Fancy Symbols Novels & Stories

"I see. You can go back to your work now." Mark took out the letters he had received. They were all from the same sender, bearing the same symbol. It was clear that the person sending them was trying to imply something. Looking closely, he noticed a small image in the corner—a cross. The image symbolized justice and truth, while Mark was the villain, the one destined to be punished.

It was an overwhelming display of raw, uncompromising wealth and power. ​"The sapphire symbolized the terms of the contract," Emiliano stated, his voice a low, possessive growl as he placed the cold, heavy rubies in her hands. "The ruby symbolizes the final, successful objective. You are carrying the lifeblood of the Valenti dynasty. You will wear the color of its power. Prepare the announcement, Amara. The final phase of the fortress construction begins now."

Maybe this was reckless. But wasn't that the point? "Your majesty! Work with me!" "How brazen! With the status of a lower noble!" "It'd be better to do business with my family!" "If you're going to do business with them then do this with our commoner family too!" "Then with me!" "Enough," I said, raising a hand. The room snapped quiet. "What's with that symbol?" I asked. "Do you have the tattoo?" "The second prince's faction uses it to identify the people he works with and trusts," someone answered.

The only thing I could feel from him was pleasure and understanding. I sealed his mark a moment later and placed a kiss on the new mark. Making me smile. I watched as my mark took shape on his neck. Only to see a similar crown to mine. The only difference was that his seemed to be more intricate. Depending on the angle you looked at, different shapes could be seen. A crown, then a wolf, a fang, and lastly, a pentagram. I realized that each symbol signified each part of the magical community. Wolves, vampires, and witches.

Shade asked The shop keeper nodded “what kind of symbol you are looking for? we have a variety of them” “with a fox symbol” The shop keeper eyes widened in shock. “ I am sorry! But we are not allowed to make arrows with fox, tiger or eagle symbol. Those symbols are only manufactured inside the castle by pointed manufacturer. We have other symbols too if you wish to see” The shop keeper said. It’s a grave crime to manufacture anything with the eagle tiger or fox symbol because those are the symbols appointed to the Princes of the country.

"...My heavens. Yes it looks like a vampire fangs. I never realized it till now. This is amazing. How did you know it?" "Oh well. That symbol is so common. I know, I have seen that before. I just can't remember where or when." "Lovely. Nice to hear that. You might want to see all the manuscripts then. It took me ages to decipher that silver manuscript and yet you did in a blink of an eye, interesting,” she took a glance at the man and started, “...that symbol is something that indicates the thread of the Fated one. One of the many clues left by the deities. A loophole. And this particular symbol or shall I say a 'fang' shows all the possession of the clue that can ensue from discovering the

I shifted to my beast form, this time really aching to have her fucked up face mutilated. Seeing this change, Sofia stepped backward and shifted to a familiar stance. Varying sizes of circles then appeared on the ground around me. It contained the symbols of the faes: Lapiza, Atizola, Masupi, Elnach, Jet'sum, Wanauie, Emdalch, Ruis'et. All of these together could summon a higher form of power. I briefly admired her for attempting such a big task, but at the same time found this to be idiotic.

One day, she came in with books from the pack library. “I remembered where I saw the symbols in your marks.” She opened a book and showed Thea and the triplets. “See? This one means royalty.” She opened the other books. “The others mean goddess, mother, savior, life, leader. That’s what I’ve found so far. I don’t know what the colors mean. I assume they’re from being goddess gifted, but all the goddess gifted we’ve read about were stolen before they found their mates. I don’t know if they would have had this coloring.” “That’s interesting,” Alaric said.

There was too much at stake. I got out of bed and went back to my desk, determined to make progress on deciphering the symbols I had found. The desk was cluttered with papers, each filled with intricate drawing and notes. The symbols were part of an ancient language, one that held the key to many secrets in the back house. One symbol in particular had caught my attention. It was carved on one of the doors beside the cell that held Iris and Jasper. The symbol, when translated, meant “seal all scent.” It was a powerful and rare marking, used to cloak the presence of anyone or anything behind the door.

The sheer magnitude of the task ahead was daunting, but the collective determination of the guardians bolstered my spirits. Draken, running his fingers over an intricate set of dials at the tower's base, mused, "These must control the hands. But the symbols... they're unlike anything I've seen." Lysandra leaned in, examining the symbols closely. "They're not just symbols; they're emotions. Look, this one resembles a heart, perhaps symbolizing love. And this," she pointed to a teardrop-shaped symbol, "might represent sorrow." Alec, his brows furrowed in thought, remarked, "So, if we're to align the moments, we need to align these emotions in a sequence that resonates with the essence of time.