Naruto Symbol Novels & Stories

I didn’t understand, why hadn’t he just killed me, what game was he playing? After a few moments he eventually picked up a red hot looking iron symbol as he started walking back over to me, I clenched my jaw as I tensed my body at his closeness, I didn’t know what he planned on doing with it but my eyes were fixed on it as my breathing picked up. Kneeling down in front of me he narrowed his eyes once more as he held up the palm of his free hand, looking at it I noticed a symbol scarred into his hand, it must have been burnt into him. He held up the iron symbol and I realized it was the same symbol, “Give me your hand,” He said sternly. Gulping I frowned as I instinctively pulled my hand agai

THUNK! "You missed me~" She teased. "Shut up…!" CLANK— CLANK— THUNK— THUNK— THUNK—… …The symbols are almost completed. "Hah— Hah— Hah— Hah—" It's getting harder to breathe. The damage on the lungs is spreading… "Nice try~" Suddenly, Night Fury tapped my shoulder from behind. "Kuh…!" I immediately swing my blade at her. CLANK! Nice— that was the last outer symbol…! Now… the circles…!

I asked, my mind racing through old symbols, signs of authority. She looked around, her gaze sharp. It landed on a young sapling near the gorge entrance, its bark still smooth. "There." She pointed. "Carve the Crown. Just the Crown of Azura. Simple. Clean. They’ll know it’s you. The others… they wouldn’t dare use it, and they wouldn’t be this subtle." The Crown of Azura. The symbol of one of the Five Kingdoms, the Japanese syndicate I’d absorbed. A symbol of ultimate authority within that sphere. Using it here, now… it was a declaration. A reminder of who they were potentially fucking with.

He pulled out a small, rusted pendant wrapped in cloth and placed it on the table. “We found this near the body.” Ishaan stared at it. It was old—older than it had any right to be. The metal was tarnished, the design faded, but he recognized the shape. A serpent biting its own tail. His throat tightened. It was an ancient Naga symbol. One that shouldn’t be in the human world. Aarav and Dev looked at him for answers, but Ishaan barely heard them. His thoughts were racing. This symbol… the unnatural scent… the night he entered the human world…

Tobias slumps back in his chair. “Me either.” Lucas agrees. Rubbing his hand down his face in frustration and fatigue. The symbol doesn’t look like it belongs to any pack. But it’s clearly some type of signature, or insignia of a group. It looked like the letter ‘u’, with a straight line going across the middle. I run my fingers through my hair, scratching my head in confusion and anger. I just kept repeating the one line left on the note. “Don’t trust a Stone farther than you can throw it.”

"We have a small non-profit. Ainutep. Our logo is the pink petunia." Nia sobbed softly next to me. I grabbed her hand in mine as I felt her nails finally break the skin on my thigh. "Look here, Nia," Nik said softly. Nia turned to the screens. The bright pink flower was encased in a set of abstract hands. The words Ainutep written in a girly font across the front. Nik clicked on a page. Cleared her throat. "Petunias symbolize anger and resentment. But they also symbolize not losing hope."

' Dell, if you don't shut th- "I saw a symbol on the truck, and it reminded me of something I saw on the ring of somebody. But the image isn't clear on who, or what their gender might be. That's disappointing. And relieving. For a second there, I thought she remembered something about me. I'd like to avoid another confrontation with bitchy Anastasia. Her fingers, thin and flawless, rub up and down her thigh. She nervous. "Can you describe the symbol?" "Yes, it was an octopus with a dagger stabbed into the top of its head, and pushing out of its mouth." 'Cult!' What are you talking about? 'It sounds like a cult, what else am I supposed to say?'

And I am so tired of being alone. "I am looking for information about a symbol," I say slowly. "A crescent moon wrapped around a broken crown." Ronan's expression does not change. But something flickers in his eyes. Recognition. "Why are you looking for that symbol?" he asks. "I saw it somewhere. I wanted to know what it meant." "That is not an answer." "It is all I have." Ronan studies me for a long moment. Then he nods. "Fair enough." He stands up and walks to the far shelves. "I have seen that symbol before. In old texts. Very old texts. There is not much written about it, but I know a book that might help."

Ronan said finally, leading us to the main gate. Someone had carved a symbol deep into the wood. A crescent moon with a blade driven through it, the cuts deliberate and precise. "Do you recognize it?" Ronan asked. Damon studied it carefully. "No. Marcus?" Beta Marcus shook his head. "Never seen it before." But I stared at the symbol, unable to look away. Something about it pulled at my mind, tugging at memories I couldn't quite reach. It felt familiar in a way I couldn't explain, like seeing a face you know you should recognize but can't place.

She can’t sing. Didn’t you see her marking on her wolf? She’s all black with blue-tinted fur with a white symbol on her chest! Okay, well what does that symbol mean? It means that she’s the incarnation of the Goddess of Water. The upside-down triangle on her chest is an ancient symbol of water. What. The. Fuck?