Ninjago Symbols Novels & Stories

He might die before he gets even half of the information he needs to gather. He massaged his wrist after writing. Even his left hand is hurting even though he’s right handed. He paused after seeing the crown symbol on his left wrist. The reminder of his contract with Damien, he remembers that Joaqin has a different symbol. Now he’s starting to wonder about the meaning of those symbols. He later shook his head. He already has a lot of questions that is still unanswered. His curiosity can wait.

CHAPTER 13: CELEBRATION FIGHT "What I know is the Celebration Fight that was done by the Kanji mafia gang, that they are the leaders, that's why." Hideo said and he was so serious that he could talk about the Kanji that he was talking about here in Japan. "Why do you need a tattoo? Is that a dirt on the body, what kind of tattoo is that?" Gareth asked as Hideo suddenly undressed in front of us and turned away. I see the Kanji symbol, its line is like the sun on his back.

Symbols on the wall, all drawn in blood, demonic blood, but that wasn’t the part that shocked her, it was the familiar symbols that took the form of a large circle with a dote in the middle, they were the same she saw tattooed on the faces of those of who attacked Nara long ago, one of them being her brother. Taking out her notebook, Sara quickly draw the symbols on a blank page before hiding the notebook in her vast and leaving the location, she wanted to do something about the symbols but didn’t have enough time to, even when she knew that it was probably something very important that is going to comeback and bite her later, but later for later, and she had present issues to worry about, e

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.

The air was so cold outside, and with every step we took, the pressure in my chest grew worse. As we stopped at the end of the territory, I caught sight of them. Black, slashes carved into the trees, twisting like chains. They looked just like the ones I’d remembered from before Jasmine’s baby was dead. Rage flooded me at the sight, but I swallowed it down. Caspian stood beside the closest mark, running his finger over the darkened bark. His jaw was tight. “These are old symbols. Forbidden ones. I’ve read about them.” I remained silent and stared at them, my fists tightening.

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 arrow in it and it was wrapped with flowers which is Peony. Their uniform has a black belt with a silver buckle.

They probably representing personalities from the past— some important falk's, I guess. My eyes narrowed at the weapon they are holding. To my surprise, symbols are lying in there. Who seems to be different, depending on who's holding it. But when the sun suddenly showed up, one statue lures my attention. The sun made its simple red structure into a flaming crystal. A scene that I can't keep my eyes on. I looked at her hands and saw her magnificent bow and arrow, owning a symbol that made my heart skipped for an unknown reason. It's a blazing bird, a Phoenix.

"We will find whoever's doing this and stop them." But Aliyah was shaking his head. He grabbed the paper again and drew two symbols. One that looked like a sun. One that looked like a moon. He pointed to the sun symbol, then to himself. Then he pointed to the moon symbol and made a slashing motion across his throat. The moon one was dangerous. Deadly. "How do we fight it?" Jaime asked. Aliyah just looked at him with desperate, hopeless eyes. He didn't know. They sat together in silence for a long time.

They need to be stopped before it gets to that point. “The rogues that attacked, were any of them captured or killed? Can I see a body?” I asked. “They didn’t leave any body behind, They made sure they took all of them before leaving. Which was very weird. I also noticed a symbol on them” “A symbol? Like a Pack symbol,” I was confused. Rogues don’t have pack symbols. Their symbols disappear once separated from their pack. “Yes, at first I thought my eyes were playing tricks on me but it was there. It looked to be embedded in their skin. Some were still red like a fresh wound but the healed ones looked very much real” He explained, his eyes coming up to look at me.

It wasn’t just physical; it was emotional, spiritual, primal. Hugo licked the wound gently, his touch soothing. The mark glowed faintly for a moment before settling into the shape of the pack’s symbol—a crescent moon sinking into the ocean, with waves lapping gently at its edges. The symbol embodied their union: two different beings coming together as one. It was beautiful, permanent, and undeniably hers. Sarai reached up to touch it, her fingers trembling. "It’s warm," she said softly, a mixture of awe and wonder in her voice.