Poems For The Signs Novels & Stories

Each one contained a story, a pulse of memory, that no algorithm could replicate. They stepped forward into the plaza, boots crunching over shattered glass and ash. Sophia raised her hand and traced a slow circle in the air, sketching chalk symbols in homage to Eira’s marks. Amina followed, smaller, steadier lines weaving around Sophia’s arcs. The wind caught the powdery chalk, scattering it like snow over the plaza, and the silence seemed to absorb it. “This is our signal,” Sophia whispered. “People will see it. Even if they don’t understand yet, they’ll know someone is here.”

Fire and stone, pup—revel on. The glade sang—grasses swayed, hawthorns whispered, the pool’s ripples a chorus. Sam’s tattoo glowed, Kevin’s ring her strength, Mara’s cord her edge, Lila’s sketches her guide, Cora’s wisdom her heart, Tess’s fire her shield, the pups’ joy her future. The Iron Veil was dust, its blood a memory, the Dawn Pack’s fire eternal, their howl a symphony under a crescent reborn.

POV: Mia (Zero) The cloth in my hands was rough, thickened by ash and time, but the symbol burned through it with such intensity that it felt like it was still alive beneath my fingertips. The lines of the sigil were carved deep, not in ink but in something darker—dried blood, old and ancient, blackened at the edges like it had been scorched into the weave. At first, I thought it was another warning, another threat from the Hollow Fang or their gods, but Chito’s voice had carried certainty when he spoke.

I didn't know what to expect tonight but I enjoyed the scenery. While waiting to be served, he taught me a few Moon pack unique symbols because that was how their pack communicated. He trailed the tip of his finger along my palm, forming a symbol. "This is the raven sign. It's a warning that death is near to whoever receives it." The way he said it sparked fear to life inside me. Death was a sore topic for me. He proceeded to draw a heart inside my palm. "This one is simple." "Love." I whispered, staring into his eyes and hoping I was wrong.

I was about to give up, my eyes and brain both exhausted, when a single word, inked in black and underlined, caught my eye: signs. I held the book up, looking at it closer. There was a drawing alongside the title, a circle with triangles coming off it, and, beneath that, a curved line that looked as though it might signify the sea. Beneath, it read: Signs may present themselves for many reasons. One season, my heather did not flourish as it should have. Later, a dear friend of mine, Elizabeth Young, revealed to me that she had been taken ill. These signs will always become clear, in time.

Glancing briefly at the dead bodies of the attackers, the sign of two swords crossed to make an ‘X’ on their clothing stands out. This very sign, I've seen this sign in my nightmares. Who are these people and why do I seem to have nightmares regarding them?

My heart started to beat fast in my chest. How many times had she seen us at our worst? How much had we hurt her without even realizing it? Feeling overwhelmed, I turned to the next page and found a short poem scribbled in her neat handwriting. It was about stars, rivers, and memories. Reading her words, I felt a sense of peace and calm wash over me. It was as if Val was speaking to me through her poetry, reminding me of the beauty and wonder of life.

With wonder in my voice, I muttered, "This is it." Dennis gave a low whistle. "It appears to be something from a children's book." Damon took a step forward, looking at the engravings. "These signs... They resemble the ones in your diary. I opened the journal that contained my mother's writings after taking it out of my bag. Although her explanations were ambiguous, she had sketched several of the same symbols. I trembled as I read aloud, "The Power of Creation and Destruction." "The same coin on two sides."

We walked outside to see a sea of people standing. "Where did they come from?" I asked Hayden. "All around the world, through portals mainly" Hayden replied, silence fell on the crowd. After a minute's silence they started chanting The Magna Poem of the Endowed. Golden for the birth of crown Red for bringing up the dawn Niveus for the day of rebirth Blue to bring the magic down White for when one is wilted down Scarlet when the hunt is back again Silver blades rise on victory march Love will patch our tattered hearts

Third Person POV The first sign came with the rivers. Clear streams that once ran smooth through the valleys between the Hollowclaw and Broken Fang territories had turned still overnight. Not frozen. Not polluted. Just… stopped. The water hovered, perfectly flat, defying gravity. When a warrior tossed a stone in, it bounced like it had struck glass. The second sign was worse. A storm rolled through the Western Ridge. No rain. No wind. Just lightning—dozens of bolts, striking the same circle of trees over and over, leaving them untouched but scorched in spirals.