Red Hood Symbol Novels & Stories

I dragged myself up and went to see what was going on reluctantly. “Come with me.” She said in an excited voice and led us to the back of the tree where a huge symbol was engraved. A four-petalled flower. Each of the red petals contained a symbol; a dragon, a werewolf, two witches. The only difference between this symbol and the symbol of code red was the Heart of magic in the center. Her eyes lit up as she said, “Isn’t this symbol self-explanatory.” Zarina, Aslan, and Caleb looked at her dumbfounded. To be honest even I didn’t know what we were supposed to do with this symbol.

She ordered, throwing her hand up in frustration. Something caught River’s eye during her movements as his gaze zoned in on her wrist. He reached for her hand and turned it so he could get a closer look. His eyes widened in fury as he noticed the illuminated red mark against her skin. He hadn’t seen it before, but he was certain he knew where she had gotten it from. The symbol was a wide, thick-lined circle with a conjoined star contained within. It burned red against her flesh and he was certain if she wasn’t in a delusional state right now, it would be hurting her significantly. He swore he would make Zion pay for doing this to her, as soon he could get his hands on the crafty rogue.

, he summarized exhaling tiredly. No one said anything for a few minutes, by then Red had returned wearing a black locket with a Gold Hexagram of Solomon etched onto it; there were symbols and letters between the spaces of the triangles. Zen blinked sleepily as Red knelt down in front of him, "This good?" she asked quietly. Zen smiled at her gently, "It suits you", he praised softly, "The Hexagram of Solomon", he murmured half asleep. "Why?" Ash asked quietly.

Everything in here was evidence and I didn’t want to ruin them by doing something unnecessary. “What the hell was this place for?” I asked, astounded. “Do you know what the hollow circle is?” He said quietly as if he was talking to himself and not me. “I think I heard Alpha Dale mention it? I’m not sure.” I answered. “What about it?” “Their signal is in here,” He pointed to the wall where the symbol of a red snake was biting its tail. “That is the symbol of the hollowed circle. That means this place is very important to them. It may be one of their meeting points.”

“The coin. The token. The sigil.” He worked his bruised fingers to his neck with an animal’s stubbornness, and for a heartbeat I thought he’d been trying to tear the ropes. Instead he tugged something slick and dark from under his shirt… a small, familiar pendant wrapped in dried blood. I knew it before he held it up. It was Raven’s…no, not the woman’s face I’d seen, but the emblem she wore when she met with Kieran months ago: a raven midflight, talons bared, the same tiny etching I’d seen on a medallion once handed to our enemies.

Forever. A dark red mark on my wrist captured my attention in my periphery, and I turned my head an inch to the right to get a better view of the skin. My fingers loosened in my hair as I stared in shock. Burned into my skin was a pentagram, surrounded by a circle. It was the same symbol from my dream, the one that had been drawn onto the floor of the attic.

Her mind is wandering somewhere; thus, she could not understand anything even though she could hear his words. "Bracelet patterns and designs represent varying definitions. In many cultures and religions, the color red symbolizes luck and is believed to ward away evil. Throughout history, people have painted their front doors red to prevent evil from entering the house, and ancient warriors often painted their bodies and weapons red for protection. In many cases, the use of red string, or wool, is also symbolic and is thought to help eliminate unwanted energies and make way for new energies in a person’s life. Wait, I'll find a section that explains the dragon symbol." He kept on browsing th

Vincent was getting bolder, and if this cufflink was what he thought it was… then he wasn’t working alone. Inside, the safe house was quiet except for the hum of the generator and the slow drip of rain against the windows. Adrian shrugged off his wet jacket, setting it over a chair. The cufflink gleamed faintly under the kitchen light — a small, mocking shine that wouldn’t leave his mind alone. He sat at the counter, turning it over again. The engraving was precise, an insignia made of two interlocked letters: R and H. He frowned. That symbol—he’d seen it before. Not in Vincent’s hands, but on an old business file. A name whispered in rooms his family never spoke of.

Predators pretending to be human. When he reached the edge of Piazza Erbe, he slowed. Four figures stepped out of the alleyways, blocking each exit. Their robes were deep crimson, hoods hiding their faces except for a faint silver symbol stitched above their hearts—an emblem shaped like a dagger through a star. Fenrak smiled faintly. “So… tonight’s the night, huh?” A fifth figure emerged from behind the fountain. A woman—tall, poised, wrapped in a crimson robe darker than the rest, almost black under the Verona lights. Her voice cut through the cold like a blade.

I say hopeful at the part that were narrowing down suspects. "Exactly. Now if you look at the second segment the only noticeable thing on this guy are the black gloves and the tattoo of a sword on his forearm poking out from underneath the gloves." I can't believe he was able to notice the tattoo on his arm, because neither I or Adair were able to. "I cross matched the gloves with glove companies and only the company Rebel sells them, well used to sell them." He clarifies. "Rebel?" I ask never hearing this name before.