Gryffindor Symbols Novels & Stories

"I tend to do stupid things... What if I… hurt you?" Bitter laughter escaped his throat. "That's impossible. I made sure of it." Then he took a deep breath and waved his hands over his chest, taking off his glamour spell and revealing a series of tattoos. I instantly recognized one of them—a triskelion. The Celtic symbol looked exactly as I remembered it from my dream, and before I knew it—just like in my vision—I reached out my hand to touch it.

A symbol carved into black stone. I knelt. My fingers brushed away moss. It wasn't a wolf crest. It wasn't Red Crescent. It wasn't Mystic Moon. Three crescent moons surrounded a crimson flame. "What is that?" Gorm crouched beside me. "I've never seen it." Neither had I. Yet... Somehow... I knew it. "I've seen this before." "When?" "In my dreams." His eyes widened. "You never mentioned symbols." "I never remembered them." The moment my fingertips touched the carving—

' I thought. We arrived in front of Niles's house. It was a large building, approximately three stories high. It was painted white and red, which were the colors of the Griffins. White symbolizes purity, while red represents their fierce, fiery anger. They had a garden surrounding their house, and from the front, you could see the orchard where Abby cultivates a variety of flowers and fruits.

Being a king, Xee was also a member of the council. Addy trailed off, "This logo circle has 6 parts and each one represents a supernatural creature. Here, see this paw with a human handprint, it's for werewolves. This union of three circles is for witches." Her finger shifted to the next one, "Can you see this arrow and bow? That's for elves. And this portal arch is for warlocks. This fangs here is for vampires and this flower bouquet is for faes." I looked at Addy in awe, "You really are pro at it, girl."

“The councilors have not told you?” Kael cursed the old men in a whisper. “You said the marks had never faded. Have you tried removing it?” “No, Sir Denvorn,” the knight replied. “The councilors have not permitted anyone to touch the marks, not until the Archmages have finished investigating all of them.” “I see,” Kael said, rubbing his chin. “What do you remember about the other symbols at the center of the marks?” Sir Iran blinked a couple of times, remembering, then he began. “One we thought was a falcon, because the symbol had wings and a long beak and talons … another had the form of a lion’s body, and it also had wings … and the rest I cannot remember.”

Henry's earlier account about the symbols of protection, Jake's eyes fell one particular symbol. The monster was already up on its feet. The symbol was of a circle in the background and a curving line in the centre, extending a little from both sides of the circle with two more lines extrapolated from either ends of the curved line-both of which curved downwards and inwards to meet up vertically through the circle. Triquetra A word was inscribed next to it. One of the protection symbols. The monster was now charging and leapt into the air after which Jake turned the book, the page with the Triquetra facing the monster.

Ding, ding, ding, we pull away to see Silvia standing on the stage. “Can the birthday girl please come to the stage.” Silvia says and I feel Octavia stiffen in my hold, she knows what’s coming. We walk up to the stage and our dads come through the side door attached to the stage, holing her cake; a Harry Potter themed three tier cake, the bottom layer is Green (Slytherin), dark chocolate devils’ cake, the middle layer is Blue (Ravenclaw), milk chocolate mud cake and the top layer is the Marauders map, with a silver wolf howling on the top, it’s a white chocolate and raspberry centre sponge cake. There is black frosted roses and other HP symbols positioned around it.

Kiran turned to look at Malachi and he nodded his head as well. “Kiran Sinclair, step forth and claim the first incision,” Malachi said, and I looked at the knife in Kiran’s hand. Aegishjalmur, Valknut, Triskelion, Yggdrasil, Gungnir, and Mjolnir were etched on the handle, the symbols of our ancestors and our history.

The dark copper of his hair had been intricately braided along the crown of his head before gathering at the back, somehow making him look even more aristocratic than usual. Fenric looked entirely different from Rhydan, yet somehow just as striking. His dark coat was impeccably tailored, though not even expensive fabric could fully tame him. The faint scar crossing his eye only suited him more, sharpening the ruggedness that clung to him no matter what he wore. All three of them wore coats embroidered with the same silver stitching curling across collars and cuffs. A symbol of the Triarchy, perhaps. As Brammon and I approached, Rhydan’s gaze traveled from the jeweled pin in my hair all the w

The glass table also needed to go, for some reason he wondered why he had gone for the cutting edge stone cold modern architectural design that looked like something out of a futuristic sci fi movie. "A couple of wolves are claiming to be part of our pack. They said they were displaced by Sabine's wolves and they lost everything they had. They are pleading for refuge." Gabriel raised his eyebrow. "How do we know they're ours?" Draco stretched his hand and showed the symbol on his forearm, the same one every wolf in his pack had, three red talons on the forearm, a symbol of the Moon fang pack. "They have our symbol. But we cannot be too sure, we have no records of them."