Curse Rune Novels & Stories

I saw Alexander biting his wrist in secret, trying to feel anything, but there was color returning to his cheeks. I saw Kai Jr. my silent shadow of a son sitting in the dark, unblinking, but his chest rose and fell with steady breath. They were stabilizing. The curse that had been eating them from the inside was transferring, flowing into me through the dark channels the runes had carved in my soul. I couldn't lose them. Not to fate. Not to a curse. Not when I had the power to save them, even if the cost was everything I was. The final rune was carved into my throat.

An ancient rune was hidden in the heart’s center. It was the rune’s effect that pulled in all the evil Chi from her body. If he wanted to help her dispel the curse that had already taken effect, he had to remove the cursed rune hidden in her heart. Seeing Alex’s somewhat awkward expression, the grandmother asked, “Lord Saint, is it a little too difficult to cure? This curse of mine is definitely harder to handle than the unmanifested ones. Never mind, I’ve lived long enough. I’m already satisfied that I can see the Lord Saint’s advent in my remaining life. From now on, our Naga tribe will put our faiths in Lord Saint... Lord Saint, please take care of my granddaughter Shado too.”

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.

Though he possessed healing abilities, he knew he wasn't the strongest, and if Meynard had failed, what chance did he have? Yet, he had to try. The thought spurred him into action, fueled by desperation and a glimmer of hope. Aleksander extended his hand, his brown eyes flashing with a golden glow before he closed them. "Luna, mater sancta, sana animam." he whispered, his voice filled with urgency. (Moon, gentle mother, heal her soul.) A soft, brown light emanated from his hands, enveloping Alina's form. The crowd held its collective breath as Alina's convulsions ceased, the blood halting its flow.

The runes steadied, a brief and beautiful clarity, the prophecy yielding its secrets if only for a moment. "The curse born of betrayal, sealed in blood and bone," he read quickly, the words tumbling out like a long-buried confession. The runes flickered, and he pressed on, desperate to hold on to the meaning. "Can only be broken when—" Then nothing. The symbols danced back into chaos, and the final answers slipped through their fingers like ash. Lucas's frustration exploded, a kinetic force that rattled the table and their resolve. "Damn it," he cursed, slamming his fist down hard. The scroll rolled shut, mocking them with its silence.

She had only heard about them in passing a dark magic, forbidden by all but the most sinister of sorcerers. She stood up abruptly, a sense of urgency seizing her chest. These runes were a warning. Someone had placed them here intentionally, and it wasn’t just coincidence that Damon had been the one to fall victim to them. No, this was much worse than a simple rogue attack or misfortune. This was the curse. The pack was under attack from something far more insidious than they could possibly imagine.

It was one of the reasons I kept him close and also, occasionally, one of the reasons I found him exhausting. I stopped walking. He stopped too, looking at me, waiting. "Have you noticed something?" I said. He frowned slightly. "What?" "The ground," I said. "That sound it makes. That deep, low vibration that runs through the floor of the east wing every few days." I looked at him. "It hasn't happened once since she arrived this morning." Riven was quiet for a second. "So?" he said, but his voice had lost some of its certainty. "So the stories are true," I said. "The curse was never one-sided. It was never just something the Vales carried. We carry our half of it too, and we need them to surv

“Just hold on for me.” The memory of her last look haunted him—the tremor in her fingers, the black glow beneath her skin, and her whisper before she fainted: “The curse wants you too.” Cole clenched his jaw. “Not if I can help it.” The woods stirred. Leaves rustled. Shadows moved between the trees—too silent, too smooth. He drew his sword. The steel gleamed faintly, runes glowing blue against the curse’s taint. And then he saw it—a creature emerging from the mist.