Red Hood Symbol Novels & Stories

It was a fierce battle, and I could feel my heart pounding in my chest with every blow. As we fought, I caught a glimpse of something on one of the hooded figure's arms. It was a symbol that I recognized from my mother's files. It was the same symbol that was on the necklace she always wore. My heart raced as I realized that these hooded figures were connected to my mother's death. With renewed determination, I fought harder, determined to get answers. Finally, after what felt like hours of fighting, we managed to subdue the hooded figures. We removed their hoods, revealing their faces.

“Wait my Queen, there was something else! It was just for a moment. There was a red symbol on his shirt. I couldn’t make out what it was but I saw it.” The red symbol again.

Rendered final now by Nora’s hands and heart. It had six pieces. Six symbols. Six souls. We took our place around it—Nora at the center, the rest of us forming the outer ring like the spokes of a wheel. Palms pressed to the ground, each one making contact with the sigil at the spot where our House mark had been carved: a wolf head for Hawthorne. A flame and crown for Aurelian. Bat wings for Nerezza. An open book for Everley. A tree for Bloodpine. A circle of runes for Runebound.

The hoodie, a shield against prying eyes, symbolized not only concealment but also the indomitable spirit of those who dared to challenge the oppressive rule. In the deepest part of the night, as the city held its breath, Maximus emerged from the shadows, standing at the precipice of a revolution. The black hoodie, now worn with a sense of purpose, marked the beginning of a chapter where one man's defiance would collide with the might of a tyrant's empire.

I turned my head to comb through everything Gio just recounted, “Do you remember anything peculiar about these men?” Gio gritted her teeth, “Even if I don’t remember anything, I won’t forget the emblem of a red half-moon that was imprinted on the sleeve of their shirt. I will find them and they will pay. Sooner or later.” Uh-Oh. I and Ariel shared a knowing look. That’s the emblem of Red Moon’s soldiers.

The look in the Alpha's eyes suggested that war was inevitable. *** Raven stood on the wooden wall, watching the Blood Fang group retreat. For some reason, his mind kept flashing back to the messenger's face. Something felt familiar. Suddenly... A gust of wind blew. The man's red robes parted slightly. Under the folds of the cloth... A small, silvery-black symbol was visible. Raven's heart beat faster. That symbol... It's similar. Very similar. To the symbol worn by the black-robed men when they kidnapped Martha. But not the same.

His heart skipped a beat as his gaze landed on a distinct tattoo on one of the approaching men's arms. The tattoo showed the profile of a Holt's helmet, visor closed, exuding silent authority. Adorned with a laurel wreath and backed by crossed swords, it marked victory, readiness for battle, and strength. A roaring lion at the base signified unmatched power. This was no ordinary mark—it was the insignia of a Mafia King, a symbol feared in the criminal underworld. Recognizing its significance, the guard's voice wavered, "Drop your weapons!" His partner looked at him in confusion, "What the hell are you talking about?"

officer Hale explained I felt the blood drain from my face. My hands trembled slightly, and I clenched them into fists to stop it. “Marked?” I whispered. Officer Renna nodded and pulled out a small leather-bound notepad. She opened a page and showed me a rough sketch. The symbol was like nothing I’d ever seen. Circular. Almost tribal. It has a sharp claw with a crescent moon behind it, lines dripping down like blood. “Do you recognize this?” she asked.

I mutter. She looks at me with a nod. “And those who are not hybrids must have felt it even stronger.” Frowning, I run my fingers through my long black hair. Hmm, like an alpha command. What exactly is the power of the Crimson King… “I checked books of old lore. I had a few brought in from the head coven in America and there is a symbol in our history books that refers to a power above all. A symbol that is always in red, I don’t know, but when I saw it, I felt that perhaps it stands for him.”

The streetlights lining the driveway illuminated the flags clearly as the symbol came fully into view. My lips parted before I could stop myself. “Riverwoods Pack…” Alpha Dreadlock’s eyes immediately shifted toward me. “What did you say?” At first, I thought I had been mistaken when I recognized the flag attached to one of the convoys. But I wasn’t. The symbol embroidered on the flag…. Two crescent moons curved against each other while the tail of a wolf slashed through the center. “General Alpha Kayak.” Zaden chirped, taking a step forward. Alpha Dreadlock’s gaze moved toward the convoy once more, and this time he saw it clearly too.