Blank Rune Isaac Novels & Stories

he growled. The rouge in the black cloak laughs sardonically. “Oh, you can’t kill me, alpha. I’m the key to your heir’s life…” the rouge smiled wickedly, and a small bottle appeared in front of him at some point. “Does it ring a bell, alpha?” Drake and Beta Dillon look disappointed. “How dare you!” Drake growled.

“Down dog. I am offering my help.” I look at him quizzically as he casually leans against a tree with his arms crossed. He has dark jeans on with a plain black tee shirt and black leather jacket. The stranger has thick black hair and brown eyes. He eerily looks like Ryan and I notice Isaac immediately bends down on one knee like he is addressing royalty or something. “Who are you?” I get more annoyed as the stranger smirks and tells Isaac to stand as if he vexed with my question. “My name is Tristan. I’m Ryan’s brother.”

Marcus and I had postured unity and deployed Darius, a shared assassin to exploit Caleb's frailty, the boy's moony eyes on the girl softening his killer instinct—but I'd dispatched Ragnar covertly, tasking him to slit Darius’ throat and ferry Isabella here intact, her pulse racing for the rite. Time eroded, the moon ascending, my claws protruding as I snatched a bundle of sage from the shelf, igniting it in a torch flame, waving the smoke over the altar to purify and awaken the runes, their etchings flaring brighter, hungry for essence. I arranged the crystal amplifiers next, polishing each with a cloth soaked in my saliva—alpha marker to attune them—placing them precisely: one at head for m