Anemo Sigil Novels & Stories

The liquid burns as it enters my bloodstream—not painful exactly, but deeply uncomfortable, like ice and fire mixing in my veins. Then she places her hand on my lower abdomen, and I feel warmth spreading beneath her palm. "The sigil is forming," she murmurs. "Hold still." The warmth becomes heat, then pressure, then a strange tingling sensation that makes me want to squirm away. But I hold still. After what feels like an eternity but is probably only thirty seconds, she pulls her hand back. "Done. The sigil is in place." I look down to see a faint silver mark just below my navel—intricate, beautiful, like Celtic knotwork mixed with moon phases.

“And yours. Should keep the vamp scum down for long enough to stake them. It’s spell work, essentially – the sigils, once inside the body, will hold them frozen in place, unable to fight back.” “The sigils?” I asked, eyebrows raised. The crowd parted enough for me to slip through, eager to inspect the detailed work. Lines and shapes had been scored into each tiny bullet, circles and crosses and arches interlinking to create archaic shapes. Beside me, Sierra hummed her quiet approval. “An old friend of mine up in Lywnedd has a particular talent for carving. I gave her the notes you two shared with us, and she managed to create these.”

Look. The image shifted. On the small of her back, where her skin had once been flawless, a dark red sigil now bloomed. It was the design Aiden had personally created for me, the symbol of the highest honor in the Black Moon Pack: the Luna's sigil. [See? He's already carved his mark on me. Now, this spot is mine.] I didn't reply. I just severed the disgusting mental connection. After fixing my disheveled hair and makeup, I walked out from the shadow of the ancient tree as if nothing had happened.

Raven stepped forward immediately, pulling a jade talisman from her sleeve and handing it to Serena. Serena raised the object high. The sunlight caught the intricate carving of a Phoenix rising. Instantly, every Enforcer dropped to one knee, heads bowed low to the ground. "The Luna Queen’s Sigil is here," Serena’s voice rang out, laced with Alpha command. "To see the Sigil is to see Luna Queen Eleanor herself. Princess Aria, why do you not kneel?"

“More than you could imagine.” “You’re human enough,” Sofia said, more sure of that than she was a couple of minutes ago. More, even, than he seemed to be. “You could get killed.” "I'm not unprepared," he said. Seeing the confusion on Sofia's face now, he pointed to the symbol etched over his heart in tattoo ink. Sofia's eyes widened in surprise as a faint blue glow emanated from it—until she realized her eyes were playing tricks on her. This made her laugh. He gave her a crooked grin for which her heart skipped a beat for a different reason. "It’s a sigil. Sympathetic magic. The ink is mixed with the blood of a vampire, so it gives me certain regenerative abilities."

I was caught in the act but I definitely would not let him believe that. "Mhm, I can practically see your over-inflated ego but just so you'd know, I wasn't staring at you. You kinda look like someone I know so just confirming." I lied. He smirked harder and shook his head, "Oh yeah?" "Mhm." I nodded. His eyes drifted to my doodle and he took my note to have a proper look. "What do you call this?" He raised a perfectly shaped brow. "A baby angel." I grinned. I know I draw weird things. I think weird is my middle name.

They made a bet about who will receive the most recruits and the least recruits. Hearing the explanation from Vice-captain Adam enlightened the freshmen and made them more excited. Just like a domino effect, one after another students approached the fishbowl and made a beeline. After the first student, the succeeding ones are of the house Amarok. House Amarok obtained five consecutive members and for the sixth student a new Sigil appeared and what they saw is a skeletal Ghost whale. Once again the students looked at the vice leaders and made some guesses about whose Master represented this sigil.

Only silence. She wove through the narrow streets. At the bottom of an incline, she turned and looked up a thin, cobblestone street. Diana saw him then. Him. The brother. The one with the eagle tattoo on his back. He walked towards her, his pace steady. Face contorted. She couldn’t tell if he smiled or screamed. Terror gripped her. The ground underneath their feet shook and the brother stopped. Behind him, there came a gigantic tide of blood, meat, and paint. It rushed towards her. He became a part of the wave and together they thundered downhill, splattering the white walls in fans of red.

When they were done, they moved to the next house without any words spoken. The sigil as it was seen was one that could be remembered. One was The Sigil of Magikal energy and the other that was scribbled by the latter individual on the other house was a Pentagram with letters on three sides of it. A 'V' on the head of the pentagram, an 'A' on one of the legs of the pentagram and a 'C' on the other leg of the drawn item. Source : Born By Power Book Number : Book 4

Cessare had told them not to go up to witness the battles because it would only aggravate their nervousness, so all Akana and Ceren could do was wait. Then the emissary came in. "Akana den Rifabeinn," he proclaimed, and Cessare spoke quietly with the emissary before he rushed away. "Get a move on! Your first opponent is a Windmage, so this should go fast," said Cessare. All the Firemages in the room rushed back and forth. Akana got a medallion with Mayin's seal on. Two spires, which crossed each other in a rune decorated circle. The Mayin's seal was also the symbol of all the mages and, of course, also for the Magicum course.