Protection Sigils Novels & Stories

“So, what’s the first step?” “We need to establish a defensive perimeter,” my father explained. “We’ll begin by creating a basic barrier and then gradually increase its complexity.” I took a seat at the table, pulling over a sheet of parchment. “Let’s start with the sigil. We need to draw it precisely.” Fiona joined me, her focus unwavering as she began sketching the sigil. “How do we know if we’ve done it correctly?” “It will respond to energy,” my father said. “You’ll be able to feel the barrier forming. It’s like a shield that repels any hostile magical forces.”

We looked up at the sky as little sparkling dots surrounded the moon. “Petits Espirits” We both whispered at the same time, looking at the sky. We were still staring at the sky when we heard footsteps running. We both turned around saying Jeremy’s name simultaneously, knowing it was him. He was pointing at the sky. “Petits Espirits” He called out loud. “Yeah so?” I asked him. “Legend says that they come down to protect the protector of the Magna. Et toi, petits esprits, tu seras envoyé de l'Eden au-dessus pour protéger le protecteur de Magna.” I gave him a look, destroying the moment.

"They'll be working directly under my command." The three men stepped forward simultaneously. "Miss Adriana," Enzo said, "I'd like you to meet the Trio. Your father personally assigned them to protect you." "'Trio?' That's the best name you could come up with? Sounds ridiculous." She folded her arms. "So Dad really assigned me four bodyguards?" "Three bodyguards," Enzo corrected calmly. "And one Head of Security." Adriana rolled her eyes. "Whatever." Enzo opened the passenger door of the Bugatti and looked at her. "Are you ready to see your father?"

My wolf went from alert to locked in. "Describe the underneath," I said. Seraphine thought about it for a second. She has that precise way of talking when she's pulling from the old pack histories her father makes her study. "Old," she finally said. "Not old like age. Old like it comes from something that existed before modern packs. Layers. A surface layer and something real underneath." Another pause. "I've read about this in Southern Crescent records. Old concealment stuff. A witch who wants to pass as one of us can use a dampening sigil. Applied at the blood level. It copies wolf scent close enough to fool most people." She looked straight at me. "But not close enough to fool an Alpha wh