Deku Symbol Novels & Stories

Ceara stood and went to a shelf, bringing back a pad of paper and pen. Kaida spoke as she sketched. "The upper half resembled a cross, the old Orthodox or Celtic kind. It had the tell-tale intricate design over the top part and the two crossbars. The bottom node was more like a blade, though. Or a dagger. It was too short to be a sword. The sides were straight, had clean edges, but the point had a slight jaggedness at the tip." She turned the pad around for the others to see. Ceara paled. "That's the Venatores symbol in our grimoire."

The pentacle. The bloody star, centered on Esquibel's navel, gave his corpse a distinctly ghoulish aura. The photo Jimmy had seen was never enough, but now, witnessing the scene in person, Jimmy felt a deepening uneasiness. He did this to himself. "Mr. Jim?" Romano's dark eyes settled on him again. "Its a pentacle," Jimmy offered, his voice feeling hollow in the huge space. "One of the oldest symbols on earth. Used over four thousand years before Christ."

Slowly walking over to the front of the stalker watched as the two rivals circle each other staring into the souls. The hero from the heavens look familiar his dark curls fell over his head, a beard of a clean dress cut, acute. But pleasant metal eyes, wearing an gold and Red Army suit, he had a dagger in his hand and a shield in the other with the Utopias symbol of Unity on it. The real symbol is an all gold, base of a circle and three petals that are in the position of a triangle overlapping each other. He stood tall and mighty compared to Zaro who was pale, hunched back and no light in his soul.

Because no one knew. Sam stepped closer. Studying the image. Then something caught her attention. A symbol. Tiny. Hidden near the bottom corner. Almost invisible. “Wait.” Everyone turned. Sam pointed toward the mark. Immediately. Froz narrowed his eyes. The room moved closer. The symbol looked familiar. Painfully familiar. The Moonborn symbol. Again. Deph cursed under his breath. “That’s impossible.” The Woods Alpha quickly pulled several ancient records from his bag. Then compared them. One by one.

The first entry was circled, a single symbol followed by a cluster of words he couldn't quite decipher. "Wait," Riska said, tapping rapidly on her device. "The symbol… it’s an ancient glyph. Associated with… fermentation. And that phrase… it’s an archaic dialect. It means… 'the heart of the sun'." "The heart of the sun?" Kevin echoed weakly, leaning against a grimy wall. "What does that even mean?" Bima’s gaze swept across the service road. Stalls lined the pavement, vendors hawking their wares. He saw mountains of chilies, pyramids of garlic, baskets of fresh herbs. But none of it felt right. Not yet.

This might mean nothing to others, but those of lycanthrope blood know that the Omega symbol for the Greek God Ares implies war. “What the fuck?! Who is declaring war on the Five?” I exclaim with a hammering heart and wide eyes as I turn to Kai, but he simply crosses his arms and points to the ceiling. When I look up, I see what he means, and instead of wondering how the fuck they came into this club and killed a Volkov pup to do all this, I feel my entire body light up with fury. A skull adorned with a crown of daggers and eight spears encircling it, and next to it was a maiden skull with a crown of roses holding a sword in a skeletal hand.

“Gabriel may be the chosen one, but he cannot slay Lucifer with his bare hands. He will need this.” Together they peered down at the box. It was old with beveled edges and a strange looking symbol embossed into the leather. Lucius flipped open the clasps and lifted the lid to reveal a silver dagger with a glimmering blade. Its handle was decorated with blue gemstones and a symbol that resembled an upright pentagram with a dot in the center. Aurora reached in and traced her finger over the pattern. “I’ve seen this symbol before. What does it mean?”

The angry roar carried with it an unconcealable, vicious aura, and even more so the heart-wrenching roar of Duan Kongchen. The pair of enormous wings on his back suddenly unfolded. Ancient symbols flickered on top of it, and light surrounded it. They truly looked like a deity. Then, the huge wings protected him tightly, with endless four ancient symbols, making the wings look even more sacred.

Enchantment ink. This wasn’t some cheap note. Kaidën leaned in closer to peer over my shoulder. I could feel his warmth pressing against my back, the air growing thick between us. As I carefully opened the parchment, my breath hitched; the first symbols began to glow. It wasn’t words. It was a crest. One I hadn’t seen in ages but could never forget. My throat tightened. The emblem depicted a broken moon surrounded by three dark talons, inked in ash-black.

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...