Symbol For Solitude Novels & Stories

Forgetfulness. Mae screamed and Eliane held her tightly. Then the twelfth symbol changed. The mark for forgetfulness disappeared. A new symbol replaced it: an open hand. Luna stopped breathing because she knew that symbol… They all did: Aurelia, Mara, the witnesses, the Four Corners game, the empty hand. Darius stared at the symbol. “That doesn’t mean forgetting.” Eliane looked toward Mae. “No.” Luna understood first. “It means letting go.”

"I'm wondering how much you have really changed?" Her pupils are pin-pricking. Her chest rising and falling more quickly... "Then too..." I continue, "I'm wondering too about the whole Sola business..." Her lips part, her breathing growing quicker... "Sola? An interesting choice. Meaning All alone? Well, you're bound to be alone, aren't you. When you slaughter every living soul that touches you..." Her lips are beginning to peel back, her knuckles whitening... "... But somehow, that didn't feel right. Who names themselves for being an outcast? Even when the casting-out is self-imposed..."

She quickly retracted her hand, “It's giving off a faint dark light with a yellowish ring on the outside. So the symbol is the same yet different, he noted. It seemed that the color symbolised different aspects of their bond or was it the nature of who they really were? He didn't know for sure. “Enough of the marking symbol, it will always be there.” He pulled her to his side and cuddled her from behind. With him being the bigger spoon, she relaxed into his arms. “You need sleep.” He said. Selly smiled. She never knew that being loved could feel liberating.

he said. Damon frowned. “That’s it?,” he asked. Tom nodded. “That’s all I heard,” he said. Damon looked at him, his eyes narrowing. “I don’t like this,” he said. “We should leave.” But Tom was already walking away from the altar, his eyes scanning the ground. “Wait,” he said. “Look at this.” Damon walked over to him and looked down. There, etched into the stone, was a symbol. It was a circle with a cross in the center. “What does it mean?,” he asked, as he attempted to touch it.

As I'm staring at the wall I hear the door open. I can't bring myself to see who walked in. Being alone is my new life now. I don't want my hopes up when someone comes to drag me out of the room, only to be left alone in the end. The door closes with a loud click and feet make their way towards me. I close my eyes in an attempt to stop the temptation of looking to see who's here. Please just leave me alone.

“Where did you get this?” “Tell me what the symbol means, and maybe I’ll answer your question.” Diego grinds his teeth together, sliding his hands in his pockets again. “That’s the symbol of the Sun Warriors leader from decades ago, the one who disappeared without a trace. The moon and the sun broken at the jagged edges where they meet symbolizes our divided species and her desire to eradicate our kind.” The pieces quickly fall into place. This knife, found among my mother’s possessions, belonged to the Sun Warriors leader.

Silence. not the forest. not the ground. everything Gone. no pain. no sound. no movement. Just nothing. then a heartbeat. Not mine. Not his. Something older. Slower. Deeper. The dark didn’t lift. It shifted. revealing a space that didn’t belong to the world I knew. Stone. Endless. circular. marked with symbols I recognized not from memory. from instinct. from blood. from something passed down. Long before me. I stood at the center. alone. except I wasn’t.

When they finally reached the border clearing, Beta Andrew stopped and pointed in a certain direction. “It was right there,” he said quietly. The symbol was burned into the grass in a perfect circle. Blackened vines twisted through the earth, and light smoke could be seen. It looked like it had crawled up from the soil on its own, burning a shape that pulsed faintly with dark energy. Selene crouched beside it. Killian moved closer because he did not want Selene to touch anything that might put her in harm’s way. The symbol was sharp and intricate. A crescent moon surrounded by spirals, all leading to a single center mark that glowed faint red.

Goosebumps rise on her flesh under my hand which is resting on the golden lotus. She pulls her hair to one side and holds onto it as she shuffles and turns onto her front. “What the fuck?” my wolf growls the same words that I have to bite back so I don’t worry her. Right between her shoulder blades is a sparrow. My special name for her, and also the Greek symbol of love and connection. That is… well it’s crazy that her mark would contain such a crystal clear image of the tiny bird… but it is not that that bothers me or my wolf. The easily six inch wide wreath of monkshood surrounding the bird is what has set my beast off.

A constellation shaped like an open hand. A symbol of memory. A symbol of remembrance. A symbol of peace. The End was gone. And the Keeper had finally come home.