Slytherin Symbols Novels & Stories

I whisper to Owen. Beneath the “werewolves” column, she neatly prints, “Owen and Ella: Reproductive Spell.” Changing from her black marker to a red one, she makes a bullet point below it: “Ella = Tyr” and “Owen = Fenrir” “We know enough about the spell that we understand the symbolism,” she says, moving to the next column. She notes there that thralls cast the spell on us. Then, under “unknown,” she writes “moonstone.”

Being a king, Xee was also a member of the council. Addy trailed off, "This logo circle has 6 parts and each one represents a supernatural creature. Here, see this paw with a human handprint, it's for werewolves. This union of three circles is for witches." Her finger shifted to the next one, "Can you see this arrow and bow? That's for elves. And this portal arch is for warlocks. This fangs here is for vampires and this flower bouquet is for faes." I looked at Addy in awe, "You really are pro at it, girl."

The cold metal bites into my skin. “There is no escape now,” the Sorceress says and begins to chant. Strange symbols rise from the ground, glowing with an eerie light. They form a circle around me, a ring of power that hums with energy. The symbols seem ancient, a language of magic that speaks of bindings and sacrifices. They pulse with a life of their own, moving and shifting like living things. The air grows colder, the atmosphere is charged with anticipation. The mansion within the hut seems to close in around me, the luxury a stark contrast to the terror that grips my heart. The chandelier above sways gently, casting shadows that dance across the walls.

It was oddly quieter here, like the noise from the surrounding markets could not get past the wall fence. “This way.” We walked cautiously around the building, stopping at the back of the manor. Sylria took off the ankh from her neck and I was relieved when colour returned to my eyes. “What are we looking at?” The wall here carried engraved symbols, Lycan lore. The text was completely unreadable to me but Sylria stared at it, her pretty eyes tracing the lines of text from side to end. “I knew I had seen that line somewhere!” “What line?”

I swing my saw at the serpecdysis. Chadd Owen: "Which one should we take," I ask, looking at all the different game pieces. I stop and examine one of them. The one I choose is a light purple-colored game piece, with a bunch of diamonds overlaying each other. "Who knows," Honey answers, picking one up. The one she picked up is green and with a triangle inside of a cube. "The Headmaster said choose carefully. These weird symbols must mean something." About to examine another game piece, I stop when I hear a slithering sound coming from behind. I turn and see both Shocker and the girl struggling against the serpecdysises.

He glanced over at Drake quickly, in a you might have missed it if you weren’t looking kind of way, but I caught it. “So, where is this seal, exactly?” I asked, “And is it an actual seal in the ground? Or are we just being symbolic here?” Aaron smiled and pulled out another book. This one had a picture, like one of those wood carving types. In the picture was a square with symbols on it. I recognised the shifter symbol for the divine order and the one that I had seen for the witch out in the hallway. There were two others there, too. One had a compass like cross on it, while the other looked like an intricate Celtic design. All four had the two smaller circles on them. I fingered the necklac

Arya told her, holding some feathers and placing them in places that seemed random, but for her, it had meaning. "Yes, no problem. I'll search for her." Flora said, looking inquisitive as to what the sorceress was doing, seeing that the woman didn't say anything more she left the room. Arya didn't mention anything more, she was placing elements of air, water, earth, and fire, candles were placed to represent the fire, bowls with water were opposite to the candles, to represent the water as in an opposing element to the fire. Feathers we're representative of the air and opposing to it, we're bits of a handful of earth with a white rose on it, it symbolizes both the element of earth and the wi

It was a connection. The Selene medallion on the table suddenly began to vibrate on its own. It rattled against the wood. Siron picked it up. The metal felt hot, nearly scalding. On its surface, the symbol of the eye with wings, the emblem of the Order, glowed faintly and then faded. It was replaced by another symbol that appeared briefly: a circle with a broken line inside it, like an ancient padlock. The same symbol that always appeared on his family documents. The symbol he thought was a mark of protection.

The emblem on the pendant caught the fractured light: a snake and a dragon coiled around a sword and shield. I didn’t know why that symbol terrified me more than the carnage, but something inside me clicked. Execution... a message, this was not random terror... it was a meticulously planned purge. The men vanished as quickly as they had appeared, disappearing into the broken arches, their laughter echoing down the nave. An oppressive silence settled, the kind that follows a funeral, heavy and suffocating. Blood seeped across the marble toward me, a slow tide of inevitability. When the gunfire ceased, I lay still, breath shallow, my mind a whirl of disbelief and numbness. Time stretched, each

Lyra’s stomach dropped. Ronan’s expression went dark. A burned symbol is found in the ashes: the crescent claw.