My Runes Can Be Upgraded Novels & Stories

he explained. "Crap" I said. "That's not all. I had someone do some research on multicolored wolves. She will continue to grow and develop more and more abilities and it's said that whoever mates with her will become incredibly powerful" he continued. "No wonder her family was so suspicious" I said and he agreed.

My mind races with the questions trapped in my throat, but one pushes through first: — The… rune you drew on your arm… what was it for? The wound on his forearm, carved into a symbol that looks like another language, now appears faint and pink, as if it were days old. — Runes heighten our power. Amplify specific abilities — he explains simply, the word runes hanging in the air. — I chose speed. Before I can respond, Eryon appears at the end of the hall with another man I don’t recognize. Each tosses a limp body over his shoulder as if carrying sacks of cement and starts down the stairs.

“The runes are our pack’s lifeblood, woven with the first Alpha’s blood to bind the land’s pure spirits. They protect us from corrupted spirits twisted by greed or ambition. Nightshade’s rituals have awakened such a force, targeting women of power.” Kiyiya nodded, her voice steady. “Each rune tells a story. Some guard, some heal, others… bind. We’ve strengthened them over generations, but they’re straining against Nightshade’s magic. You felt them, Aurora, because your spirit resonates with their power.” Marcus leaned forward, his roguish grin surfacing. “So, these runes are like magical poetry? Althea, you and Kiyiya must be poets, then.” His playful tone drew a soft laugh from Althea, her

“At this speed we won’t make it before the timer runs out. The bike can’t get us through the checkpoints fast enough.” Ronan glanced at her in the mirror. “Traffic is clearing up ahead. If I take the old shipping canal route, we can reach the perimeter in fifteen minutes. We’ll make it.” “No, we won’t,” Ara whispered. A new notification appeared in her vision. > SYSTEM OFFER DETECTED: > Exchange 400 Experience Points [EXP] for temporary skill activation: 'Adrenaline Overdrive'. > EFFECT: Multiplied running speed for exactly 20 minutes. > WARNING: Severe physical strain will occur upon expiration.

I folded my arms over my chest, leaning against the archway. “Verification happens near the end of this month,” Draven begrudged. “If you want to make the trade run before the snow locks the mountain passes, you have to leave in three days.” Obi glanced between us, his pale face showing a rare spark of curiosity. He had heard about the failed food drop earlier, but he clearly hadn't expected us to mount an expedition to the Rust District. “What’s the verification process?” I asked. “Simple,” Draven sneered. “You win the syndicate slot at the entrance auction.”

I asked. Rose glanced over at me. “That’s part of how we fund things here. Our warrior crew will do mercenary work for other packs. It’s a new structure Oliver implemented - lends other packs a hand while making use of our numbers here. But, to change the topic, is that little bag all you have?” I had more questions, but didn’t want to push, so I just nodded. It definitely wasn’t a wide selection of clothing I had brought, but it was just a go bag - not everything I owned.

That sounded unbelievable. Rozi struggled to explain this in modern terms, so Adrian said, "Those runes are similar to our blood circulatory system. Immortals infused their powers into these runes. This is similar to the blood being pumped through our veins, allowing us control over specific limbs. On top of that, there are all sorts of runes, each with its own password. It's like our safety boxes that can't be opened unless we know the password." "How are these passwords defined then?" Steel asked.

"You definitely are able to form three hundred pill runes, but the runes you formed can't be refined at all. "The benchmark for a sixth-grade pill is a fifty-percent refinement. I've seen the pill runes you've formed, and you won't even be able to refine them at ten percent, let alone fifty." Gilbert's face darkened. He felt like the vice-treasurer was targeting him, so he decided to just shut his mouth and straighten his back. He wanted to use his skills to prove that everything the vice-treasurer had said was wrong. Fane definitely had talent, but no one knew how long talent would hold out. He would surely catch up to Fane and exceed him tremendously.

Elara's POV "This isn't right." I stared at the rune I'd just finished, shaking my head in frustration. It glowed faintly, but it wasn't what I needed. "What's wrong?" Ryker asked, looking over my shoulder. "It's too shallow," I wiped the rune away and started over. "A basic healing rune like this only mends flesh and bone. It's useless against a wound to the soul." This was my third day in his territory. Ryker's Rune Sanctuary was even more grand than I'd imagined.

“Amy?” I reached out and snagged her hand. “His rune is a rune called the quickening. It’s to enhance a wolf’s power by feeding them an extra boost. It was used in battles of old. To give a pack the leg up if they had lower ranked members or fewer numbers.” She nodded. “But his was poisoned.” Her fingers tightened on mine. “What does that mean?” Her question was soft. Rick grabbed her other hand. “It doesn’t matter.” He leaned into her but she pulled away so she could look at him.