Symbols For Light Novels & Stories

Mayari stared at those eyes for a brief moment, it was the opposite of her cold brown ones but she admired them in silence. There is no need for words, his eyes says it all. "Then you take the front." Mayari gently pushed Evan in front of her and with her hands still on his back she finished. "I'll back you up." As soon as they reached the said darkness, the smoke dispelled, uncovering a large pentagram drawn by the wasted blood on the floor. It has complex structure, symbols, and alphabet's that Mayari could not decipher. Red candles are lit up from each surroundings of the circle and it emits a red light with the scent of iron.

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.

It happens so suddenly that the entire courtyard stills. Clouds peel back as if pulled by unseen hands, revealing the moon—brighter than it has any right to be in daylight. Its light spills downward, silver and unmistakable, washing over the space between us. Gasps ripple through the pack. The ground hums beneath my feet. The light does not touch Kael. It does not touch me. It settles between us. A faint symbol appears in the air—ancient, glowing, undeniable. A crescent wrapped around a second mark, older still.

Did I mention that she is also beautiful Light grey with a white under belly and a white streak down my back she almost looks white n silver Mom says I’m blessed by the Moon goddess because I have white fur and White fur means important roles and gifts not that I have seen anything yet I guess my gifts will come once I’m mated I wonder what gift I will have doe some have healing powers or control of elements like my Mom she can control water Anyway I’m old enough not only to find my mate now because I’m 18 that’s the age a wolf is able to sense their mate Well I’m also finally able to leave home I plan to leave for college in August so I’ve been working overtime to graduate early . I can’t w

He spoke those words emphatically and authoritatively. Moments later, my mouth fell open because of the various lights that appeared in front of us. Those lights came right from the hands we lay on. That is perhaps what King Valor once called the guardian of our powers. Amazing! They also flew in the air for a few seconds. That light is a different color that symbolizes every power that each of us possesses. They are seven colors: gold, white, brown, gray, blue, orange and violet. All of us here symbolize those colors.

The building's silhouettes suddenly became the dark night sky and the lights from their windows suddenly were twinkling. "Isn't that beautiful?" I asked when I saw a broken stoplight, the red light was blinking and the green and yellow once didn't seem to work. I thought it was aesthetically pleasing, under the gloom of the night, along the empty streets and silently passing cars. The slow blinking of that stop light seemed to harmonize with the quietness of the evening. I looked at Edgar and he was frowning at the stop light. "Pretty much could cause traffic, goodness, that should be fixed," he said and I rolled my eyes at him.

I slightly shivered but I regained my composure and focused on the balls of darkness. He raised my hands near my chest, the left at the bottom and the right on top. The black balls merged and the symbol produced a ball of light. It shone blindingly that made them gaze away except for me. I just stared until it reflected in my eyes and exploded into sparkling dust then evaporated. “Signanted tenebras.” I pressed my hands inward until the glowing symbols layered each other and disappeared. “Darkness sealed,” I added.

Alex noticed the sword light had formed an extremely deep mark on the ground, but the mark healed automatically in just the blink of an eye as if it had never existed. The Mystic Maiden of the Nine Heavens asked Alex, “Little Minion, can you tell the name of this spell formation?” Alex shook his head. “It’s too complex. The Four Symbols correspond with the astronomical phenomena and the constellations in eight directions. I’ve never seen such a formation blueprint. The ancient runes here are bizarre too. I don’t know most of them.”

“There it is. The Key.” “Do not call me that,” Lena snapped. His eyes lit with fascination. “Oh,” he said softly. “She speaks.” My fists clenched. “You are not taking either of us.” He studied me for a long moment. Then nodded. “Very well,” he said. And snapped his fingers. The symbols burned into the outpost walls ignited. Red light slammed inward like a collapsing cage. The air compressed, crushing down on us from all sides. Jamal shouted behind me. Lena cried out.

Opened. Light spilled out, soft, golden, not harsh. Inside, scripture. Endless scripture. The walls themselves were inked in flowing lines of Veydrin script, a language so old, so lost, that even those born of Veydrin blood could barely piece fragments of it together. And yet, every symbol now glowed. Whole. Clear. Alive. Symbols spiraled from floor to ceiling, woven through carvings of stars collapsing, worlds folding, light breaking, and then, re-forming.