Onyx Symbol Novels & Stories

"They’re spirit animals. You can draw a card and see what your spirit or totem animal is." "I’ll do that first, then," I said. She laid down the cards, and I picked one, not really feeling anything special. It was just the second card down the line, and two is my favorite number. Erin turned it around, revealing a wolf. "That’s funny; Orion got a wolf too when he was young. It symbolizes loyalty, wisdom, and leadership. But sometimes when people draw a wolf, it's because of a wolf's intuition to feel danger, and it could be a sign that you feel threatened or untrusting of someone."

His other shoulder is clearly marked with a symbol that I know all too well, and it makes me pale instantly, my blood running cold, as he turns enough to make it visible. It’s the ancient symbol for RA the sun god, bestowed upon all hunters as a tribute when they make their first kill of a supernatural. There’s no other reason for it and I have never seen a human with a tattoo of this design. They wouldn’t have ever seen it as it disappeared with the hunters.

Our shower included some teasing, but we knew that we would be stuck inside all day if I impaled her again. There was no training today, and Dante sent a text asking us to come to his room once we woke up. Perhaps Khalid squealed and gave up all his secrets. “Oh my! Look at the mark,” Brynn said excitedly, showing off the healed mark on her neck. It was a gorgeous blue orchid nestled inside a crescent moon. The detail was phenomenal. There were some symbols in it, but I was not certain of their meaning. “Blue Orchids are associated with power, peace, and uniqueness. Those three qualities definitely fit you,” I said, placing a loving kiss on the mark.

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?

Yuri says something that makes Rhea laugh, a genuine sound that carries across the field and hits me like a punch. When have I ever made her laugh like that? "Miles!" Roxy's voice snaps me back to our own challenge. "The symbols! What do they mean?" I turn back to our own chest, forcing myself to focus on the ancient markings. As the Alpha, I should know these, they are part of our pack's history and our legacy. But my mind is foggy with rage and something dangerously close to jealousy. "Protection," I mutter, pointing to one. "Loyalty. Strength. Family."

The symbols embroidered on the sleeves shimmered in the torchlight circles, spirals, and the mark of a Wolf: a semicircular arc with teeth pointing upward, like the creature was about to howl. She wore a necklace of delicate bones that clinked as she walked. In her hands, she carried a drum stretched with animal hide, painted with ancient symbols. I saw a tree its roots touching the dead, its branches rising to the sky. At the center, the Wolf with starry eyes. Other symbols surrounded it: the sun, the wind, the figure of a woman with open arms and a serpent coiled around her neck. “The ritual has begun,” she said. “The Guardian wishes to hear you.”

It was one of her father’s most secret communications, a symbol he had meticulously devised, taught to her in whispered lessons during their clandestine meetings in his private study, a code known only to them, and perhaps, to his most trusted, most deeply hidden, allies. The symbol depicted a stylized raven, its wings outstretched, its beak open in a silent cry. It was a representation of freedom, of flight, of the ability to move unseen through the shadows. But beneath its wings, intertwined with its very form, was a smaller, almost imperceptible, knot, a complex series of interlocking loops.

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.

Alpha Aaron says as he holds out the journal to me. I look at the journal’s cover and try to remember where I have seen it before. There are two symbols on the front. Both of them look familiar, but I can’t remember where I have seen them before. “On the necklace,” Rebel says, and I picture the pieces of the necklace in my head. She is right; both symbols were on the pieces and are probably the reason Dyala chose them. The top symbol looks like three interlaced ovals: two pointing down to the side, while the third is in the center, pointing up. A circle runs through the ovals, connecting them. I like that they chose a double line instead of a single line.

He was confused. ‘Wait…’ I looked at the rest of the wolves that all stood ready for a command and smiled, allowing my sight to travel to the slowly rising full moon. I silently thanked the moon goddess then turned my attention back to the pack members in front of me. “Everyone look at your alpha…” I pointed to his rear end obvisously and then addressed the crowd once more. “Now look to the wolves among you, each and every one of you has been given this symbol from the goddess Luna as a sign of camaraderie and rebellion. The kings warriors will NOT have this mark, so you will know who the true enemy is among you.” Chatter broke out slightly as I turned my attention to Oliver, who looked at m