Homestuck Zodiac Symbols นิยาย & เรื่องราว

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.

Something that will completely change his life. Taking a closer look at the silver pattern again, William noticed a small depression in the center of the interweaving of lines and bent down to look at it carefully. It was a drawing of a black moon, to the bottom of which was attached a small cross - a symbol of Lilith, the ancient goddess. Holding his breath, William touched the sign. The fingers, as if on a whim, pressed into the center of the symbol. There was a click, and the metal branches slowly, as if reluctantly, spread to the sides. William straightened up and looked at the view.

Mason circled it once. Examining every inch. No wires. No traps. No scent of explosives. Nothing unusual. Except for one thing. A symbol. Burned directly into the wood. A crescent moon. The exact same symbol from the ravines. The exact same symbol Frank recognized. The exact same symbol that made him afraid. The older wolf staggered backward. Harper immediately grabbed his arm. Frank barely noticed. His eyes remained fixed on the crate. "No." The word escaped him. Quiet. Broken.

And on it. Embroidered. In the chosen blue. The spiral. The Hidden Stitch symbol. Noah's design. The ammonite shape. The symbol for things more important than the system. Embroidered on white. In blue. Small. Perfect. Noah looked at it. He looked at Amara. He tilted his head. "That's the symbol," he said. "Yes," she said. "On the white," he said. "Yes," she said. "From the commission," he said.

I crouched at the first stair, studying the symbols carved along the edges. Interlocking circles. Stars. Four marks placed evenly around a central point. My wolf stirred. "Home." I frowned. "Huh?" “This isn’t a temple of the Hollow Mother.” I said quietly. “No,” Calder answered from behind me. “It was likely taken.” “But why?” “She wanted to be worshipped.” Jaxon said simply. That tracked disturbingly well. He had a point. Simple truths most of the times were the correct ones. I leaned closer. The cut in my palm had slowed but not fully closed. One sharp sting later, a fresh bead of blood welled at the edge of the wound. Before I could wipe it away a single drop fell and struck the first sta

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.

“Much better than this stamp of shame.” “How is this a stamp of shame? Are you embarrassed by your own kind?” Ariah presses. “That’s not what I mean,” Celeste snorts. “I love being a wolf. I just think this thing is ugly. Look how pretty hers is.” Nate leans forward. “Yours looks like a crescent moon with a cute pattern and—” he makes a face. “I’m not sure what those are called.” “They look like those symbols in the Book of the Divine,” Ariah says thoughtfully.

“There is no mood to lighten, Zeke. Do you even know what these symbols mean?” He looked at them again, then back at me. “No. But you’re freaking me out with your cryptic doom-god energy. What are they?” I hesitated. My throat dried. “Nothing,” I finally said. Zeke wasn't that dumb, he was going to understand what I was going through but he can't help me, so there's no point telling him. He tilted his head. “Bullshit.” “It’s fine,” I snapped. “It’s not fine,” he said, voice softer now. “You’ve got something inked into your skin that’s glowing like a cursed relic. You’re pacing like you’re about to throw up. And you look like you haven’t slept in days.”

Nocturna, studying the third, whispered, "Though I wax and wane, in the sky, I always remain." Zephyr replied, "The moon, without a doubt." Suddenly, the chamber echoed with the Warden's voice, "Choose wisely, guardians. Place the correct symbols from your journey into each slot. But remember, the answers might not be as straightforward as they appear." As the guardians discussed, Nocturna's eyes caught a glint on the floor - a crescent moon-shaped pendant, a sun-engraved coin, and a star-shaped locket. Each item resonated with faint magic.

His eyes went to the dead body on the ground. Zoey growled, but lifted her fork and knife and cut into her meat. The tenderness and enticing aroma made her tummy happy. Zoey was about to deposit the food in her mouth when Titus rose to the floor. "Barnabas," his voice was raucous as he spoke. He worked the tip of his tail to smack the scrap of flesh from Zoey's hand. The steam hovered in the air, showcasing that it was prepared not long ago. That was when Zoey saw it. Barnabas's tattoo. An eagle being crushed by a serpent was burnt in the middle of the flesh. "Everyone, stop eating. This isn't fish or chicken." Everyone froze.