Protection Sigils Novels & Stories

“Then he finally accepts what you are becoming.” Zaria stiffened, but Mara didn’t wait for a reply. She gestured to the floor. “Come. Today, we begin.” ⸻ The ritual started with chalk. At least, that’s what Zaria thought—until Mara pressed a stick into her hand and she felt heat radiate from it, the faint vibration of something alive. Not chalk. Bone, burned down to ash, bound with blood. “Sigils are power,” Mara said. “Language older than speech. Every line a command. Every curve a binding. The difference between savior and destroyer is whether your hand wavers when you carve.”

She snatched the ring from my hand and held it up to the moonlight. "This is hilarious!" "This piece of trash is nothing but worthless iron painted to look like bronze." She snapped the ring in two in front of everyone. The metal broke with a sharp snap. "A real Benedetto signet ring looks like this." Carmela raised her left hand. On her ring finger, a solid gold family crest gleamed in the candlelight. I stared at the metal shards in my palm, then at Salvatore on the steps. I prayed he would give me an explanation.

“You will be dead within days. The Conti’s already sent Gina to threaten you, they won’t give up.” “How do you know about Gina?” She asked surprised. “It dosen’t matter. Now do you want this deal or not?” “You promise to let me go after six months?” She asked carefully. “Yes. Think of it like a business deal.” “Fine I accept.” “Good. That means no running away and doing what you are told. Agreed?” “I agree.” “And I promise to protect you.” He stretched out his hand, she took it reluctantly, knowing she was making a deal with the devil.

she said, her voice steady despite the fear curling in her gut. “I figured you’d say that,” Mira said, tossing her a small leather pouch. Serena caught it and opened it to find parchment with charcoal rubbings of the runes. She unrolled them and crouched near the fire, letting the flickering light dance across the ancient marks. Her breath hitched. “This one... this is a binding sigil.” Elias crouched beside her. “Binding?” She nodded. “It’s old magic used to anchor something. Or someone.”

She exclaimed making me rush over “The Art of Warding: Shielding the Spirit, Mind, and Flesh.” was written on it. Finally. I took the book from her grasp and filled it over. It was written in ancient tongue but I could understand the diagrams that showed protective barriers, glowing sigils and spells that repealed dark magic. “This is exactly what we need.” I said. “If we can learn how to cast these spells or infuse them into our armor then we'll have a great fighting chance at whatever Zerathos throws our way.”

I need to protect myself. "I'll sign," I whisper after a second.

It was such a laughable thought. “Vampires aren’t witches, but we hold magic inside of us. It’s a small amount, but it’s there, nonetheless. Vampires from strong ranks are able to be more in tune with it if they learned how. This sigil acts as a loyalty meter,” she explained. Then she took a clean blade and sliced her palm, holding it over his new carving. I had to push aside the ridiculous jealousy that he was anywhere near her blood. “The addition of my blood then gives him some loyalty to me. The sigil is a well-kept secret. He won’t leave here alive, so it doesn’t matter if the secret’s revealed now.”

"And overnight, I found myself not complying with the greatest and most absolute rule in my world. Obey my creator. Because I created feelings for you. Not for his human part, for the soul that was underneath. And then... I knew that fate had strange plans for us.” "You chose to protect me, even though you are no longer my guardian "I said gently. "I realized very early that I would always choose you, my light," he said softly, as if fearing to be heard. "And I'm still choosing, even after all.” Miguel nodded in silence again, and then I turned my gaze to the same direction as him, to the finger he touched on my necklace. The index finger that continues a ring. Now from so close I could see

“If you don’t believe me, then. I don’t know what else am I supposed to say.” “Hey, stop glaring at her like that,” argued Micah, who stood in front of Soleil. “I’m doing nothing?” lied Soleil as she looked down at her fingers. “Right. You haven’t even answered us. Since when did you get close to them?” Micah angrily asked Soleil. “I want to be friends with them. You have a problem?” “Duh,” Micah placed a hand on her waist. “We promised that we’ll not involve ourselves with them. You do know who those girls are. They’re not just queen bees, but their families are powerful.”

It felt like they have been walking for hours now but they seemed to be lost, the compass that they were using malfunctioned. In this situation, Incur had no other choice but to use magic. He does not want to because he is saving his energy for a more important reason. Before he could even try to cast a spell, Primo stopped him. He told him that he should reserve his energy and that he will be the one to do it. They both agreed to this and so Primo started by creating a pentagram. He then bit the tip of his left thumb to suck out a pinch of blood then spewed it on the pentagram. This made the pentagram glowed forcing the fog to burst in the atmosphere.