Logo Novels & Stories

Lucian He gripped my hand tightly, his gaze locked on the sign, the gold lettering catching the sunlight. His silence was profound. Below the name, the logo was being finalized, which was a cute image of a wolf with striking red eyes. It was a rather chubby wolf, more like a cute, oversized panda with an intense gaze, yet despite the burning red eyes, the overall effect ignited a feeling of endearment, not fear. It was unique and charming. The purpose was to mix Lucian and me in this logo.

There were two average sized banners hanging on each side of the wall, both dark grey in color with some kind of bird symbol in the middle, sewn neatly in silver thread. “What is that logo, bird?” Jai asked out loud. “Hm? Oh yeah. It’s a duck combined with a swan. It symbolizes freedom and peace,” the guard said, signing his signature on the three travellers’ name in the guest book. Jai looked curiously again at the logo, finding it slightly interesting. ‘So… Duck symbolizes freedom here? Is it because they freely migrate wherever they want or what?’ he jokingly wondered. “Is it alright if we spend the night here, officer?” Darr

Starlight's brats, go all out for me—bonuses doubled! On the wall behind him, the huge, stylish company logo was unmistakably clear: Starlight Media. I held my phone and slowly leaned back in my chair. The corners of my lips, which had been pressed tight just moments before, began to curve upward.

He did so. Dami didn't only see himself as a boss he saw himself as a king.His love for white color made his house inner painting white colour. He also had a picture of a flying dragon with fire in it's mouth hung on the wall in the sitting room,the same exact tattoo he had on his chest. Dami was sure he heard a female's voice underneath the loudness of the music,he was so sure cause this wasn't some movie where he'd be hallucinating or daydreaming such a thing.

There’s no stamp and at the bottom flap there’s a white square sticker. “What’s this?” I traced my finger on the three symbols etched on the sticker. Ngayon ko lang nakita ang mga ‘yon. Agad kong tiningnan ang paper bag na nag lalaman ng blanket, I checked if the logo of the brand matches the sticker in question. It’s different. "This is not right,” naibulong. I always trust my gut kaya agad kong tinawagan si Jaques. "Gen,” unang ring pa lang ay sumagot na ito.

“ Ok, I’m ready, “ I say to an empty porch. I got dressed in my usual jeans and a flannel. It was my casual and fancy wear. “ Over here, “ he calls. I walk out and look around a bit. All I see are beautiful evergreen trees and a few cherry trees, bushes, and tall green grass. We didn’t bother to cut the grass since we owned such a big plot of land. He appears beside me in my peripheral vision smoking a cigarette. I glare at him again. “ What, it’s not like I’ll die of lung cancer, “ he said pulling the cig out of his mouth. He took a big inhale of it and exhaled it out of his nostrils “There are children here. They don’t need to get a bad idea of doing that, “ Argue. “ Well, it’s not like th

“I never dreamt it would be you.” “Will you show us?” Caleb asked. The man looked long and hard at Caleb, then at me. He finally held out his huge palm, towards me. “May I see that?” he asked. I looked to Caleb. He nodded. I reached out and placed the small, silver key into his huge palm. Roger stared at it. He held it up to the light. He turned it over read the inscription on the back. He finally shook his head. “God damn,” he said. “I was sure it would be bigger.”

The third red lantern hung from a spike driven into a thick wooden post outside a tent that seemed more like a fortress. The canvas was heavy, patched, and stained, bearing a painted emblem of a flexing arm holding the world. The sign, crudely lettered, read: "ATLAS'S DOMAIN: PROVE YOUR METTLE."

The logo would look like his initials, the colour palette would mirror his suits, and the tagline would say everything I haven’t. So, instead, the space stays empty.

He goes an hour before he has to say anything. “You going to tell me what’s going on?” he asks “you’ve not stopped squirming in your seat since we got in the car” “I honestly don’t know” I shrug. “it’s Atari. She senses something in the bond, but she can’t understand what she is feeling. Or maybe Leo feels something and he can’t understand what he’s feeling. It makes no sense, does it?” “Unfortunately, never being bonded and not having had mum and dad around for so long, I am not much help on the subject” logan says, a hint of wistfulness in his voice.