Kyuubi Seal Novels & Stories

Leo stand and we all look at it. “I- I remember seeing this kind of seal in the book of history of Eurie in the palace library.” Leo said as he touches the seal. “I remember that to. It is the seal of the legendary Queen Valeriana.” Vlash said. We all look at one another before Leo untie the golden string from the rolled paper and break the seal that is keeping the paper rolled. Leo look at us before he unwrap it and he look at us after looking at the paper. “What is wrong?” Flora asks as we all wait to what he is going to say.

My boots hit the hard ground, and I felt cold eyes burning into the back of my neck. I looked up. Kaka Obsidian stood on the highest balcony, dressed in the black and gold robes of the royal family. His face looked like it had been carved from ice. His hair was dark, but his eyes were a sharp, bright silver. He wasn’t watching Kaelen or the crowd. His gaze was locked on my left hand — right where my secret seal was hidden under the skin. *Does he see it?* A cold wave of fear twisted in my stomach.

"The Air Seal is pure momentum! It has no form, no weight, I can’t bind it with my Fire or Water seals alone" "Then take mine” Gideon demanded without a second's hesitation. He pulled her around to face him, stepping directly between her and the howling wind. He brought both of his broad, calloused hands up to frame her face, his golden-amber eyes burning through the blinding light with absolute, unshakeable devotion. "My Earth Seal is stone” Gideon growled, his deep baritone vibrating through her very chest. "Root your soul in mine, Lyra. Let my core hold the ground while you catch the sky”

"He thinks he was just fulfilling a bureaucratic requirement to keep the Alpha from breathing down his neck, but he has handed us the key to the gates. Were you able to get the seal from his study without being seen, or did the guards prove to be more vigilant than we anticipated?" Kiera let out a long breath that she seemed to have been holding for hours, her posture finally relaxing just a fraction as she reached into her cloak and produced a heavy, ornate silver stamp. The seal of Darien’s house caught the candlelight, the intricate carvings of the wolf and the crescent moon glinting with a cold, metallic promise of authority. She placed it on the table beside the form, her fingers linger

"Northern seal." He set it on the table. The seal was unfamiliar — a crest Miranda had never seen, an animal above a set of crossed lines. Kyson looked at it and went very still in a different way than before. Not processing. Recognizing. "What is it?" Miranda said. "King Aldric's seal," Kyson said. He picked it up and broke it and read. His face moved through three expressions in the space of a minute, none of them good. He set the letter down and pushed it toward Miranda.

I easily recognize it from Lily’s favorite stuffed wolf toy, stained with something dark. “Hand it over,” Kenna’s voice drops to a low, dangerous whisper, “Or I give the order and that bundle becomes real. Her little head will be delivered to your door by sunrise.” The room seems to tilt beneath me, making it hard for me to breathe any longer. My fingers close around the seal, and without pushing further, I step forward and drop the heavy seal into her waiting hand. Kenna’s fingers curl around it possessively, she lifts it to the light, turning it slowly, admiring the way the runes catch the glow.

“You lie.” “Look at it!” She held the Seal aloft, and in the moonlight, the carvings seemed to deepen, to pulse with a faint, inner light. “Those are Greyer binding runes. It was made for a world where our kinds aren’t at war. It was made for someone like me.” “It belongs to the Vale!” he roared, the spell of her words broken. “Then come and claim it!” She channeled everything, fear, desperation, the dregs of her own power and the Seal’s wild echo into her legs. She launched herself upward. Her fingers scraped, then caught the rusty iron grate.

“What right do you have to take Sergio’s turfs? Just because the bastard’s gone doesn’t mean you can snake your way in and –“ SLAM! I drive the SEAL onto the tabletop and this elicits a gasp from Raphael. To the naked eye, the SEAL appears quite ordinary. It is a green marbled jade cube with a carved out phoenix on top. But there is an unusual feature to it; its perpetual shine. It never fades, not even in the darkest nights of winter. Whoever owns the SEAL controls the Mafia. And now, it is in my hands. I shoot a look at Raphael who quickly sits back down.

Christian winced, glancing at a healer before shifting his attention to Levi. “Turns out Alpha Kings have been generational inheritors for Mizkeal’s soul and the fae enchantment in the Neutral Zone is all because they have been able to master the control of Mizkeal’s soul using the lunar seal,” Levi said. “What is this seal?” Christian asked. “A seal the previous Alpha Kings had created to bring the fae lord’s soul under their control. A blessing from the moon goddess. That’s what Alpha King called it,” Levi shrugged. “So… this seal… will help Kian take over Mizkeal’s soul?” Christian squinted his eyes.

"Why do you think a Royal King was so drawn to a 'nobody' like you? You were born to hold the storm." She held out a small, jagged obsidian dagger. "The deal is this: I will give you a seal. A blood-binding that will shift half the weight of the Anchor from Killian to you. He will live. He will recover his strength." "And the catch?" "The seal will bind your life to the Coven," she whispered. "When the girl turns sixteen—when she is ready to take her throne—you will be our key to open the gates of the Abyss. You will be our servant in the shadows. Forever."