Bind Runes Tattoo Novels & Stories

“And that one represents ‘sacrifice.’” “How do we align them?” I asked, wiping sweat from my brow. Althea hesitated. “We have to find their counterparts. Each rune has an opposite—light and dark, strength and vulnerability, life and death. When we pair them correctly, they’ll lock into place.” I nodded, my mind racing. The runes shifted constantly, their patterns overlapping in a way that made my head spin. “Here!” I said, pointing to a symbol shaped like a sunburst. “This has to be the counterpart to the shadow rune.”

The four types of tattoos were the Alpha tattoo, the Beta tattoo, the Zeta tattoo, and the member tattoo. My tattoo had seven moons at the top of my back with two versions of the Helm of Awe on each shoulder blade. In the middle of my back was Yggdrasil, the tree of life with a wolf head coming out of the roots. Finally, below the wolf and running down my spine was my name in Old Norse. In the middle of Yggdrasil’s branches, the Alpha sign of our pack was cleverly blended in.

She shrugged and walked away, but at the back of all the world it seems she left a knife beneath the ribs. I caught her into the gardens, head held high, with her heels tapping along the stones like commas and full stops. That is what I saw. Just as the wind shifted, her sleeve lifted slightly. There, on her wrist— A faint glow. A binding rune. The kind only witches—or cursed wolves—wore. I stiffened, instincts snapping awake like a struck nerve. No one wore binding runes by accident. They were etched in secrecy. Marked in blood. Hidden unless activated.

Under the golden light, countless ancient runes were packed together. This was the transformation of the Ancient Forbidden Spell of the Twelve Runes. Initially, only twelve runes were engraved on his golden core and surrounded it. He hadn’t reached Nascent Soul yet, but these runes looked like they were continuously copying and pasting themselves, multiplying without any signs of stopping. They circulated his meridians and opened up more acupuncture points. More runes poured from the acupoints, as well as the forbidden spell. They looked like they formed into cocoons that transformed into butterflies to achieve completion.

“By blood and by oath, I bind you to this ritual. Render your power unto me!” A figure wreathed in smoke and shadow emerged from the depths of the chamber, Imreth himself, chains rattling. His molten eyes glowed with both fury and respect. He extended a clawed hand, and the pillar’s flame ran up his arm, forging a scarlet brand on his gauntlet. In that moment, the trio of runes; wolf, moon, flame, blazed in unison, and the basin’s waters exploded upward in a column of blood that rained down in gentle droplets.

I wasn't sure whether it was cooking or spell-casting, but she seemed fairly busy with it. I pulled my right sleeve back and exposed my inner forearm. I already had two other marks there, one a circle, the other a square with runes and other symbols in them. I cleaned a bare area with rubbing alcohol then applied a bit of ointment. I twisted off the lid to the ink. I could smell the musky metallic scent of it. It was some creature's blood mixed with metal to help the tattoo settle. I dipped the needles in the ink then stabbed myself in the arm repeatedly.

“They’re not wolves anymore. They’re something worse—hunters bound by inked runes and blood oaths. Their power comes from corruption.” “And mine?” He glanced at her then, eyes reflecting the moon’s glow. “Yours comes from what they lost. The pure form of the runes—the original ink. You’re not just marked, Ayla. You are the mark.” She opened her mouth to protest, to tell him how insane that sounded—but then her arm flared again, sending a ripple of warmth up her spine. The tattoos on Kian’s neck glowed faintly in response, like matching frequencies finding one another.

Before I did something reckless, I stood and went to the shower. When I came out wearing just shorts, I noticed her gaze drift to the tattoo on my chest—a rune, etched beside my heart. It was a rune of eternal memory, used to safeguard a special memory. Its intricate, delicate design formed a circular pattern symbolizing continuity and eternity, its lines glowing faintly like candlelight. In the center, small symbols surrounded a tiny face, representing the connection and permanence of the memory. The rune creates a magical shield, protecting the memory from being forgotten or corrupted by time or external events. Her gaze took me back to the day I had that rune tattooed. But I returned to t

Belenus grabs my hand pulling me past him, he lets some of his royal aura trickle out. “Fuck off, Travis!” he says to the guy who looks ready to attack my cousin. He doesn't let go of my wrist until we are in his locker room. “Stay away from the fighters, stay beside me until the others arrive” he says in a low voice, I just nod. The scent has gone when we leave the other room, or maybe I have just imagined it. Belenus pulls his shirt over his head, the minute he turns I notice the new tattoos on his back I am about to turn away when I realise they aren’t normal tattoos, they are runes tattooed into the design. He turns back, and frowns at me.

even with my capped sleeve she can see my shoulder is sans tattoo. “I was told to get a discreet one, so it’s disguised on my back.” She looks confused. “What do you mean?” “Apparently, they can work the runes into any pattern or shape, or hide them. Sage designed an amazing phoenix and worked the runes into it. I’ll show you later.” “What?” Her eyes widen. “I just got the boring Task Force circle. You’re telling me I could’ve gotten something nice instead?” I laugh. “Yep. Sorry.” “Man.” She huffs. “That’s unfair.”