stretched across his arms and chest. Runes were woven into his flesh like armor, glowing faintly under the dim light. A witch? A demon? The fucker had sold himself for an advantage.

“Are you looking for your cell phone—” “Aha‼” he managed to startle me for the third or fourth time in the last thirty minutes. While I thought he was searching for his cell phone, he proudly held up a weirdly shaped object that after a close observation, I found out to be the symbol of the pack. A crescent and a blue lotus flower standing elegantly in a vertical posture with the flower bulb peeking above the top of the crescent.

"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.

said Johan. “But isn’t that black skinned boy a Morel?” Mordecai said, “A Morel is of noble blood as well.” “How did you know he’s a Morel?” Johan asked suspiciously. “We saw his signet ring,” Xander answered him. He pointed to his left chest where a pin held his cloak. It was in the image of a sun. “The Alcion family uses the sun. The Morels use a black hole with an eye in the middle.” he explained. “Our families symbolize both light and darkness, respectively, for one reflects the other.”