Red Hood Symbol Novels & Stories

Cole held up the second tracker, turning it slightly so they could see the tiny etching on its side. A small symbol. Barely visible. A circle. With a slash through it. Lola frowned. “What does that mean?” Cole glared at Ryan not Lola. “You know this mark, don’t you?” Ryan’s expression darkened instantly. It was an answer all on its own. Lola whispered, voice cracking: “Ryan… what is that symbol?” Ryan closed his eyes for a second. A long second. When he opened them, something heavy and dangerous sat behind them.

“Speaking of which, you know the symbol that I asked you about earlier, the one with the head of a wolf and…” “I know it, can you get straight to the point?” Rob asked impatiently, smacking one of his fists on the steering. “I’ve warned you about this impatience of yours! Watch it!” I scolded, adjusting in my seat as though I wasn’t balanced before. “Are you going to tell me about the symbol or not?” Rob drawled lazily without turning to look at me at all. “Well, I saw that same symbol on Veronica’s ring.” “She must belong to a gang,” Rob said.

It was blurry, but I recognized the symbol, a small, circular ink mark behind the intruder’s ear. My stomach dropped. “Trouble,” I muttered. “Big trouble.” And this time… it had followed us home. I sat back, staring at the tattoo on the screen. It was a black raven in flight, wings spread wide, inked behind the intruder’s ear. A mark I had seen before Valentina’s voice broke the silence. “That symbol belongs to the Raven Syndicate.” Antonio spat out his coffee, eyes wide. “You mean the Russian mob? Those guys don’t mess around.”

The other guards hesitated to shoot, probably afraid of hitting me by accident. "What are you doing?" I gasped as Raven positioned the corpse between us. She ripped open my hospital gown from the front, exposing my bare skin to the laboratory's cold air. I tried to pull away, but my restraints held me in place as Raven dipped her fingers in the dead guard's blood. Her eyes had turned completely red now, not just the irises but the whites as well. The sight made my skin crawl as she began drawing symbols on my chest and stomach with the warm blood.

"I see. You can go back to your work now." Mark took out the letters he had received. They were all from the same sender, bearing the same symbol. It was clear that the person sending them was trying to imply something. Looking closely, he noticed a small image in the corner—a cross. The image symbolized justice and truth, while Mark was the villain, the one destined to be punished.

The forest fell silent once more. Elara looked at Riven. “What does that mean?” Before he could answer— The mark on Elara’s hand suddenly flared with blinding silver light. At the same instant… A crimson symbol appeared beneath the sleeve on Riven’s wrist. He stared at it in shock. “I…” His voice faltered. “I’ve never seen this before.” The symbol resembled a wolf encircled by flames. Ancient. Beautiful. Terrifying. The two marks answered each other. Silver.

he says, pushing his glasses up against his nose. "Oooh," I hiss in pain and examine the mark. It's mercifully small - but it's definitely going to be a permanent scar on my hand. The shape is simple - one long line with two shorter lines jutting out from it on the right side, kind of like a coat rack. It's red and raised now, as though he branded me with a red-hot iron. "What does this symbol mean," I ask. "In the books - the modern ones at least - it's associated with... um," he trails off, suddenly looking nervous. "Cows."

then he put on a mask that is so familiar to us. My eyes went wide when a realization hits me so hard, "SCORPIONS!! you traitors!!" I scream my lungs out, that wake-up mela on my side also she's tied up. "Wha-- what oh god Scorpions!" When mela woke up she panic when she saw the director wearing a mask that we all know it's the scorpion symbol, the green and black with gold in it is a famous symbol of the Scorpion Internation Mafia syndicate.

I didn't know what to expect tonight but I enjoyed the scenery. While waiting to be served, he taught me a few Moon pack unique symbols because that was how their pack communicated. He trailed the tip of his finger along my palm, forming a symbol. "This is the raven sign. It's a warning that death is near to whoever receives it." The way he said it sparked fear to life inside me. Death was a sore topic for me. He proceeded to draw a heart inside my palm. "This one is simple." "Love." I whispered, staring into his eyes and hoping I was wrong.

“What kind of calling card?” “A symbol spray-painted on the warehouse wall. Boss, I think you need to see this.” “Send me the footage.” My phone buzzed with the incoming file. I opened it, watching masked figures move efficiently through the warehouse, setting charges, then the camera angle shifted to the exterior wall. The symbol was large, painted in red, a double-headed eagle with a crown, crossed swords behind it. I knew that symbol. Everyone in my world knew that symbol. “That’s impossible,” I breathed.