Predacons Symbol Novels & Stories

Maxwell tightened his arms around her and sighed. "You know what, I wasn't ever going to tell you this but you remember you had asked me whether those gifts I got for you on your birthday and these studs were custom-made and I denied it. Well, the truth is, they were really custom-made just for you as the icon in each of them reminds me of you. It's like your symbol. See that beacon icon on the pendant and bracelet? It signifies hope, just like you. Just like you bring hope into our gloomy lives. Then on the studs is an inscription of a dove which symbolizes peace, purity, fidelity, love, gentleness, spirituality, grace, luck, new beginnings and so on. All in all, it symbolizes you. Because

she warned before applying blue and silver designs to my face. She wasn't kidding. The paint was freezing against my skin. “Each symbol means something,” Elder Patricia explained as she worked. “The crescent moon on your forehead—wisdom. The wolf tracks on your cheeks—strength. The circles on your collarbone—the bond between Luna and Alpha.” I watched in the mirror as my face transformed into something ancient and powerful. Damn. I actually looked like a Luna. Before we headed to the ceremony, Christian pulled me into a private room. Then he dropped to his knees.

He opened the door and got down, he opened the back door for Somia’s uncle and stepped back for him to come down. Somia’s uncle carried the small bag, came out from the car and Strong closed the door and both of them were going inside the house. There was a symbol at the front of the mansion and which was the same logo on the suit that Somia’s uncle was wearing. Symbol was made of P and B representing their name PREFECT BILLIONAIRES.

He traced the deep grooves of the symbol on the porcelain mask with his fingertips, his palms humming with a faint, localized pulse of ancient magic that made the hairs on my arms stand up. I sat tightly sandwiched between Cauis and Lucien, my anxiety acting like a physical weight in the tiny room. Cauis had a heavy hand braced on the back of my chair, a silent, grounding anchor, while Lucien watched Gideon’s face for any flicker of recognition. We didn't have to wait long after he questioned me and I told him all about the symbol but I made sure not to tell him more than he needed to know. Gideon let out a long, ragged sigh, shaking his grey head. "It is a crest of total annihilation, boy.

"Six unidentified signatures approaching at Mach 10! Papasok na sila sa canyon!" ​Ang mga Precursor Scouts ay hindi gaya ng mga barkong nakita nila sa Earth. Sila ay hugis-karayom, kulay pilak, at gumagalaw na tila lumalangoy sa hangin. Sa isang iglap, nagpakawala sila ng mga Plasma Beams na tumama sa mga defensive turrets ng Outpost. ​"Vargo! Legion! This is it!" sigaw ni Xander habang isinusuot ang kanyang Wolf-Alpha Armor. "Gamitin ang mga tunnel! Huwag silang harapin sa open field! Ambush tactics!"

Nerina pointed to the eastern ocean. "My sanctuary." Aurel pointed to the northern mountains. "My temple." A third symbol pulsed beneath a vast desert. "The Guardian of Flames," Orion said. Another glowed within an endless forest. "The Guardian of Earth." A fifth shimmered over frozen lands beyond the northern sea. "The Guardian of Time." The sixth appeared over a chain of floating islands hidden among the clouds. "The Guardian of Stars." Finally... The last symbol appeared directly beneath Willowbrook Academy. Everyone stared. Lucien frowned.

Payton states. Well, that confirms it; Payton is apparently lost royalty. Marcel asks about her people and the land. Simon says that the whole city was destroyed, and as far as anyone knows, there are no living descendants. He does mention that there is a very distinguishing feature that all people have. I asked what it was. He said that they should all have the symbol on their left wrist. He says that they will all be different except for one, which is that there will always be a trident. It is said that Poseidon helped create along with the moon goddess. Payton moved her bracelet, and there was a very impressive mark on her wrist. It actually looked like a tattoo. It was the size

I murmured, reaching for the shirt and pressing it back to the wound. “Yes,” said Davin. “It’s an ancient symbol, one from a pack in the Argentinian Realm that used images to communicate in a written form rather than words.” “Do I want to ask what it means?” “Probably not.” But he carried on anyway. “It’s not an exact translation, but the gist of it is: leave well enough alone. Stop poking around where nobody wants you. And, in some cases, it’s a threat too. Of death,” he added.

I asked, looking around warily for a moment, still feeling a bit unsure. “It won’t.” Cassian said confidently. “I’m still the apex predator here after all.” He said with a smug smile. “And a prey never runs back to its predator.” I couldn’t help but smile at his words.I must be one hell of a crazy prey then. Cassian pulled me into his arms to hug me. I fell in love with my predator. The End.

She had lost control when he stared at her but she was soon brought back to reality when he fastened the collar on her signifying what her status was, she fought back tears as he held her hand waiting for them to be announced, “The esteemed Prince Alessandro of Isles and his escort Isabella" A lot of eyes turned in their direction in acknowledgement. She got a lot of stares from the crowd which was quite expected seeing she was with Alessandro. Most of the Male vampires had human pets with them, all had a collar on signifying who they belonged to and a good number of them were on leashes. Her blood ran cold on the sight before her, judging from what she could see she was the most covered of