Fancy Symbols Novels & Stories

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.

But that is no business of mine. "Go on." I urge. "The house is real spooky, so no one goes there anymore. Gun and axe symbols are painted almost everywhere." I freeze. My eyes snap to Damon and the look on his face tells me he's equally surprised. The gun and axe symbol is one I vowed never to go close to ever again. The symbol of La Famiglia. The Italian mafia.

Nora “Symbols are powerful tools, sweetie. They can change how people react to certain things without using any words or doing too much. You’re the daughter of the best Racer in the country, and when the time comes for you to take his place, you’re gonna have a symbol to represent you. Just like we do.”

"Or the symbol is attuning itself to the raw energy current of this plane." “No,” Sofia denied. “This feels more ancient than the mark. It feels like home. A memory I don't own.” They at last reached the shade of the central entrance. What was left was a gargantuan archway chiseled not with depictions of battles or vampire symbols, but rather with flowing patterns that seemed to twist and turn as they observed. “Look for symbols,” Sofia urged, her hand automatically going to the concealzed, crude silver dagger Somito had given her. “Anything that makes any sense. Anything to lead us.”