Magic Seal Novels & Stories

I waited for some seconds before following him. We drove to the said location and it was a company that produces Beverages. "Are you kidding me?" Josh said. "If he is a secret agent, it's possible this is their base. Secret being the key word" I said as I unlocked the car and got down. Josh did the same thing. We entered the company. The security stopped us. "I'm sorry, you can't go in" he said. "I can't go in? It's really urgent. There's someone I want to see. A life depends on it" I said

He said again then tried to see if her birthday matches the password of the vault. He was almost insulted when Amore's birthday hit the vault password. "Goddammit! Have I known her since before? How come her birthday becomes my password?" He immediately opened the vault and his eyes widened when he saw a not-so-small vessel ... It even had stains that had turned black. "It is true and not only a dream. I used to hide this for almost 17 years, without doing anything." He opened that container and he saw a letter and USB.

In the early morning light, a sense of renewal hung over Silverwood Falls. The town was slowly returning to its former self, but the scars of battle remained. As I navigated through the reconstructed town hall, sorting through the myriad of tasks that came with leadership, a sealed envelope marked with a strange insignia caught my eye. The envelope was unlike any I had seen before—elegant and old-fashioned, with a wax seal depicting a crescent moon intertwined with a wolf's head. Intrigued, I broke the seal and unfolded the letter within.

"Tonight." Mira took it and I didn't miss the way her hands were shaking. I eyed her once. “What is it?” “Your… your personal seal. Not the alpha seal.” “Private messages,” I said once and looked back at the patrol reports spread across the table. I returned back to the business of running a pack who didn't still trust me enough to run it. Howeer, I didn't miss the look on Mira’s face when she walked to the door. Her steps were even and her breathing was controlled. The sealed letter trembled in her hands and when she got to the threshold, she paused. Her eyes to dropped to the crescent seal pressed into the wax for half a second before she stepped into the corridor and shut the door tightly

“You’ll get more than that.” That night, I found the envelope on my pillow. Thick vellum, sealed in wax—black, with a silver crescent pressed into it. Inside was a folded note. No signature. Just four words, written in a hand I knew well: Bring your best lie. Beneath it, a second slip: a masquerade token—dark opal, smooth, and marked with the symbol of a sealed eye. I turned it over in my fingers. So this was it.

Marcus's face changed immediately, the color draining from it in an instant. "What have you found?" Ellie held it beneath the flashlight, tilting it so the beam caught the mark at an angle. The blue circle wasn't ink. It was wax. A seal. Barely visible after twenty-five years. Or, more likely, after someone had deliberately tried to scrape it away and hadn't quite finished the job. Marcus took one involuntary step backward, his shoulder catching the edge of the conference table. "No..." Damien noticed. "You recognize it." Marcus didn't answer.

“Should I mobilize some men from Italy, to join them?” “That sounds like a good idea, do that as soon as possible.” “I have drafted a letter containing your order for that, the only thing missing on it now is your seal.” “Oh!” I reached out to my inner breast pocket and brought out a seal. It had the shape of a dragon. “Where is the letter with the order in it? I'll like to review it.” I informed him. “Here it is.” Phil placed the letter on the desk. After going through the contents of the letter, I placed my seal on it making it valid. The seal was so important that, even Phil only laid his eyes on it once in a blue moon.

We entered the foyer with high ceilings and granite floors. "Wait for me here," I ordered him, pointing to a leather sofa in the reception. "The seal is in the safe in the second-floor office. I won't be more than five minutes." Mark nodded, dropping onto the sofa with a gesture of extreme exhaustion. I went up the stairs two at a time, feeling like a genius. I entered the office, opened the safe, took the gold seal with the Blackwood raven emblem, and went back down, taking barely a couple of minutes.

Faint scenes shimmered beneath the surface: the Red Moon, the battle at the Vale’s edge, my own face twisted in fear and fire. The Gate wasn’t dead. It was remembering. Vale slowed near the center of the vast chamber, where a circular dais rose from the floor. Etched into it were hundreds of symbols — wolf, moon, flame, and one sigil that pulsed faintly gold whenever I exhaled. “That’s the mark,” he said quietly. “The first seal.” I knelt, tracing a finger over the glowing symbol. The instant my skin touched it, warmth rushed through me — and the air shimmered.

"None whatsoever. This is the definition of a Geldschrank bank." "Monsieur Alexandra," she pressed, "our time tonight is short. I am going to be very direct if I may." She reached out to the gold key and flipped it over, watching the man's eyes as she revealed the Priory of Sion seal. "Does the Symbol on this key mean anything to you?" Alexandra glanced down at the fleur-de-lis seal and made no reaction. "No, but many of our clients emboss corporate logos or initials onto their keys."