Kakashi Hatake Symbol Novels & Stories

I finally got to the front line and when I raised my head to look at the so-called Alpha Kilhan, I could say nothing but… “Damn!” ‘He is the youngest and hottest Alpha I have ever seen in my entire life!’ With my eyes widened in uttermost shock, I scanned his appearance from head to toe. He had a blonde low-cut on, and his eyes were fierce yet captivating at the same time. His nose ran straight down from the middle of his eyes to the top of his super attractive infranasal depression. His lips were plump and pink, and from under his left ear, down to his exposed chest was a large tattoo. I had no idea what was drawn but on my… it was so hot.

"He is obviously a sniper on my side. How could he plot against me?" "Thump, thump, thump!" Then, more than a dozen figures in black walked out from all sides of the battlefield. These black-robed figures all held weapons in their hands. They all wore black cloaks, and a dragon head symbol was carved on the chest of their black-robed figures. If anyone saw this, they would definitely exclaim. This was the special symbol of the world's most mysterious organization, the peerless Dragon Gate. Yes, these people all came from the peerless Dragon Gate.

“What is this? Where am I?” There were no signs of another life aside from me. The leaves danced gleefully with the wind and the branches of trees swayed simultaneously. “You’re in your dream state.” I almost jumped in shock when someone spoke behind my back. My eyes darted at him from head to foot. His vibrant aura shined luminously like diamonds. The strands of his ash-gray colored hair resembled Kakashi’s. Kakashi was my favorite anime character. He looked like he just came out of Webtoon.

“Move.” “Wait,” I said, staring at a photo of an older wolf with the mark peeking above his collar. Beside him stood a younger man I recognized instantly: Gage. Same eyes. Same rigid posture. The collar hid most of his throat, but I could see the edge of a mark at his jaw. My pulse jumped. “That symbol is everywhere.” “It’s pack ink,” Mason said, pulling me forward. “It’s not just ink,” I muttered. “It’s a label.”

The warrior held up a small black dagger. Its blade gleamed under the torchlight. Carved into the metal was a symbol. A crescent moon. Aria’s breath caught. Rowan took the dagger slowly. “What does it mean?” Aria stared at the symbol. Her voice barely above a whisper. “It means Kael isn’t finished.” Rowan frowned. “That symbol…” “It’s a challenge.” The warrior looked confused. “A challenge?” Aria nodded slowly. “Yes.” Her silver eyes lifted toward the dark forest beyond Moonridge territory.

“We’ve confirmed it wasn’t a simple rogue attack, Your Majesty. The dead attackers carried no pack marks, no identifying tattoos. Their scents were scrubbed clean.” My stomach twisted. I pushed myself up a little, ignoring the burn. “While the healers were treating me… I remembered something. One of the wolves shifted back before he died. I saw a carving on his neck. A southern mountain flower with a broken stem. It’s not a standard pack symbol. It’s something children in my old village carved as a warning… or to mark a traitor.” The room went still. Draken’s eyes narrowed. Kael exchanged a look with him but said nothing before excusing himself.

The wind swept up his smoky white hair from his forehead and I saw the purple triskelion guardian symbol glowed. Yep, he had leveled up. Oddly, he glanced at me with disappointment. “You are wrong, Kókkino. I do not have you as yet.” He lowered his hands and glanced at the mate mark on my neck. Gold outlined the mark of a red wolf sitting inside a full Sturgeon moon, biting a sword, with a Celtic Dara knot on its forehead and a Claddagh ring crowning her head. Naturally, her side bore Valen's initials, VVW.

But he soon noticed his brother's face turning gray. "Bruddah, what happened? It's not white, then why panic?" "It is not white nor should be seen in Amai. If it's him, then we really need to panic." The sub general told Abhik. "Huh??" "Red rose is the symbol of Jiva, crown prince of Hiranga," Charan said. "Lord, other than himself who dares to use this. He is here. " Charan reported his concern. "If he is here then the hawks have entered Amai. But why?? They never get in between serpents." Yuvan was frustrated with them.

Her face concealed behind a white yashmak with a little trinket around her neck and the letter ‘J’ emblem on her right shoulder as she folded her arms under her copious chest. “It’s a pleasure to see not just two great Humanes but four of them; one of each is enough to fully annihilate a thousands ordinary beast beings. All at once. I’m honored.“ Hailed a bald dark skinned male with the letter ‘H’ tattooed on his lower chin looking more like a traditional lower Ichin tattoo. Dressed in a long, flowing white robe with long sleeves decorated with golden embroidery around his neck-line down to his chest and both the tips of his sleeves while holding a cap closer to his chest area.

The walls were forest green and on his table were various books, a steaming cup of coffee and pens inside a white mug that had been scribbled over by a child with a blue marker. The setting of the room was calm and peaceful although my heart was anything but those things. My lower lip was probably swollen from all the biting it had to endure on my way here and I failed to fight the habit, especially in this situation. I was given a cup of coffee as well, but the tight knots in my stomach prevented me from tasting it. I looked up from my cup to the man seated in front of me. This was my first time seeing Higan's father and he had a strong intimidating aura that could pin people down with one