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He's visibly shaken and it irks me. "Speak." Not intending to sound so rude but, my tone betrays me as I frown particularly at him who acts reluctantly at first before sighing. "These are...catalogs of deceased werewolves but there's this strange red symbol on them." As Charles starts to plunge into confusion to decipher whatever he's mentioned, Hector walks up to him and peers into it. This causes the vice-president to break into a hysteria promptly and I suspect there's some important meaning behind what they represent.

“Air around me, grant me light.” She then steps inside the pentagram, right after she cast the spell and draws the marks and symbols of the ruler and 'God' himself. With the crimson hue that represents, hell itself. Then, black tentacle-like hands emerge from the points, symbols, marking, and corners of the transmutation circle. “Gate of truth.”

I am tall and lithe, my chestnut skin glowing golden from within, my eyes shining like two burning suns. And on my brow, the lattice work of golden symbols glow dully in the shadowed room. Their swirls and dots formed along my horns into the shape of a gleaming crown. Squinting, I try to make out the words… A sudden stab of red hot agony pierces the inner walls of my skull as new symbols spring to life around me, activated by my desire to understand. From every direction I am assaulted by barbs of words, arrows of phrases, and swords made of prose written and scribed on to every surface, painted in the blood of old magi, like the tattoos now burning in my flesh.

Ridiculous. But the more he tried to repress the memory of the road shrouded in gray mists, a road that he couldn’t seem to find by the light of day, the more he’d doodled that strange symbol, over and over, until he’d finally given up, put his studies aside, opened Google Image Search on his laptop and typed in “moon symbols”, a safe bet because it looked so similar to the image he’d painted on his Church of Luna. He’d found his answer quickly.

On instinct, Hunger stirred inside her shadows after sensing her momentary distressed feeling. Chuckling halfheartedly, Cent reached for a pendant that had an onyx at the center of a small pentagram. Upon seeing this, the gray-colored eyes of Apollo Sky squirmed inside her thoughts. “What does this symbol mean?” “Curse to those whom you love,” whispered the wrinkled witch beneath her tattered pointy hat. Upon hearing her words, Cent let go of the pendant as if she was burnt from it. Her heart throbbed for no particular reason, the words occupying her mind as she touched her chest to calm her frantic heart. Because of this, Cent failed to notice the brewing danger around her.

Could it be connected to the task Haverstone had mentioned in the letter? Placing the letter carefully on the desk, she returned to the globe. This time, she reached out with a sense of determination rather than hesitation. Her fingers brushed the surface lightly, and the globe began to rotate of its own accord. The symbols glowed faintly, casting an ethereal light across the room. It spun faster and faster before halting abruptly, one particular symbol facing her directly. It resembled an interlocking series of triangles encased in a circle.

The moment the liquid touched the line, it spread rapidly and encircled the entire ring like a yellow border. Then she brought out three objects belonging to the ancient Rose witches. The first was a wooden carving of a sheaf of wheat, symbolizing abundance. The second was a spiral stone, representing fertility. The third was a small glass carving in the shape of an unopened bud, symbolizing purity. She placed all of them before her and gestured to Eva and Kael. The two knelt in front of the symbols. A stone bowl was set before them. Elly took a thin, small knife from inside an old piece of leather. It looked rusty, but its sharpness was palpable. She placed the knife and the stone bowl befo

I smiled, though my body trembled slightly with unease. He smirked, his eyes darkening as he sauntered towards me. Slowly, he reached out, invading my space. My gaze drifted to his chest, where intricate tattoos sprawled across his skin, half of his left chest completely inked. There was a large python coiled menacingly, its fangs bared as if ready to strike. Surrounding it were other symbols—a bleeding dagger, an intricate skull wrapped in thorns, and a blood moon rising behind them all. The ink seemed almost alive, dark and haunting, like it held secrets too dangerous to reveal. I had seen something like this before. The imagery was disturbing, almost as if he were part of some secretive c

“You should understand why people are suddenly terrified.” Ariana slowly opened the book. Most pages contained faded drawings, old maps, and symbols connected to different wolf territories. Then she froze. Her fingers stopped on one page completely. The symbol. The same silver crescent surrounded by wolves. Her breathing slowed. Below the symbol were two words written in faded ink. House Lunareth. A sharp pain stabbed through her head immediately. A woman laughing softly. A little girl running through snow. Silver banners moving in cold wind. “Ariana.”

he said. “My uncles soldiers put this spell on me when they captured me, I was wondering if you knew anything about it to get it removed, it causes me great pain” Rex said sitting up and lifting his shirt, showing the glowing red circles surrounded by symbols on his chest. “Well just when I thought I would never see anything new, there it is” Gwayne added walking up to Rex, sitting down and squinting at the spell on Rex’s chest.” Those symbols look oddly familiar, can’t remember where I’ve seen them before though” he said pointing at the spell.