Kakashi Hatake Symbol Novels & Stories

Aki’s late father was the greatest embodiment of their emblem animal, the Stork, wearing his immaculate-white shōzoku suit and leaping into the flames of the enemy like a giant prehistoric bird that was light and airy yet bursting with life, ultimately sacrificing himself and leaving his loved ones behind. Before Aki realized it, a tear had fallen from the waterline of her eye and blotted the ink on her parchment. Perhaps the calligraphy sensei would understand. She quietly sniffled and wiped the remnant tear away with the long wide sleeve of her white kimono whose knot on the back was as puffed out as a resting stork’s head and shoulder. It took some effort to lift her bowed head to check t

‘Let’s find out’ I whisper back, as if he would hear me. Glancing back at the towering, tall muscular man, I notice the chains around his neck and the symbol on the longest chain. That insignia seems familiar, a shield with a snake. I realise his chest tattoo also has a huge snake in it and there’s also a snake on his neck where his mate mark would sit. Were these wolves responsible for that attack? That would make sense… “How about you start fucking speaking? Who are you?” He growls as he spins the blade and points the edge at me.

Someone had sent them. The real question was who. I grabbed the closest attacker by the throat and slammed him against a boulder. "Who sent you?" I asked. He just smiled, showing bloody teeth. "The old bloodlines will rise again," he whispered before biting down on something in his mouth. Poison. He was dead within seconds. "Coward," I spat, dropping his body. My Beta, Kane, limped over to me. Blood ran down his arm from a deep cut. "They had some kind of symbol on their guns. A crescent moon with a crown."

“What’s that?” Nico shook his head. “I don’t know. It’s definitely an affiliate tattoo, and rogues usually don’t have that. But then the tattoo isn’t related to any packs we have here in Rome or anywhere I know in Italy.” “I know what it is,” Kade said, and I jumped slightly when he suddenly appeared next to me. He studied the tattoo with a frown on his face. “That’s the symbol for Silver Blood pack.” I frowned. The name sounded familiar. Where had I heard it before?

“In the beginning, the middle, and the ending. Your world along with the other five are all, but His creation. My death is the start of the doom, as the half of Him is what protects the original, she. You who are the reflection and shard equivalent souls of all of them will have to take the game of chess and be my puns.” Crouching in pain as her brain is on the brim of breaking from the information and images that did not leave a single trace out as HE intended her to know every bit and every corner of everything. The Tarot Cards line up as the images of the prominent ones are presented and HE chanted their names from the original Shinzo Dimension. “Hideaki Jin,” HE names showing the guardia

He screams in pain and says- “What the f*ck is this?! Why would you do this?!” “Keep calm it’s for the pact. Just losing a finger make you scream in pain. Weak.” “It’s a goddam finger of course I’d scream!” “Fenrir stabs his arm with the finger and the finger disappears.” Akihiko takes a look at his hand once more and sees his thumb is still there but with a circle inscribed with letters of sort. “It’s b-back? Is this the seal that denotes…” “That denotes you are the stronger one in the pact just as you requested. I can’t believe that Fenrir the Silver Beast has become a pet.”

But then, unexpectedly, she saw Gin standing before her, his presence a sudden comfort. Gin Hiroshi, Akira's childhood best friend, had been inseparable from her since their early days. Growing up together, they shared countless memories, and now, both sixteen years old, they attended different schools but maintained their strong bond. Gin's silky silver hair partially covered his eyes, and he harbored a secret affection for Akira. Despite his strong feelings, he concealed them, unwilling to risk their cherished friendship. His deep black-brown eyes shimmered like stars, complementing his slightly pointed nose and lips tinted with the color of a ripe apple. In many ways, he embodied a comple

“That would be most beneficial. What do I need to do?” “Nothing just take my hand.” Aspen lets me hold his hand and he watches me. I see a look of shock from him as I feel the warmth flow from me into Aspen. My eyes must’ve turned color again. I let go of his hand. “That was amazing I could feel your energy flowing into me.” He looks at his wrist. “What is this?” “I’m sorry I should’ve warned you. It appears when I grant gifts you also get a tattoo.” “Interesting, this is the symbol for dragon’s eye,” Aspen informs us. It’s just a triangle that has lines from each point meeting in the center of the triangle, it doesn’t look like a dragons eye. Aspen sees the look of confusion on everyone’s f

she whined, tugging on his arm. Darius? His icy blue eyes drifted to the barbie, and there was a sharpness to them. Annoyance? His gaze returned to me and briefly to the worn tan backpack I’d used sewn on patches to hide holes. His lips turn up ever so slightly. “Uchiha,” was all his deep voice said before he stepped around me and his barbie girlfriend had to struggle to keep up in her sky-high heels. Uchiha? I was confused until I looked at my bag and remembered that I had recently patched it with the Uchiha crest from the Naruto manga and anime. Does he know it?

He looks like he’s trying to breathe through his mouth and not his nose, leaving me to assume he finds the scent off-putting, too. Tasha nods. “It’s not exactly the same, but it’s similar enough that whatever they’re from are definitely the same species if not the same…things.” She says “things” in a tone that projects both disgust and bewilderment. “Alpha!” I hear Channing call as he approaches with Blake and Serafina. It takes just a moment before I realize he’s carrying a human over his shoulder in a fireman’s carry. “Who do you have there, Channing?” I ask, feeling my mouth go dry and the sensation of my stomach dropping, fearing the answer.