Fancy Symbols Novels & Stories

It was my favorite thing to behold. "Thank you, Farren. I appreciate it." I said and took the parcel from her. She smiled gratefully. I couldn't contain my curiosity. Presents were my love language and I knew Farren would choose just the right things for me. My fingers dug out the paper at the top and slowly pulled out a beautiful gold necklace. On it was a strange symbol. Two lines on the side with a line bisecting it in the middle. Two curved arches at the top and bottom. I held it closer, inspecting the trinket.

Boys never make her nervous but for some reason this one; this one she knows nothing about is making her goose bumps go into overdrive. "Yeah so what you thinking about?" he asked, letting go of her wrist. "I'm thinking like a little symbol like these." She says finally breaking her long gaze with this guy and pointing at the Chinese symbols in front of her. "Yeah I got that one on my shoulder." He says pointing at one and Eve nods. "What does it mean?" "I think it means fun but they could be lying." He laughs and Eve nods. "Well I am thinking about getting one that means love or hate. I think they are kind of the same thing." she says with a dry laugh.

Except this is a faded white color, off-shoulder, and backless. “Wonderful,” Harlow says with a smirk strapped across his face. I stay still in my place, arms folded across my chest and eyes avoiding any form of eye contact. “The man that you’ll be flirting with will be wearing a black tie with this symbol on it,” Harlow shows me a picture of the symbol on his phone. It is a circle with the letter Y at the center. “He will play his part and he might be bold, but you’ll have to coordinate,” Harlow comes closer to me, “Even if you don’t like it.”

“Keep him close. Alpha, lie beside her and hold her hand.” I did as instructed. The witch pulled a dagger from her dress and sliced her palm, drawing ancient runes on the ground around us. She moved over our foreheads, marking a spiral symbol, then repeated the same symbol on our hands, feet, navel, and chest—over the heart. “What are those symbols?” Constantine asked, wiping blood from his mouth. “They are the symbols of the soul’s gates—essence, fragment, and love,” she explained calmly. “Have you done this before?” Dillian stepped closer.

“That’s beautiful… and a little eerie. What does it say?” “It says they belong to a werewolf healer,” I said, the words catching in my throat. “Ancient. Full of power. They only appear in a pack once in a long time.” Fiona’s brow furrowed. “You think your mom” “I don’t know what to think,” I interrupted, voice barely above a whisper. “But these exact symbols were on her arm.” Fiona glanced from the book to me. “Maya… that’s not just a coincidence.”

She continues. “Four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten.” Within that number and the image of the two digits that makes up the number ten, she realizes the pattern, although the mark and symbol stay the same. It tells something more, deeper and sinister like it is all should and had been. As the next image with the same symbol of the Scorpio now has its crown of gold with its luxury, pristine and fragile image with the bounty of the world’s worth, but not exactly what the ruler should look like. Another one with a scepter in between, followed by next, but now with a different crown that’s screaming its stands for its might, strong disposition and in titled than the first, and the very last

The symbol, a gift from Marina, seemed to radiate a faint, otherworldly energy, and I couldn't help but wonder if Roxy would notice it, or if she would recognize its significance now that she’d read this passage aloud. I placed the ice infinity symbol on the table, its delicate, crystalline structure glinting in the diner's lighting. As Roxy continued to read, her eyes scanning the pages with an intent expression, I found myself watching her reactions, searching for any sign that she might recognize the symbol or understand its implications.

I slowly opened it, my heart racing with anticipation and trepidation, I was awed by the intricate designs in the pages that slowly revealed themselves. The symbols etched into the discolored parchment were like nothing I had ever seen before. They were ornate and complex, with an otherworldly beauty that spoke of ancient magic and secrets beyond mortal knowledge. Each page was filled with interweaving threads of power, dancing in harmony, and pulsating with a strange energy.

"Okay, no prob, I'll see you tomorrow. Bye!." "Bye." She entered into the car as her driver starts the car and drove out of the compound. His image kept popping up in my head anytime I think of what happened. Am just so weird. I sighed and watched as everyone got into their various vehicles, they all look pretty expensive. This school is truly for rich kids, I still wonder how mom found out about this awesome school. I was still busy staring when a black Bentley drove to my direction and parked in front of me. The person inside the car got out and smiled at me, Chad.

He asked to be sure of what he heard. “ Yes, I did. This mark doesn’t look like those of a wolf, and it has a foreign symbol on it.” “ What symbol? “ He repeated. “ I have never seen such a symbol before. How is it possible a mark bears a symbol on it? “ She asked. “ Those whose marks bear symbols are mostly those who practice sorcery. She must have gotten the mark from one of the families of the underworld. Does she know about the mark? “ He asked back.