Slytherin Logo Novels & Stories

He doesn't answer immediately. "Faerin." "Oh." I walk beside him in silence. "I'm sorry." "It's okay." When he looks at me, a new fire dominates his eyes. "I'll not let the school get you like they got her." My throat tightens. We get to Elmloch tower. The House flag stands proud , waving in the wind. The cloth features two black swords crossed in a red background. We cut around the large tower, making our way into eerie woods. I steal a last look behind before following him deeper.

"May your reign bring prosperity and strength to the Slytherin pack." "Here here," the crowd echoed as they raised their own glasses. I drank deeply and felt the satisfaction of achievement settle into my bones. I had done it. I had claimed my birthright and secured my future. Nothing could stop me now.

Mika looked at her son at the sink with eyes asking for clarification. “No, you did not.” Luke shook his head while Leo nodded in agreement with what he said as he rinsed all the dishes from the right side of the sink. “The black one with crimson red details on it and the organization’s logo is at the upper right. The one that Leo used to play when you young, a wolf image is reflected when it hits light and that wolf is you. Instead of our human face, it takes our wolf face, every single detail of it. Although, you’ll get one when you hit eighteen. So, when you want to enter werewolf exclusive buildings and facilities, you need those.”

I spat out, “well played.” My feet shuffled as I walked towards the wall, the sigil staring at me—and I could swear I saw it blink. With wide, triumphant eyes. The white, blue-eyed serpent that was the emblem of only one person that ever lived, the most sinister and shrewd of all that ever practiced sorcery, whose beauty concealed the evil that hid beneath the shadow of her very existence—the witch Orchid.

Madam Pince said while she walked to Susan. Susan gave her a nod and walked to where the librarian's desk was situated with the others following behind her. Arriving at it, she went to where a lonely and old empty lectern was situated by the desk's side. Susan went behind it and caressed the engraving in the wood that depicted the Hogwarts' shield with a book holding the big 'H' and the motto that read 'Scientia non solum in libris est'. "Madam Pince, have you ever wondered why this lectern is located here, by the librarian's desk side?"

She forwarded it to her personal security contact, who had quietly been monitoring her social media and public appearance schedules since the previous attack. Later, as they prepped for the press event, Abigail arrived with an unexpected surprise—an early concept of the official logo for the new foundation. Two interlocking circles, one gold and one teal, surrounding a phoenix rising from a stitched spool of thread. "It’s perfect," Lena said. "It represents rebirth, unity, and the power of design." Abigail grinned. "It also says ‘we’re watching the throne.’ Loud and proud." Carson laughed. "I like it. Bold, symbolic. Just like you two."

The floors of the school were always perfect so this was strange. I dropped my book on one side and bent in front of this displaced tile, looking at it with interest. The potential fall had kicked the sleep out of me and I had nothing better to do at the moment. ‘Yes, you do, the book Liam asked you to read.’ I ignored her and took note of the detail on the tile’s engraving. Unlike the other tiles that carried the logo of the school, the image of a witch’s finger clashing and going hand in hand with the fang of a werewolf, this carried a different one. There was the engraving of a horse’s head deeply inscribed on it.

Above us was a grand crystal chandelier that illuminated the whole space, giving off soft, dim light, just enough for us to admire the surroundings. In front of us was a grand staircase that led to the mezzanine floor. However, what caused the hairs on my nape to stand was the banner before us, which displayed the symbol of the Fang Trinity—a circle that displays an image of fire in the center, with two red snakes intertwined and facing each other at the top. The golden hexagon eyes shone in the shining moonlight. “It’s them,” Killian murmured under his breath as he examined the symbol. “The Fang Trinity took them again.”

It is starving. The shadow's form flickered. Lorna's face twisted, her black eyes widening. You are wrong, it said. But there was something new in its voice. Uncertainty. Fear. I will find a way. I always find a way. Then we will find a way to stop you, I said. Before you do. I raised the Kingslayer. The symbols blazed—blue, white, gold—pushing back the darkness, illuminating every corner of the great hall.

I began, clearing my throat, “Before we proceed with the whole exhibit idea, Ms. Craig wants us to focus on the ‘first look’ of the Switcher teaser. Any initial thoughts?” Heidi, one of our motion designers, promptly raised her input. “I believe we should select the same old font that embodies Switcher’s power to make it more recognizable, and with a combination of blue and gold, representing his colors, but with a darker and rougher edge. It should symbolize Switcher’s superhero abilities, like teleportation, element magic, flying, and matter switching while maintaining a certain level of boldness.” “That’s a great idea,” I acknowledged. “Regarding the logo, let’s ensure it becomes iconic a