Onyx Symbol Novels & Stories

I made sure all the rings looked identical but that they were customized as well. Osiris’s ring was black tungsten symbolizing his black hair, and black wolf, with 6 small unheated teal sapphires embedded in the band, symbolizing the teal color of his eyes and the six of us within this mate bond. Inside it was engraved with mine and his initials and the word “Gorgeous”.

It was said they had been exiled long before even the Broker’s time, not for weakness, but for the way they used strength as sacrifice. Nova stood at my side, eyes on the scout, but her voice was calm. “I thought the Oryx were extinct.” I shook my head, crouching beside the boy’s body and brushing the blood from the mark scrawled into his palm. The symbol wasn’t ornate, but it pulsed with intention—three downward slashes and a horizontal scar crossing through them. It wasn’t a challenge. It was a claim. A debt called in.

Malisha turns to her younger sister, and asks, “How come you are not in school?” “I missed the family,” Ophelia says. Malisha pushes through the cluster of guards, and finally sees it. Carved into the stone of the outer wall. A symbol. Deep. Deliberate. Still faintly glowing. Her stomach drops looking at it. Not because she recognizes it fully. But because she recognizes the pattern. It is not random. It is structured. A circle. Split in two. Wolf fang etched across one side. A flame-like spiral across the other.

This was inside the open portion of a crescent moon. The mark on my neck was an ouroboros made of water. Inside of it were flames. Beauty said that the ouroboros symbolize rebirth. The water not extinguishing the flames showed that there was a synergy between the two parts that made the mark whole, essentially the two parts of who I was. Apparently, understanding symbolism was something that she picked up from Theo. "Told you that it'd work," Brynn told Beauty after she looked at mine too.

"Wow... did all of these incredible people actually protect Blackthorn, Orion?" Orion nodded his head solemnly, his hand resting on his silver staff. "They did, my prince. They fought fiercely for this soil. But today... I want to show you someone incredibly special whose name isn't featured on these walls." The old archivist stopped abruptly before a completely empty, weathered stone pedestal at the very back of the hall. There was no grand statue erected upon it, nor any written history. There was only an ancient, deep symbol etched cleanly into the dark stone: a majestic silver wolf howling beneath a cluster of seven distinct stars.

A voice commanded. I blinked as I realized the voice was coming from a metallic dove etched with an intricate indigenous design that reminded me of totem animals I’d read about. “A dove? Why a dove? Jonathan, do doves have a special symbolism for Bloodmoon, your family, your birth pack, or you personally?” I asked, looking over my shoulder.

The male enforcer was been a very close friend of Tasha too and Onyx had once before have a suspicious of a relationship– he hated the dick Royd for this. Normally his wolf would have move my the sight of all this people who get to spend time with Tasha but not now, now his wolf was restless, trying to tell him something and angry that Onyx had not figured it out. Onyx looked around and instinctively sniff the room, what his wolf was trying to tell him smacked him mentally– he couldn't smell her, no , he could but Tasha's scent was faint, very faint. "Where is she?" Onyx asked.

“I don’t tell them everything. There are secrets I’ve had to keep from them before. If this is truly something they don’t need to know, I won’t be the one to tell them.” I sighed deeply. Fuck. I was really about to divulge a secret that wasn’t mine to someone else. But I needed someone that could help, and I needed some direction. I wasn’t good at giving backstories and all that shit, plus if Alpha Adrian was serious about five minutes, we only had a few left.” “Onyx is a vampire and werewolf hybrid.” No sense in beating around the bush, I always say. “Wait. What? How? Oh! Her mother, Iliana. That sneaky bastard!”

Each of the medals stood for someone or something Trax/ Fallon, Sarin and I shared one, Zanny, Oliver, the twins each had one to themselves, Orion was honored one, and for the treaties, we had with the witches, treaties with the Trover's, the final one was the community displaying the waterfall in all the seasons. Orion wears his medals on his collar. He was a wolf so much of the time that if he was ever human he could wear it as a necklace or armband himself, Blair jangled like the wind chimes that were outside her childhood room of her parent's home, as she stood Orion there to help her stay up.

"How were you able to identify it at all?" Dennis seemed to remember then that she was still fairly new to the operation and he calmed himself down to explain. "You see, Miss Months, every item in Olympus's storage has been tagged with a Doomsday beacon, which as the name implies, is only activated when said item is activated in a such a manner as to be classified as a doomsday.