Genshin Seals Novels & Stories

Hira's hair is turning gold and her eyes are now glowing intense blue. And what made my soul shook is the dragon tattoos on both arms. One has a ruby redlining while the other has an arctic blue lining. It's the Goddess' Seal. And only beings with great power can have this. It is said that this seal is too dangerous, for the dragons themselves are contained in the seal. It can drain the power of anyone if he is not strong enough to regenerate his power once it's consumed by the seal. I've already read a few books about that seal before, but I didn't expect that it would be this terrifying in person.

When Edgar dug out the item from the box, everyone gasped out loud. "That's a Verdant Seal!" "It's carved out of the finest white sapphire! I can tell that its grade is far from common at first glance!" "It looks like a royal seal of the past. Perhaps a king had once used it in a previous era." While everyone was busy hazarding their guesses, Winston said with a smile, "Father, this seal belongs to the legendary King Seid Valtrayne. Take a good look at it." "Is that so?" Edgar peered at the Verdant Seal closely. He soon found out that the seal's material was pure white and clear to the eye. The carvings on the seal were extremely intricate, and the seal itself was very smooth, just like a mi

Moreover, the seal in Kat's body was exceedingly rare, and Frank himself only learned of it by chance in one of the ancient texts in the Mystic Sky Sect's archives. The seal was usually casted by a martial elite related to the host to protect a less talented progeny, and at great costs to said martial elite. The seal was capable of absorbing any vigor and pure vigor around the host, so hostile martial artists were effectively powerless around them, even no different from a normal person. Naturally, the seal had limits—it would not work against a martial elite who completed Ascendant rank. Moreover, the first burst of vigor the host would hone would be nullified even if they managed to beat t

Elders, warriors, strategists they filled the circular chamber, their voices a low murmur that swelled into a storm as soon as the Seal was mentioned. “We should destroy it,” Elder Mora declared, her gnarled hands clutching her staff. “The Seal brings nothing but ruin. Burn it, bury the ashes.” “Destroying it might trigger something worse,” countered Kellan, the pack’s historian. “If it’s one of five, the others may be searching for it. Breaking it could draw them here.” Lucien raised a hand for silence. “The Seal is under my protection until I have more information. We will not act rashly.”

"The seal is visible about a hundred yards upslope. But there are Shadow Wolves patrolling the area—at least six that I can see." I joined him at the entrance, careful to stay hidden behind the veil of vines. The Southeastern Seal stood on a natural plateau jutting from the caldera's inner wall—a massive stone pillar covered in ancient carvings that glowed with a faint, pulsing light. Even from this distance, I could see that the glow was weak, flickering like a candle in a strong wind. "They've already begun weakening it," Sin observed grimly. "The preliminary rituals are having an effect."

Three other figures stood beside her and blurred, faceless, but radiating power that made my blood run cold. The remaining seals. Her voice brushed through my mind one last time. The second seal is mercy. The next will not be. Then she was gone. I drew in a shaky breath, pulling away from Kyren. “We don’t have much time.” Riven rubbed the back of his neck. “You just stopped glowing like a possessed star, sunshine. Maybe take five?” Silas’s gaze was grim. “She’s right. The seals are linked. The next will already be stirring.”

The raw power that had been tearing through his core like a caged animal was slowly compressed and locked in place. Landon raised his other hand and began forming seals in the empty air. His fingers moved so fast they blurred into afterimages. Every time a seal took shape, a rune shot forward and sank into Sam's body. There were the Soulbind Seal, the Mindforge Seal, the Veinlock Seal, the Quiescent Source Seal, the Seal of Ten Thousand Returns, and more. Nine supreme seals were layered one on top of the other from the outside in. From his flesh to soul and energy wells to core, they locked the chaotic energy deep inside Sam down to its very roots.

His Lycan form surged beneath the surface, barely contained by the thin veneer of control. “Sean!” Carl barked at his loyal assistant, who trailed behind him. “Yes, Alpha!” “Trace the scent. Pull every string you can. I want to know who the hell dared breach my land.” His voice was deadly calm, but his amber eyes glowed with primal rage. Sean bent down, brushing his fingers against the ground. “The binding residue here... it's council work. The Sanctum Veil. I’ve read about it in the ancient records. No one else has access to that artifact.”

Reinlief nodded his head as he assessed the completed God Sealing Orbs. "Right now all I can do is to remove three of the seals. The others are too difficult even for me." Reinlief mumbled. "Three?!" Butler Fin expressed surprise for the first time in a hundred thousand years. "Indeed. This thing has seven seals, and from what I can deduce only the owner of this thing can unlock the other 4 seals." "That's preposterous," Butler Fin stuttered. "It is nice to see you lose your composure once in a while you know," Reinlief chuckled as he downed some mead. He drank carelessly, spilling mead all over his generous beard.

“No.” Lillian didn’t flinch. “What kind of sacrifice?” The High Priestess hesitated before walking toward the altar again. “This seal was forged in war, in the death of a powerful bloodline. The magic woven into it is not just a barrier—it’s a prison.” Lillian’s stomach twisted. “Are you saying someone has to die to reinforce it?” Elaria’s silver eyes darkened. “Not just anyone.” Cassian’s growl rumbled through the chamber. “You think we’re going to let you kill Lillian?”