Red Hood Symbol Novels & Stories

"Make sure you tell me to shut up if I pry too deep, yeah?" "Okay," he nodded. "Let's start with the wolf," I referred to a rather large and very realistic wolf's head that was covering his right shoulder area. "Well that one's pretty generic really," he began. "It's a symbol of loyalty, which (believe it or not) is something really important to me." "That's really cute," I smiled. "Cute?" He ruffled his eyebrows. "How about sexy?" "Nah it's cute," I stuck to my gun, playing with him just a little.

Leo's wolf was the tallest of us all and all others whimpered in respect to him. We set into a sprint with Leo at the forefront and we all charged towards the Red Moon Pack. A few meters away, we could hear the sound of havoc. The Red Moon was already under attack when we got there. In no time we recognized the Red Moon warriors and the intruders. Any Pack in alliance with Sky Wings has a symbol that their warriors put on their foreheads in times of war. Leonard mind linked me, “Derek, go ahead with the others, I need to go find the Alpha of this pack before it's too late,” he said in a hurry

He shrieked facing the other side so as not to see Faricenda's open laps and shoulders. She pulled him closer to the bed. "Did you see that??" She pointed and he stepped back, one reason breathing in relief it was only her upper part opened. Just on her right shoulder was a wide mark that looked like a wolf with a horn which was a symbol of the Donner's pack, she is a Royal! "Can you see that? Can you? If she stays a little longer here and her pack's Alpha finds out, it might lead to war." The Luna said.

Zelle shows the red dahlia she drew, "Sophia likes dahlia, and she likes the color red... I don't know what to do for her except draw what she likes... I don’t know what I can do… for her…” Cohen hold onto the sketchpad, “Miss Sophia would like you to eat three times a day,” Cohen remarked as he stood up and covered her with his hands. “...and not dehydrate yourself beneath the sun,” he added. “Miss Sophia would be delighted if you were well and happy." “T-thank you...” Zelle bit her lower lip. “The red dahlia is a symbol of strength and power. You need it, Miss Zelle,” Cohen encouraged her, “some people give it to others as a get well soon present. I'm sure Miss Sophia wished for you to be

He asked as he breathed out his smoke. I take off my jacket and my shirt to show him my tattoo of the Criemsons. The tattoo shows a blood sword that encircles with vipers and roses that symbolizes our gang or mafia name. I swiveled to indicate my identity while his ladies gape at me like the last cupcake in a bakery they wanted to devour. "Holy mother of great mercy" He grinned. "Now can we converse interaction?" I asked before I put my clothes in and I know his kittens will groan for consuming clothes.

A second symbol began forming beside Rudina’s gold mark, black at the edges and silver at the center like moonlight trapped inside blood. Niall cried out when his cracked Alpha ring answered the symbol, burning red around his small finger as if recognizing a law older than his refusal. “What is it doing to her?” he screamed, but nobody above the blood stone had enough mercy to give him a gentle answer. (Daciana POV) Otsana’s scream tore through the nursery, and Liora’s crown mark flickered as though the missing half of my power recognized my sister’s danger. The silver shield around the children held, but every root pointed upward, drawn toward the new symbol burning into Otsana’s mercy mark

A very powerful breed of witches, she was wearing the Burgundy hood cape, a symbol of their clan. If she was truly a blind witch then she could find his daughter. The wild wolves halted as they saw me, and the woman ran behind me as I commanded them "Be gone now." I ordered my voice level, my eyes glowed red, the symbol of my alphahood. They were reluctant and turned on their tail running the opposite direction. "Thank you for saving me." she said, she was still in shock from almost being killed. Where witches dumb, or were their brains for decoration.

his father spat and tossed back the rest of his drink. "Stay away from that girl," "Or what?" Garin challenged him. "Or it will be the end of her, you or both. The Red Hoods don't associate with shifters," he stalked from the room. Garin looked at the large book in front of him as if it were diseased. It appeared to be an encyclopedia of sorts. The Red Hoods emblem, a hood encircled by a bow and arrow, was embossed on the front in faded gold filigree.

Hoping that Helen knew. "In your world, that's the logo of your former criminal organization." Helen replied, "Why do you ask?" "Yes, 'The Void Wolf'. I saw an emblem... of the exact logo." Mayari informed. Helen's smile immediately vanished, her lips pressed into a thin line. Shock is evident in her eyes but was quickly clouded with concern. "Its detail is too similar to my organization's symbol to be a coincidence." Mayari added. "Is it possible..." "Yes it is," Helen nodded followed by a troubled sigh. "Although, that symbol..." Helen reverted her gaze.

Holden stayed close, eyes scanning every shadow, hand hovering near the concealed weapon at his hip. “Elena, stay beside me.” She did. For three steps. Four. Then— They reached the end. A circular door stood before them. White. Featureless. Except for the symbol burned into its surface: A red circle with three lines crossing inside forming a shape like an open eye. Elena’s blood went cold. Her knees buckled. Because she had seen that symbol before— —in the forgotten photograph —in her half-burned childhood drawing —in the flashes of memories Silas forced to the surface