Deku Symbol Novels & Stories

"And the people who use this symbol tried to poison my unborn child today." Frederick crossed himself. "Mother of God." He grabbed Jackson’s arm—surprising Jackson—and pulled him inside the heavy gates. "We cannot speak out here," Frederick hissed. "The wind carries whispers." Inside the safety of his library, Frederick poured two glasses of strong brandy. His hands were shaking. "That is the sigil of The Ouroboros," Frederick explained, his voice low. "The World Serpent. They are older than your throne. Older than mine."

she asked. I shook my head. "No, I didn't notice any marks. I don't think they have any." "This must remain a secret between us," she said urgently. "For their birthmarks... they resemble an ancient symbol." I exchanged glances with Aunt Disa. What kind of symbol? The uneasiness in the she-wolves' expressions was undeniable. "Maybe it's just an ordinary birthmark," I said. "No, Delilah." The she-wolf's voice dropped to a whisper. "This is the symbol of the Celestial Moon Kingdom!"

After Frederick agreed, Sylvester's expression turned serious as he took out another photograph. The image displayed a peculiar symbol. "Memorize this, I've spent a long time investigating your father's case. I'm certain this symbol belongs to a powerful, secretive organization, and they're connected to your father's death." Frederick solemnly accepted the photograph. He recognized the symbol as representing a rather obscure Dawnward demon. Its use as an organizational emblem pointed toward Western origins, a realm Frederick wasn't familiar with.

“As long as you know I’m not happy about it.” “Your objections are duly noted.” He reaches into the safe and takes out an ancient wooden box bearing the same Celtic Trinity knot I have on my shoulder. “What does that mean?” “The Triquetra?” “Yes.” “Our family took it as our symbol. That’s why my mark looks like the knot.” He runs his fingers over the intricate, delicate carvings. Each Triquetra has a different decoration surrounding it. “It represents The Triple Moon Goddess,” he says with a smile.

Zekan replied. “There's an inscription of some sort, take a look”. Kyan’s voice sounded through the door. It went quiet for a moment, until Talon spoke. “Hmm, I feel as though I’ve seen this before. From what I recall, it is the symbol from a tribe of hunters”. “Well, what sort of hunters?” Kyan asked. “Hunters that dedicate their lives to killing unnatural species. So, that of our kind and witches”. “So, this could have come from a tribe in Bluebay then?” Zekan spoke, curiously.

Why did I feel scared all of a sudden? He stopped in front of the ritual master and fell to his knees. The ritual master opened the box and took out a blade: gold, shiny, with purple and black designs. He raised the blade high above his head and the moon’s light hit it, turning the black designs a stunning white and the purple turned a dazzling green. “White, a symbol of peace, green, a symbol of prosperity, but of all these, gold, the symbol of perfection, reigns supreme.” He handed the blade to Dante.

She was shy away and hid her in my chest. I placed her in a hot shower, pressing her back to me and kissed her neck. I was stunned when I opened my eyes. There was an old Italian tribal tattoo on her neck. What is it doing here? It was an arrow design with a crown holding double letter A. It was a symbol of the deity of death.

I needed the clarity and information that he possessed. "Just as I said. Don't you realize?" he asked, putting down the paper he had read, then looking at the carving on the hilt of the dagger in his hand. "The owner is a woman." "Are you sure?" "Yes. Look at this. This is the symbol of Venus, the most beautiful planet, the symbol of women, or the goddess of beauty." He explained, while still looking at several other carvings. "Then?" "In the werewolf race, planets are often used as symbols of birth. Venus and Mars, Venus and Earth, or Venus and Neptune. If my guess is correct, this dagger is not the only one."

The gust of wind breezed suddenly, shaking the blossoms above, causing more of them to rain to the ground. He raised his eyes to look ahead—at the trunk of the tree where a triangular mark had been carved. They said it was Genia, the God of Nature. No one had been certain about Genia’s form, as some people had seen him as a bird, sometimes he was a horse, sometimes a deer … but they all knew what Genia had created—life. And so they chose the triangle as the sacred symbol of their God, since all life had souls … and every soul had three pillars; body, mind, and emotion.

“It’s older than the Marchesis. Older than Sicily. It predates your bloodline. But every generation of Marchesis has had one thing in common.” He placed a photograph down beside the symbol. It was black and white. A much younger Giorgio Marchesi. Shaking hands with a man in Vatican robes. And behind them, carved into the chapel wall—the same symbol. “It’s called the Oculus Sigil,” Elian said. “The Eye Within. A symbol used by a clandestine group of guardians. They believed in safeguarding knowledge so dangerous, so damning, it had to be hidden even from kings.” “And the Marchesis were part of it?” Seraphina asked.