Precure Symbols Novels & Stories

As Ashera tried to process what was happening, she was given another clue. For suddenly a strange symbol appeared on Pazuzu’s forehead. The symbol was that of a six-sided star, and it appeared right above Pazuzu’s right eyebrow. It glowed with a trace of malice and unruliness, and Ashera’s eyes sparkled when she saw it.

Lydia hissed in admiration and explained to Cassy what the five symbols that appeared meant, the first two that appeared were fire and light and the other three were metal, lightning and earth. Lydia told her that the fact that the fire and light symbol appeared first meant that it would be the flames that she could master most easily. But she also told her that it didn't mean that her other flames would be less powerful, it just meant that she would have to work a little harder to master them. Lydia looked at Glen with a frown and said, "I almost thought you were trying to hide something from me."

The pages were thick and yellowed, covered in neat rows of drawings. Symbols. I leaned closer. A crescent. Birth. A wolf beneath three stars. First shift. Two wolves facing each other. Mating. I knew those. But there were hundreds more. Trees. Rivers. Claws. Different arrangements of moons and stars. Even the symbols Mira had shown me were more complicated than I'd realized. Small marks surrounding them recorded years. Moon phases narrowed events to seasons or months. Lines connected wolves to parents, mates, children. I turned another page.

“Are you looking for your cell phone—” “Aha‼” he managed to startle me for the third or fourth time in the last thirty minutes. While I thought he was searching for his cell phone, he proudly held up a weirdly shaped object that after a close observation, I found out to be the symbol of the pack. A crescent and a blue lotus flower standing elegantly in a vertical posture with the flower bulb peeking above the top of the crescent.

Nora “Symbols are powerful tools, sweetie. They can change how people react to certain things without using any words or doing too much. You’re the daughter of the best Racer in the country, and when the time comes for you to take his place, you’re gonna have a symbol to represent you. Just like we do.” “But what will my symbol be?” I asked, my voice tiny and carrying through the living room we were in. My eyes were set expectantly on Uncle Colton and my father, but instead of an answer, they offered me a smile, while Uncle Colton ruffled my hair and ruined my bun. I remember I had worked so hard on trying to make it perfect. “You could make it a shark!” Uncle Colton’s face was beaming so br

"Could be traps. Could be exits. No way to know." I examined each marking carefully. The carvings depicted various creatures, a wolf, a serpent, an owl, a stag, and others I didn't recognize. One in particular caught my attention: a fox with its tail forming an infinity symbol. "That one," I said, pointing. "You sure?" "No. But it's the only symbol that breaks pattern, all the others face left, this one faces right." Cressa considered this, then nodded. I pressed my palm against the fox symbol.

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh! Three entwining tails split open. One could see a new tail rushing out of her body before it soared into the sky and swayed. The fourth tail had been awakened. Furthermore, this tail that contained a little purple shade looked extremely dignified. “It turned out purple,” Serene exclaimed with a crackling voice. “What does purple mean?” asked Lena. “The Nine Tails tribe’s awakened tail symbolizes a kind of awakened supernatural power. It changes colors according to different attributes and levels. Purple ranks second, indicating that the level of the awakened supernatural power is very high.”

Mira says suddenly, halfway through sharpening her spear. Sora perks up. “Like a sigil?” “Yeah,” Mira says. “Something we wear. Something that says—this is who we are.” The others start chiming in. Symbols. Names. Ideas. Someone suggests a blade dipped in moonlight. Someone else says a broken sword made whole again. I just sit there, smiling. I don’t need the perfect symbol. I already know what it means. It means we don’t bow to doubt. We don’t wait to be chosen.

he said, still holding her hand. I came to stand next to the bed, barely noticing that Axel and Malachi had moved next to Julian against the window. I looked down at the girl. She was so small, with so many bruises. She could have been a child. But my heart knew, and Curran was positive. I picked up her other hand, careful of the IV, and a jolt went through my system. It was like I’d picked up a live wire. I felt burning along my forearm, and hers began to glow in sync with mine. After a quick flash, the burning pain and the light were gone. In its place were symbols. Four triangles in a line. Two of them were balanced on their points in equilibrium, and two were sitting flat on their sides.

“Two rows of four symbols, with a larger one in the center.” “Interesting.” Liam leaned closer. “These ones look like animals. A dragon, a fish, a bird, and a snake. But what are those?” I wasn’t sure. The symbols were four triangles: one with the top point down and empty, another down with a line across the bottom, the third facing up with a line across the top, and the fourth up and empty. The one in the middle was two triangles combined into a star shape. “It’s a puzzle,” I breathed. “Maybe we have to solve it to get in.”