Logo Novels & Stories

he says to the guard with his usual tone. "Sir! I am sorry, I can't open the gates for any of them! Order from the General sir!" he says standing at alert. Bellman stares at the guard for a few seconds, his head almost increasing in size and asks for his name. "Tony sir! Tony Woods sir!" "Hmmmm well Samuel, I guess you can run along and go tell the good general that a certain Tony woods is threatening to destroy the city by refusing to let in our source of survival."

He could see all the stars clearly, smell the grass and dirt from the plains, and hear small critters from the edge of the forest. Once dawn approached Will widened his eyes as he saw a light in the horizon. It wasn't a natural light, it flickered and moved. Will jumped into the forest trying to hide, forgetting that his eyesight was much better than a humans. He would probably see them before they saw him, even with a torch. Will peeked out from behind a tree and observed the flame, to his surprise, it wasn't a torch. It was a lantern hanging on a post. There wasn't only one, there were multiple ones, as if marking a border.

and it still would have rhymed. “As I was saying,” Viper said, clearly irritated. “That man’s name is Loro, which means parrot in Spanish. He’s called that because of his many colorful tattoos. Little did I know, just like a fucking parrot, he had a habit of repeating things that were told to him. So, tonight I removed some of his feathers, one-by-one, and I’ll continue to do so until every trace of my club is gone from his worthless body.” He shrugged. “It might take days. Loro has a lot of feathers.” “So, what’s your little tattoo removal service got to do with us?” I asked.

I was planning on waiting anyway. I had left my phone on the coffee table next to his laptop. When I began looking around, I saw that the notification light was blinking. I reached out to take it. “Had someone called?” “No. I think you had a message though.” Hiro-san replied. “I did not check.” It definitel was a message and it had surprised me enough to make me sit straight up on reading it. “It’s from Hikaru-nii.” “Hikaru?” Hiro-san stopped what he was doing and looked at my phone as I opened the message. There were just two words on the screen-

He asked, his pain obvious. "Is this how you want to keep doing things, pushing me away?" I went speechless for a while. I wished I could say No. I wished. "I felt something." I finally found my tongue. "Hatred, Regrets, and Rage." I blurted but it only kept my pain burning. His eyes moved away from mine to the floor. "Our marks can't be removed unless we reject each other. But there's another way, I can make an illusion potion that can hide your mark. That way nobody will know you belong to someone." He explained.

"It's 7 already, you should be on your way now." "Ain't you coming along?" "Vivian, you know I don't belong there." "What do you mean by you don't belong there?" "You know how I feel about people in power." "But peace, I can't go there alone." "Vee, you can't be alone. Gabriella and Laura would be there." "But..." "No, but vee, let me see you off." Just like peace said, a car was waiting for me outside. The car looks expensive but then, what do I know about cars?

All my rush to go to the bathroom halted when the mark on his shoulder caught my eyes. “That’s… my mark?” I blinked, leaning closer to touch the mark. It was a Celtic heart with two wolf heads making up the humps of the heart and a trinity knot in the center. The total mark is a swirl of dark red and black, a mixture of Theia and Jericho’s fur colors. “Hmm?” Logan cocked his head. “It’s… beautiful. Wait, do marks mirror each other?” I questioned as I hurried from the bed, eager to see if mine matched.

It’s not also her attitude to fight against someone too weak for her. “Fuck.” she cursed when she’s almost out of breath. She stopped and catch her breath. She turned to Varagons warriors. Most of them have well-built bodies. They were wearing a beige tunic and pants. They were wearing a brown jacket, an arm patch is affixed to their right arms, it has their logo. Their logo was a standing lion with a wide mouth opened and there was an arrow towards the lion’s mouth. There was another logo but it was affixed in the jacket. The logo was capital letter B, it has an ar

A snake with its head drawn back and its fangs wide open, ready to attack, was loosely coiled around a shield and the letters. The logo of the Montreal Viper. I lift my arm to touch it, and a shiver of excitement shoots up my spine. I'm surprised that the medallion is somewhat larger than my hand when I extend my fingers as wide as I can. I had anticipated it being larger. The metal feels cold to the touch, and the relief etching is smooth over the letter and shield and uneven and gnarled as I trace over the viper. I feel like I shouldn't be here for the first time in a long time. Like I'm not where I should be.

A seal of a wolf biting a scroll with a scale balanced above its head representing justice and fairness. I had always found their logo to be funny in my eyes. The whole thing representing justice and fairness among the Packs. Where were they when I was being treated unjustly by the likes of Maddox? Where were they when I was being raped, beaten, slapped, tied, chained, and spitted on every fucking day of the week?