Bind Runes Tattoo Novels & Stories

Blackened silver, with red metal that seemed to pulse like raw flesh. The girl saw it too. Her eyes narrowed. And then the flames consumed her. I jerked awake, lungs heaving, soaked in sweat. My right hand ached. When I looked down, I saw the rune burned into my palm. Not sketched, but branded. A protection sigil, jagged and ancient, warm to the touch. I curled my fist into a tight ball. Someone, or something, had sent that vision to me. It could be the Runebound bloodline. Or it could be something older, something long dead. I didn’t know who the girl was, but I knew the message.

Its trunk is smooth and pale, almost luminous in the moonlight, and the runes carved into its bark are different—more complex, more deliberate, arranged in patterns that seem to shift when viewed from different angles. I approach cautiously, drawn by curiosity yet mindful of the strange presence I felt moments ago. The runes pulse with subtle energy, visible even to my ordinary brown eye. One symbol in particular catches my attention—a spiraling design reminiscent of the dragon tattoo between my shoulder blades. It seems to brighten as I draw nearer, responding to my proximity.

Throwing all her and Bernice's hard work to the wind. Well, she would look on the bright side and consider this a fortune, rather than a misfortune because she would soon be twelve million dollars rich in a few days and a multimillionaire in a few months. All because of him, her eyes gazed up to his face. He was now fast asleep, snoring softly. His breathing was labored as his chest rose and fell in a rhythm. Her eyes roamed all over his body, taking in every detail. She noticed a weird pattern of small letters drawn in the form of a tattoo across the blades of his back, they seemed ancient but familiar. They were old Germanic letters, popularly known as runes. She remembered them from her c

I pointed to the one I had. "More like a scar." She shook her head and reached into a drawer and pulled out a leather-bound journal, flipping through pages covered with symbols and notes. "What I will make is more complex than what you have. The rune has to be carved into the skin with a blessed blade, then sealed with specific oils and incantations. It's painful, and once it's done, it can't be undone." That process sounded excruciating and beyond painful, but the protection it offered was worth it.

he snickered. The fearless rune just like every other rune on my body, is a supernatural symbol drawn on my skin. Each rune has it's function. The fearless rune, just as the name implies, makes it impossible for me to fear anything. Due to my position as a guardian, it is necessary to have these runes. There were creatures that preyed on people's fears. Defeating these creatures would mean that we were fearless, hence the need for the fearless rune. I stood up and took off my shirt. Lucian stood behind me, his finger brushing the fearless rune on my back, just below my shoulders.

But one rune she had learnt to draw by heart. Her gaze darted to Yvonne’s wiggling fingers and the first sparks of magic and then flickered to Dorian preparing to pounce, his wolf coming to the surface. ‘No…I can’t let her harm him,’ she thought and raised her hand. With her forefinger, she drew the Algiz (ᛉ) rune, the rune for protection and connection to the divine. Yvonne’s hands faltered, the magic flickering slightly as Serena pushed the glowing rune slightly when it was completely, waiting with bated breath to show it’s magic and just when Yvonne’s mouth opened, no doubt to spew a snark, the light from the rune fluttered and swirled around Serena and Dorian.

I blush realizing he is talking about my mark from Freya, as Osric pats my back with a nod. “It’s good to see you and Liliana happy with Freya, she is good for you two,” Osric softly speaks as he rocks Roan, pouring himself some whiskey. “It’s good to feel the bond being so complete, I can’t imagine how you and Embry dealt with not having Raven at first, and missing Jonathan. What is Raven getting tattooed?” I question while downing my tumbler of whiskey, and Osric smirks. “It was hard being patient and waiting for them, but it is always worth the wait. She is getting a red raven done out of Viking knots in honor of our victory against Orin,” Osric answers, making me nod as it sounds like a

It’s like water that flows in her hand. “Be careful Thana.” “I know what I am doing. I wonder what is this place?” “Well, it might be a secret tunnel at the end of this cave.” There was a doubt in her mind. She is more likely to release the blue color in her palm that the water is coming out and in her other palm is the green color symbolizes the air. It’s like a hurricane that circling in her palm. “Lets go. We need to get outside before it’s too late.”

But for now, this is my place and I will fight for it. Hanne finishes her blessing and then takes her ceremonial knife and cuts the remaining mark into the back of my hand. The line connecting the ground and sky is already there. As are the roots and leaves. The lines representing the air and water are also already healed. She added the open hands to the sides and the Berkano rune over the centerline. Hanne used the ashes from the fire to darken the scars. When she is done, I seal it with some of my black sap to expedite the healing.

“is just for fun.” Heat climbed up my neck. “And what’s the fun one supposed to mean?” “You’d have to find out for yourself.” His voice dipped low again, and I swore my heart skipped. One of his friends Ryan grin leaned in then, resting an elbow on the table. “You’re not the only one with ink worth showing off,” he said, tugging up his own sleeve. The tattoo was intricate, swirling with roses and blades, like beauty tangled with danger. The other two joined in, each showing me their designs a phoenix across one’s back that peeked over his collar, a serpent winding down another’s arm in precise, dangerous curves.