Chamomile Symbol Mga Nobela at Kwento

It reminded me of something I couldn’t quite place—like it was meant to be remembered, not discovered. Then I did something I hadn’t tried before. I Googled “symbols that attract entities.” I didn’t expect much. But a few images came close—ancient runes, sigils for summoning, protective marks. All of them had some variation of a split circle. Some cultures believed they kept evil out. Others claimed they invited something in. I wasn’t sure which we had done. ⸻ The next morning, I skipped the hallway. I didn’t want to see Lana again. Not because I was scared—but because I didn’t know what I was looking at. Was she a warning? A test? A distraction?

Our shower included some teasing, but we knew that we would be stuck inside all day if I impaled her again. There was no training today, and Dante sent a text asking us to come to his room once we woke up. Perhaps Khalid squealed and gave up all his secrets. “Oh my! Look at the mark,” Brynn said excitedly, showing off the healed mark on her neck. It was a gorgeous blue orchid nestled inside a crescent moon. The detail was phenomenal. There were some symbols in it, but I was not certain of their meaning. “Blue Orchids are associated with power, peace, and uniqueness. Those three qualities definitely fit you,” I said, placing a loving kiss on the mark.

He touched it, and it came to life… “This is the symbol of the Rainforest Rose… the flower that means sexual love…” He said huskily while kissing the symbol, which looked close enough to a rose. “This one, over here…” He caressed the pattern he drew across my breasts. The pattern looked like cherry blossoms. “It is the singing blossoms, the symbols of joy…” He kissed the lines of the pattern, making me gasp. “Then over here, we have the MoonPetal flower…” He tried a small symbol over my heart, bringing it to life. “You already know what it means,” he sighed, tenderly kissing it.

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.

“Kneel before your Goddess Diana and accept her symbol of your birth.” I turn to face east before dropping to one knee inside the circle. Now that I’m closer to it I can tell that the symbol is one I’ve seen before; the astrological symbol for Libra ♎️. It’s as I study the symbol painted on the stage that Amelia returns with a bowl. “It is with clary sage that I open your mind and heart to your future endeavors.” She dips her thumb into the bowl before painting the same symbol on the ground in the middle of my forehead. She leaves before returning with a small cup of tea.

This was a question that I should have asked long before now, but it had honestly not even crossed my mind until one of our warriors commented about his new mate’s heat. She flipped the visor mirror down, looking at the mark on her neck, and smiling. The mark fit her perfectly. It was a lotus flower backed by a full moon. A lotus symbolized rebirth and strength. The full moon symbolized completion. Those two symbols combined to showcase who my mate was. She was a fucking phoenix that rose from the ashes to complete this new and stronger Ziyah.

She sat up and messes her hair, then lay down again and sat up, repeatedly. "He just called me mimosa. He gives me endearment," she whispered. Maia rolled over again but stopped when she almost fall on her bed. Then, she positioned herself properly in the middle, facing the ceiling. She was still wondering why does the big bad wolf call her that. Mimosa is a yellow flower that is a very powdery, dry, and even dusty scent. It is also straw-like and honeyed. It symbolizes softness, shyness, and good sensibility.

Xavier cursed. "Just like us, they shared the same symbol to their family. Their emblem is a certain wildflower, Achillea millefolium, or Yarrow. The tattoos are printed against the skin on their nape. It's too small to be even noticed," Zeus explained. Xavier's brows furrowed as he looked closely into the picture. "A month ago in L.A when I was on my honeymoon, I received this strange message," he admitted. "What did it say?"

I also saw that he pick up some white Chrysanthemums and suddenly thought to suggest. "As far as I can remember my grandma said that white chrysanthemums symbolize loyalty and honesty, am I right?" I said while picking a white flower and smelling it. He did not say a word and continued to take flowers. It's pretty embarrassing that I even spoke. I wasn't answered, I better just talk to the flowers maybe they'll respond.

“Finally, the element of water to teach wisdom, flexibility, and softness. To aid your child in learning that sometimes kindness and bending to others is a show of strength more devastating than the strongest person in the world.” Next, I step forward with my symbols. First is the tightly closed bud of a rose, a representation of possibility. Then a peace lily to represent physical and mental health. Finally, a safety pin. It represents safety from harm, but also the ability to advocate for your needs to be meant. I don’t want my child to be a push over. Hecate explains each of these objects to those that are gathered in the clearing and what they represent. The last thing to be added