Protection Sigils Novels & Stories

The Dragon seemed to have shaken himself and was already gliding through the grasslands, breathing fire down at the SHS guns pointed right at him. Elijah's massive grey dragon gave a huff of relief at the sight of his son and rushed after him to scale the wide area where SHS guns were laid. 'The potion worked, Little Wolf.' Dom informed Iris, who had been impatiently waiting for news. She sighed in relief. Master Aikis had collaborated with the Capricorn Witches to create a shield against SHS dark magic, so that only the chemical might render the person slightly weak for a while but couldn't reach the animal. The potion had been distributed to all of Dom's army.

His lips were almost white, and the bond between us felt so tenuous that every breath I took was a plea. I touched her forehead. “I’ll be back,” I told her. “And so will you.” She didn’t answer. My soul cracked; I stood up and looked at the gods. “Protect my family,” I snapped violently. The Luna Goddess nodded. “We can’t fight the battle for you,” she whispered. “But you can protect them,” I snapped without fear. The goddess didn’t hesitate; she held out her hands, and a silver dome enveloped Eloise, Emmett, Grace, Temra, Isa, and our son. The creature roared with fury at the sight of the protection. That told me it was important.

“If it’s important, it’s fine. Let’s go downstairs before they think we’re having makeup sex.” I chuckled. “They’re probably thinking it right now.” “So what is it about?” I lifted my abdomen and showed him the sigil. “It’s a protective symbol from evil, demons, devil, black magic, etc.” “I saw that on his chest.” “His mother put it on him, and he knew how to do it. He will do for the four of you, that’s if you agree.” “Okay. You need to see Ren first.” “Of course.” I went outside the house, and he looked pale. “Hey.”

If I'm not human, then what am I? “—And I promise I'll explain everything in due time. But the moment you step out this door, you'll be attacked again. Not by one, but by several other Mystics. It's what those monsters are called.” Monsters. I need to leave. “I—” “I killed off one siren before Liam. And while fighting him, I sensed three other mystics approaching.” He glances at the wall clock. “In exactly forty-two minutes, I'll turn in for the night. Within that period, I'll take you wherever you need to go. And then I'll bring you back.”

From Valoria came the sigils—markings carved by every race. Wolves, Lycans, dragons, humans—any creature could channel their own magic into these symbols. Protection, healing, fire, illusion… The sigils could do almost anything. But no matter who wielded them, their power always bent to the wielder’s species: shifters enhancing shifts, fae weaving glamour, dragons bending flame. Farther still, across storm-choked seas, lay Drakonis.

With a shard of obsidian, her mother etched the sigil; they were precise strokes forming the seven-pointed star, crescent curling protectively around it. “Now,” her mother whispered, pricking Aria’s finger lightly. A drop of blood fell onto the sigil, seeping into the grooves. The glass flared briefly to her surprise, as if recognizing its owner. “It is yours,” her mother said. “And with it, your power will never be stolen completely. You will always find a way to recover it even if something happens.” Aria held it close, its weight cool and firm in her palm. “I’ll keep it safe. I promise.”

She set the mirror at her feet and spoke before anyone could speak the word pity. “This is not ritual fashion,” she said. Her voice was low, not theatrical—certain. "I can do this. I have to do this." Her hands flexed. “These protective sigils anchor to living blood. They will keep wards from reading us, will slow the bleed of song-wards. They are not foolproof, but they will be able to buy us some time.” “Time,” Cassius echoed, like someone tasting medicine. Xander watched her. The way he watched was the memory of him - golden eyes that had seen too much and still found cause to warm. He stepped closer until the light carved him into sharper edges, until his breath sighed in the same air as

Aunt Dee threw up a barrier, and the impact rattled the realm, but the shield held barely. “Sarai!” Dee shouted. “Now would be a good time to use what you learned!” Sarai’s hands shook. Not from fear. From restraint. The forbidden word pressed at her throat again, eager, sharp, but she didn’t let it loose. Instead, she reached inward not for power, but for alignment. Protection. Choice. She spoke a different word. Not forbidden. Inherited. The ancestors answered immediately. The realm flared gold. The Hunters froze mid strike as glowing markings flared across their armor, ancient sigils burning through the pale metal like brands.

"It really holds him? Permanently? There's no possibility he'd be able to discover an loophole, a resonance flip, a temporal aberration to come back through?" Sama Arthur indicated a nod. "The sigil is not a purely magical construct, Paul Wason. It's constructed out of the very fabric of our dimension's own temporal signature. It's like trying to cram a square peg into a sphere, but on a universe-wide scale. His vibrational frequency is now entirely out of sync with ours. He'll manifest in millions of other realities, thrum through liminal vacuums, but he will never appear here again. It is absolute."

“You’ve never seen the need because I’ve always made sure you were protected. Natalie, you are the heir to a billion-dollar company. You need protection. Last night, nobody knew where you were.” “I was out with friends.” “And this morning? You won’t be in your apartment.” “With a friend.” A blush reddened her brown skin. “I’ve realised the security companies we’ve been using are not good enough. I’ve hired a new company and they come highly recommended. Owners of the company are former Navy Seals and so are the people working for them. I have a feeling someone with military training will handle you and your tactics.” “Daddy!”