Sasuke Uchiha Symbol Novels & Stories

It was instead a collection of arranged camper bags, folded tents and a few foldable tables littered with papers and books. “This looks like an archaeological expedition.” She muttered, walking towards an opened bag that had its contents spilled over. She picks up a reddish shirt that bore the image of a fish swimming downward, a symbol for the Southern Star. The letters SU were in the middle of the shirt in bright gold lettering as well, this was indeed a camp for the Southron University’s expedition.

"Okay, before we begin this, shall we all take a seat while Seth is gathering up his things?" The four of them stared at Ash in confusion before they nodded reluctantly and went to find an available seat. After a few minutes a pair of small, quick steps rushed downstairs. Seth came in as he sat on the chair near the table and set up his laptop. After sorting out the information he gathered he turned his laptop to the audience. Four sets of eyes stared at his laptop and widened their eyes as they recognized the symbol. The first picture from the four photographs the Black Clan sent. The winged symbol.

Sage must notice, because from my spot by the far wall she says, “It’s a phoenix. The phoenix dies and is reborn from the ashes. It symbolises rebirth, strength and transformation.” Well. Shit. It could not be any more perfect if it tried. I smile at her and nod at the design. “That one.” “Where?” she asks. I hesitate. I know exactly where I would like it, but I am not sure if it is possible. “I have scars on my back,” I say slowly. “I’d like it to be flying out of them. On my shoulder or the base of my neck, between my shoulder blades? Somewhere I can cover easily with clothing.”

But as its body hits the ground, Sera sees something that makes her blood freeze. A symbol carved into the creature's shoulder. Three lines intersecting in a pattern she recognizes. She shifts back to human, not caring about her nakedness. "Dante. Dante, look." He shifts, his eyes following her pointing finger. When he sees the symbol, his entire body goes rigid. "No," he breathes. "That's not possible." "What is it?" one of the pack wolves asks. Dante doesn't answer. He's staring at Sera, and in his eyes she sees the same horror she feels crawling through her gut.

This can’t be happening! “Don’t get it twisted, Witch!” The name is new, but the trademark snarl that goes with the slogan is a unique identifier, even if I can’t see him. Much like thunder, the roar of Hirosai Kurosai is utterly unmistakable. All the angst I was hoping to work off coalesces once more into that state of wild panic. A bunny caught in the wolf’s jaws. Rather than a mouse subject to the entertainment whims of the ket, there is no real question—it’s for kill rather than sport.

He hollered a few meters from the rest, and all heads snapped to his direction. Walking swiftly towards him, Alex and Caine got to him at the same time. The warrior pointed to one of the kidnappers lying dead on the ground. Caine walled the closet to the body and crouched to inspect it. His eyes widened when he caught sight of a particular symbol–the mark was that od every special warrior in the Diamond Shadow pack. It was a faint werewolf eye with diamond for its iris. "What is it?" Alex inquired "It's a symbol. It's given to every special warrior of the Diamond Shadow pack alongside the pack symbol. It's here on his back," Caine explained.

The dark circle over his chest is black bordered by the surrounding blood with the star in its middle with 6 corners. 'OH noooo I don't know by the hands of my father but surely I will die at the hands of the Villain of the game itself as no one is alive who ever saw his tattoo!!!' 4 seconds left'FUKKKKKKEEEYOU GAMMEE~' Closing his own eyes pulled Daisuke by his neck placing his own warm lips upon the cold once. 'Please, at least I don't want to die at the hands of the character I made myself'

Neo asks as he stares at one of the attendants' shirts. I hurry over to his side to take him away considering it rude to be staring at someone's clothes but I'm also caught off guard by a unique pattern on his shirt. It's not just this attendant but all of them. "That," Dexter says as he reaches our side, he glances at the symbol and smiles, "this is a very important symbol." Neo's brows furrow at his unanswered questions. "What does it mean?" He asks. "It's not just the meaning Neo but the belief, because we believe that these drawings will give us strength," Dexter tells him and Neo squeaks from excitement.

I glance around the room, sliding my sleeve back up my arm and combing my fingers through my hair. On his desk, I glimpse dark splotches of ink. I frown, walking closer to peer at them. There isn't much to see until I turn a page over. I stumble back. It's the sigil. Clear as f*cking day. The symbol I keep seeing, the symbol on the arm of my attackers, and the symbol that sealed Ambrose's death warrant. I step forward again, searching the page. It's blank except for the crest. I quickly look through the other papers, but there's nothing else.

"A tattoo? What does it look like, Sage? Is it a mark of loyalty or something else entirely?" Sage took a deep breath, describing the tattoo in detail. "The tattoo is a circular symbol, intricately designed with mysterious patterns. It's unlike any markings I've seen within any pack. The lines are precise, and the symbol radiates an aura of secrecy." My mind raced with possibilities, trying to understand the implications of this discovery. "Could it be a symbol of an external influence? Is there a chance that an outside group or organization has infiltrated their pack?" Leaning forward, I locked my gaze with Sage, my voice filled with determination. "Sage, we must exercise patience and obser