Ben10 Symbol Novels & Stories

I walk around, the phone high in my hand to receive at least one signal bar. “Mom?” Eren calls. “Mom?” He repeats. “Not now Eren.” I ignore him, still trying to get a signal. “Mom!” He cries out more urgently. I immediately turn to see what’s wrong with him, but I drive into a stonewall chest and meet with a pair of long lashed turquoise eyes. My breath stops and my hand tightens around my phone. Those eyes. It’s him. (δ้vδ้)

“We can’t fight here.” His jaw flexed, but he nodded. Finally, Kellen stopped in front of a tent draped in fabrics that shimmered like oil in water. Strange symbols burned faintly along the entrance, pulsing in time with the pendant against my chest. “This is it,” he said. “The one who has the answers.” I frowned. “And who exactly is the one?” Kellen’s smile was sharp. “You’ll see.” Roman muttered something under his breath that sounded a lot like a curse, but he followed Kellen inside anyway. I didn’t have a choice but to step after them.

This place felt like a different world, far removed from our home, as well as servants and luxurious staff. We continued until we reached a massive steel door, its surface marked with the symbol of the Draconis Cor. The symbol of the Cult was a dragon eating its own tail, known as the Ouroboros. The symbol glinted faintly in the low light, a stark reminder of the Cult’s reach and influence. I glanced at Luis, giving him a reassuring nod before turning to the door. I raised my hand and knocked five times, each sound echoing ominously through the empty halls.

“What did you find out?” It takes me a moment to remember why I came to see him in the first place. My eyes widen. “The Tome of Death in class. The symbol on it—” I point to the symbol on my neck. “It’s the same one I have.” He staggers back. “Wait, what? Are you sure?” “I’m pretty sure it’s this one. But considering it’s a dark tome, I’m not sure what to think. It can’t be a good thing, can it?”

Leon is a man who is the head of an organization specializing in assassination and "Boss! Calm down, I have a tattoo on my arm. This is the symbol of the BT organization and we are allies, we are not enemies, please listen to me." Finn raised his tattooed arm in front of Leon. This tattoo is the design of their organization. Only people from the same organization have tattoos like this. This is also the symbol of the BT organization. The tattoo on Finn's arm is very intricately designed, it is a dragon head. This is the identity of the organization. Leon saw the tattoo on Finn's arm, his head hurt again, and the pain suddenly came so that Leon could not do anything. He staggered for a hold.

He shifted his gaze towards Augustus, who moved about freely like nothing had happened. “Stop staring at me like I forced out a golden fart from my anus, it's something I do all the time. Trust me, this is the least of my powers.” Ben closed his mouth immediately and stood up, but fell as soon as he did, due to excessive weakness. He bent down, however, picked up a piece of metal on the floor, and studied it. It wasn't like every normal metal, it had this roughness all about it. Looking at the rough surface where it had broken, there was a brilliant purple glow in it which shone dimly for some seconds before going completely dark.

I pointed out. “Let’s hope not,” Evelina admonished. “I pick the sun as my symbol. What about you?” “Water,” I grunted. We moved together, passing through different combinations of symbols as the dials turned with every pull on the chains. Until the symbol for the sun appeared on her pillar and water appeared on the dial on my pillar.

Just above it was a familiar ancient symbol etched into the bottom corner. Something about the symbol made my wolf stir beneath my skin. My blood thrummed, and my instincts prickled. “What is this?” I murmured, tracing the edges of the strange emblem. I called my new minister of secret affairs, asking him the meaning of the symbols. “It’s a symbol of Stealth, my Queen.” “I don’t understand. Explain more.”

‎ ‎Zayden didn’t speak. ‎ ‎He just stepped closer and handed me the note. ‎ ‎My fingers shook as I opened it. ‎ ‎My breath stopped. ‎ ‎The handwriting was neat. Clean. Too calm for the message it carried. ‎ ‎“It was never meant to be you. ‎But now it is. ‎Stay close to him if you want to stay alive.” ‎ ‎Beneath the words, there was a small symbol drawn in black ink. ‎ ‎A symbol I’d never seen before.