Gryffindor Symbols Novels & Stories

Saraya said and came down the front stairs to stand by my side. Adalwulf, Gloringreag Horncoat and the pale guy, opened a rolled-up fabric and unveiled a hand-woven symbol of a head of Lycan done with black thread. The fur was white but the rest of it was black, and embedded in it was a distinctive shape of a dwarf, a witch with a pointy hat and bats.

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.

There was also a shield, with a magnificent and ferocious griffin embossed on the face of the shield. The only other things in the trunk were the full chainmail armour, an elaborate waist belt, a leather pouch, a set of tubular bells and cloak with the coat of arms of the Zumerongs which was a magnificent and ferocious griffin, standing tall and proud, embroidered with threads of gold, silver and copper; the image was so life like and imposing that just a glance at the magnificent image commanded respect.

Señor Migs yelled, now you can see the Flags with different symbols on them. "SO THAT'S THE FLAG OF EACH CLASS, THE ONE WITH A SKULL HOLDING A STAFF IS FOR THE HOLDERS, THE ONE IN THE NINJA ATTIRE IS FOR THE BRAVOUS, THE FIST IS FOR THE MIGHTIES, THE ONE WITH TWO SNAKES WRAPPED THE STAFF IS FOR THE BEARERS/SUPPORT, THE SHIELD IS FOR THE AEGISTERS, AND THE ARROW WITH THE GUN IS FOR THE BERSAGLIERI, SO ALL YOU HAVE TO DO IS HANDLE IT!" Señor Migs explained and brought out a creature with a mixture of purple and blue colors...

He glanced over at Drake quickly, in a you might have missed it if you weren’t looking kind of way, but I caught it. “So, where is this seal, exactly?” I asked, “And is it an actual seal in the ground? Or are we just being symbolic here?” Aaron smiled and pulled out another book. This one had a picture, like one of those wood carving types. In the picture was a square with symbols on it. I recognised the shifter symbol for the divine order and the one that I had seen for the witch out in the hallway. There were two others there, too. One had a compass like cross on it, while the other looked like an intricate Celtic design. All four had the two smaller circles on them. I fingered the necklac

Arya told her, holding some feathers and placing them in places that seemed random, but for her, it had meaning. "Yes, no problem. I'll search for her." Flora said, looking inquisitive as to what the sorceress was doing, seeing that the woman didn't say anything more she left the room. Arya didn't mention anything more, she was placing elements of air, water, earth, and fire, candles were placed to represent the fire, bowls with water were opposite to the candles, to represent the water as in an opposing element to the fire. Feathers we're representative of the air and opposing to it, we're bits of a handful of earth with a white rose on it, it symbolizes both the element of earth and the wi

He traced the deep grooves of the symbol on the porcelain mask with his fingertips, his palms humming with a faint, localized pulse of ancient magic that made the hairs on my arms stand up. I sat tightly sandwiched between Cauis and Lucien, my anxiety acting like a physical weight in the tiny room. Cauis had a heavy hand braced on the back of my chair, a silent, grounding anchor, while Lucien watched Gideon’s face for any flicker of recognition. We didn't have to wait long after he questioned me and I told him all about the symbol but I made sure not to tell him more than he needed to know. Gideon let out a long, ragged sigh, shaking his grey head. "It is a crest of total annihilation, boy.

"Alright... what am I supposed to get?" Conor’s grin stretched wide. "That's my girl." He flipped open the old, worn-out book in front of us, turning the pages until he stopped at a symbol etched in thick, black ink. It was a large, dark ring with two triangles meeting at the top in a straight line. Inside the circle, two more triangles—sharp, like a wolf's canines—flanked either side of the line. The image stirred something in me. It felt oddly familiar.

My wolf snarled softly in my head, hackles raised. I scraped away at the damp soil with my gloved fingers, heart thudding harder the deeper I went. Until my nails scraped against stone. Symbols. Faintly etched into a flat slab hidden beneath the roses. Dried blood crusted the lines, black-brown and flaking under my touch. My pulse roared in my ears as I traced the markings. Half-moon scythes. Twisted spiral serpents. The crown of thorns with the split sigil in its centre.

my wolf suggested. “Good idea, Knight!” “I know; I am the brain, the claws and the muscles between the two of us,” he said, pointing his snout up in a … attitude, in my mind. “But you definitely aren't the funniest one,” I snickered back. “Keep telling yourself that!” Witch buildings aren’t very hard to find when you are familiar with their symbols. They have some specific signs on the top of their doors, normally druid symbols or some of their sacred creatures such as ravens, and phoenixes.