Onyx Symbol Novels & Stories

“You can’t find real secrets on the surface. It’s like fishing. If you want the good stuff, you go deeper.” Celeste tilted her head. “That bracelet symbol, what are you typing?” “Phoenix. With a sapphire eye. And... ornamental border design. It’s unique.” He paused, narrowing his search. “I’m cross-referencing ancient guild seals, hidden clan insignias, and...”

I explained. "He said he doesn't know when but he believes it would happen soon or maybe later, he just wants me to be alerted," I continue, giving it to him to read. "That's would be impossible right, wolves don't communicate with vampires," I said but Damon didn't seem quite surprised. "Onyx does," he replied. "How, how did he find a way to settle them and how are you aware?" I questioned him. I found out during my little investigation that Onyx supplies Mecha to them along with omegas to be sex toys for them," he explained..

said Johan. “But isn’t that black skinned boy a Morel?” Mordecai said, “A Morel is of noble blood as well.” “How did you know he’s a Morel?” Johan asked suspiciously. “We saw his signet ring,” Xander answered him. He pointed to his left chest where a pin held his cloak. It was in the image of a sun. “The Alcion family uses the sun. The Morels use a black hole with an eye in the middle.” he explained. “Our families symbolize both light and darkness, respectively, for one reflects the other.”

When she happened to turn around and see me, she screamed, “Oh my god, Yina, you scared me to death!” “What’s this?” I pointed at the oval symbol. “Oh, that.” She said casually, “It’s the mark used on all replicated giants.” As she spoke, she pulled out another sheet of paper with a similar design, except this one was a black diamond-shaped symbol. “And this is the mark used on replicated gods.” It felt as if my mind had suddenly stopped working. Instinctively, I repeated, “The mark used on replicated gods?” “Yeah. Replicated life forms must have a mark engraved on their bodies, otherwise they’d get mixed up with the real ones.”

"The Nexus Tree is more than a symbol—it is a repository of the collective experiences and aspirations of those who have traversed this realm. Each mark upon its branches tells a story, a tale of unity, transformation, and the boundless potential that extraordinary love holds." Davien's gaze traced the intricate markings on the Nexus Tree. Symbols interwoven with werewolf and vampire sigils formed a mosaic of shared histories. "These marks—they speak of the journeys of others who have walked this path. What stories do they tell? What destinies have unfolded beneath the branches of the Nexus Tree?"

And on it. Embroidered. In the chosen blue. The spiral. The Hidden Stitch symbol. Noah's design. The ammonite shape. The symbol for things more important than the system. Embroidered on white. In blue. Small. Perfect. Noah looked at it. He looked at Amara. He tilted his head. "That's the symbol," he said. "Yes," she said. "On the white," he said. "Yes," she said. "From the commission," he said.

Around the body, carved deep into the dirt… were symbols. Old symbols. Forbidden ones. My blood ran cold. “This is a warning,” Orion said, voice low. No. This was a message. And it was meant for me. “They’re getting bolder,” I muttered, crouching to study the markings. “They want us afraid.” “You aren’t afraid,” Orion said. I looked at him—and for a moment, the bond pulsed. Not with Liam’s pain this time. With anger. A deep, simmering fury that wasn’t mine.

“You recognize it?” He looks up at me, his expression unreadable. “Not exactly, but this design… it’s reminiscent of something I’ve seen before. Old symbols, often associated with ancient rituals and beliefs. The crescent moon, in particular, has long been a symbol of power and protection in many cultures.” “Do you know what it means?” I ask, my voice trembling slightly.

His body was exquisite and a real work of art. “I have the ones that extend from my neck down to my shoulder. It connects to the one along my collarbone. The one along my ribs is a Latin proverb meaning, ‘A fire is nourished by its own ashes.’ I have the ones on my forearms as well.” “What’s this one?” My fingers traced the one over his heart. It was beautiful. “It’s the crest of our pack. Two howling wolves in front of the blood moon. It symbolizes the Alpha and Luna watching over the pack,” he explained, holding my finger and tracing over it with me. It was beautiful.

I felt like I had just been punched in the gut. “Play it again,” Kara orders, and I do my fingers moving mechanically as the video restarts. The part I had zoned out references us. Our packs having too much control and power, needing to rebalance this forcefulness amongst the other alphas. To be equal to this new god. We all knew they meant Helios. If there was any doubt, there was a winged sun symbol on the sleeve the wolf wore. They also wore some kind of a medallion that was a circle with layers of crisscrossing lines, more circles, dots that must have represented the power of the sun or Helios. I felt like I had seen it before that symbol … was someone wearing it at the conclave? Surely