Parabatai Runes Novels & Stories

Dannie looked back at the book and peeled the gray cloth back, revealing the black leather cover. Faded crude lettering flowed across the cover in a small arc and a symbol with three triangles, a rune in each point was at the center. She recognized lettering as cuneiform, though how she knew what it was, she didn’t know. They read Esengoas Deitutkida - Essence Invocation. The urge to reach out and place her hand over the top of it slammed into Dannie, but her gut told her not to. But why? There was a reason. She frowned as she struggled to remember why.

The altar was about two metres wide and crimson in colour, its surface was covered with many intricate lines that gave a sense of vertigo if been stared at for long, along the circumference were twelve profound and mysterious runes. The alter served many purposes but in this instance it was used to test the bloodline of the child, if he wasn’t a pure Hunter then the alter wouldn’t even make the slightest reaction no matter what was done, apart from that it was used in testing one’s talent, after the person’s blood has been dropped at it’s very center the lines will light up with crimson light followed by the runes, the number of runes one was able to light up will correspond ones’ talent, li

I at least felt like I was making progress. The more I worked, the more I saw the patterns. The variable was defined, the action was taken out, and the result was specified. It was just like any basic physics problem. The trick was finding the right rune. Many of the runes were similar, but some would have a flourish, an accent, a wave, or a curl. I assumed if the base rune was the same, then I could declare it for that variable. The extras may mean something like male, young, virgin, or so on. That was something I would have to decipher later with Lanie's help. Or maybe I would just give up and learn each of the ancient languages. From what I could tell, this book held at least six of them.

As she walked, she whispered a silent prayer to the moon again, seeking strength and courage for what lay ahead. The cave was unexpectedly beautiful. The walls, covered in ancient runes, glowed with a faint, silvery light, casting intricate patterns across the stone. The runes were of various shapes—some curved and flowing like water, others sharp and angular, resembling the jagged peaks of mountains. Each rune seemed to pulse with its own life, a testament to the ancient power that resided within the cave.

Cutter nodded along on behalf of all of them. “So… I analyzed the runes compared to the Gaelic ones first, since that was the language Raphael had used. But there was no match, nothing decipherable. I used every example of runes I could to try to see if any language would give me a hint as to what I was looking at. Finally, I decided to think about what Nana Sue had said, so I pulled up the Hebrew Aleph-bet.” “Aleph-bet?” Rider asked. “Were the ancient Hebrews all really bad spellers.”

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.

"This isn’t for scrying. I use it to record lectures." He tapped the crystal ball and it glowed neon purple. Professor Goode’s raspy voice echoed from it, "Perthro is the fourteenth rune of the Elder Futhark runic alphabet denoting the voiceless bilabial stop or p-sound. It means ‘unknown’ and is the rune of fate. It’s the rune of probability and the role of luck. The universe at play–" It stopped when he tapped it again. "Useful," she remarked. "Right? Makes my life easier. They didn’t even release these till I was in seventh grade," he explained. "I had to rely on an enchanted pen to write lectures down for me and somebody had to read my notes to me later. It was the worst."

Boom, light exploded out, white as lightning, burning hot. Kael howled. Not in a dignified way, either. The silver bands flared, the junk he’d pumped in getting fried out by the holy fire of “not today, Satan.” His grip slipped, sweat popping across his forehead. “The runes are absolute!” he gasped. “You can’t undo them!” Lyra rolled her eyes and shoved harder, silver on silver, old power on old wounds. “I’m not breaking them, genius. I’m fixing them. Giving them a reboot. Taking out your garbage.”

Isolde, scanning the runes, mused, "This one radiates anger. So, to counter it, we'll need..." "Calm," Liora finished for her, closing her eyes and murmuring a spell of serenity. The rune reacted, shimmering and then fading. Elysia darted forward, pointing at a rune pulsing with a haunting blue hue. "This one... It's sorrow." Niamh stepped forward, her voice filled with determination. "Then we combat it with joy." Conjuring a series of light orbs that danced and twinkled, she directed them toward the sorrowful rune, which reacted by glowing warmly and dissipating.

Run. Run. Run.