Marble Hornets Symbol Novels & Stories

"Mine is a door." She told me in pieces, like she was scared the words might make it real. Stone. Ancient. Taller than anything a human or wolf could build. Three symbols carved deep into the face Hart, Farrow, Draveth. She knew them from Corvin's research. Even worn smooth by time, they were still clear. Still heavy with meaning, even in a dream. Beneath them, a fourth symbol.

There was a strange symbol etched onto the creature's heart, right next to the wound that Edna had made. Marcus pointed this out to Jackson, who looked surprised. He didn't know what the symbol meant, but he promised to look into it. He also promised to keep Marcus updated on any new developments. As Marcus left the police station and made his way back to the pack headquarters, he couldn't help but feel hopeful. Maybe this symbol was the key to defeating the creatures. Maybe they finally had a chance. When he arrived back at the headquarters, he quickly gathered the pack members together and showed them the symbol. They all looked at it in confusion, but Marcus explained that it was somethin

They had families, owned many multi-billion dollar businesses, and accumulated an exorbitant amount of wealth and influence. "We found something." Shea interrupted his thoughts when she entered the living room. He listened to what she told Daniel and the others. Martha, Nico's mate, was standing beside her. "We found a symbol in one of the old books," Shea started. With a finger, she pointed to a symbol he couldn't see where he was. "It means cantamanium hepta heram," Martha supplied. Marx froze. "Say that again." Martha jumped. Like the others, she hadn't noticed he was there, looking over them from the platform. She repeated the name.

What was left to the once massive and ferocious beast just a while ago, was nothing but a pile of bones. From the current looks of it, it seems that the sting of the violet hornets contains a lethal poison that will corrode one's body upon being stung by them! Thankfully, the violet hornets have no plan of pursuing the matter and they fly away as soon as they were done dealing with the beast that they allegedly suspected to be the culprit behind the destruction of their nest Poor three-tailed wolfhound, taking the blame of others crime. "What are the school planning to do??! Are they sick?? Are they trying to get us killed??? Why did they allow something like that on this survival quest??!!!

sinking and twisting like a rotating lock. Adrian grabbed Rhea before she lost her balance, pulling her to the edge of the platform. “A little warning would’ve been nice!” he shouted over the grinding stone. “I wasn’t the one who activated it!” Rhea protested. Mara stepped forward, studying the rings as they shifted into new shapes. “It’s not an attack,” she said. “It’s a question.” “A what?” Adrian blinked. “This chamber was built to differentiate intention from greed,” Mara explained. “If we want to pass, we need to answer it.” “And how exactly do we answer a floor question?” Adrian muttered. The grinding slowed. The rings locked into place, forming a single symbol at the center—an eye su

"You can come closer. They won't bite." I approached slowly, respecting the solemnity of the space. The headstones were simple but beautifully carved, with the Howlthorne pack symbol—a wolf howling at a crescent moon—etched into the marble. *Dominic Howlthorne, Beloved Alpha, Husband, and Father* *May your spirit run free under eternal moons* The second stone was slightly smaller: *Elisabeth Howlthorne, Cherished Wife and Mother* *Your light guides us through darkness*

He asked, gesturing to the notes in my hand. “There are a few, but I am not sure if they are what you are thinking of.” I opened the notebook and placed it on the desk so he could see. “So I thought maybe we could theme it around the mythological creature the Phoenix. They symbolize rebirth and new beginnings. When the Phoenix dies it catches fire and then is reborn from its own ashes. I think that perfectly symbolizes the changes the pack has gone through. Well either that or the butterfly.” I laughed. He thought for a minute, his eyebrows furrowing while deep in thought. I started to get worried that he may have hated the idea, or worse he had no sense of humor now and took my butterfly co

"Could be traps. Could be exits. No way to know." I examined each marking carefully. The carvings depicted various creatures, a wolf, a serpent, an owl, a stag, and others I didn't recognize. One in particular caught my attention: a fox with its tail forming an infinity symbol. "That one," I said, pointing. "You sure?" "No. But it's the only symbol that breaks pattern, all the others face left, this one faces right." Cressa considered this, then nodded. I pressed my palm against the fox symbol.

“You see this mark over here? This is what I want you to heal. Can you do that?” *** Brianna studied the mark delicately, her hand tracing its complex design. “The torn rose,” she murmured, her voice barely a whisper as she stares at designs that hold both beautiful and dangerous sight. Torn rose, or should she say a beautiful death was a symbol that always appears on the rogue or Omega when they are dying or dead. Growing up poor, Brianna always saw this mark whenever she encountered a dying rogue on the street.

Al: “See you kids at the Ohio Club tomorrow. Bring your dancing shoes. War’s a hell of a party.” We limp home as the sky starts to lighten. Ten pieces down. Thousands of symbols to go. Thirty-three monsters wearing stolen faces coming at sunset. I look at my crew (my family) and feel the first Vinča symbol finally burn itself into my left palm. It looks like a crooked river delta crossed with a wolf’s head. It dissolved again from my healing. The sign for endurance. Perfect. Tomorrow night the Hollow Choir learns what happens when you try to take faces from a valley that’s already claimed by a storm queen and her ghosts.