Protection Sigils Novels & Stories

I never cared much for training lectures, but somethings lodge themselves in your memory whether you want them to or not. Sigils, if I remember my basics correctly, were the magic of Clans. A powerful, nearly inexplicable trail that not only held a pack in from within, but protected it from everything external A broken sigil could be felt from miles away. That's how powerful they were. A singlemcreak or fracture could destabilise and redirect its magic. It would be traceable in seconds. But this… I almost reach for it. This isn't broken. It's bent. Tweaked, like a spine nudged just enough to make the body lean.

There are hunters afoot. The sound of a jeep rumbles in the distance, heading in the same direction. Stepping into a shadow, I pull a small tube from my pouch and wet my spirit finger. "Come here," I pull Rudy into me and as we stand chest to chest, I speak the words of a simple spell of protection, anointing his brow with a sigil for shadow, another for perception, and a final symbol for lost things. Now, to those not part of this spell, he'll be impossible to see. I tell him as much and rather than appear relieved, his body prickles with worry.

Something older, darker, had been triggered. He looked down again. The sigil was pulsing. Kaelion placed his palm near it, and the glow reacted, repulsing him with a blast of heat. Kaelion brushed her hair away from her face, cradling her as though sheer will could keep her alive. “Stay with me, little one. Come on.” Then, a light glowed beneath the blood. He flinched back as golden sigils carved themselves into her stomach, burning through her skin like fire branding flesh. An intricate spiral formed, ancient and forbidden, It was indeed the Sigil of Undoing.

“Regina isn’t going to like inhabit your body is she? Cause I’ve got to say, it was a little creepy the last time that happened.” Sterling’s lips lifted at the corner, “Yeah, I’m sure it was. And no, there will be no spirits possessing my body this time.” He pointed to the symbol, directing his finger over the intersecting lines. “These lines are a protection spell. They’ll keep her spirit confined to the circle. When you call on spirits, you always—always have to protect yourself.” “What’s with the necklaces?” “We needed something of Regina’s, particularly something she cared about, to draw her spirit. Without them, any old ghost could appear.”

What did this mean? “Sorry, babe, I thought this was something you planned, but apparently your Ally added his own creative flair. Individually, the sigils are for sight and protection. They combine together to create the sigil you used to protect your minds from others who could read them,” she explained, sitting back on her hands. We filled Ethan in on what occurred, sans the sex, even though the sex was the best part. He was oddly accepting of it all. He had the same emotion in his voice as my mates did when he asked why I would give it all up to save him too.

A searing flash of pain shot through each of them as a glowing sigil appeared near their marks—an intersecting cross of light. “A decussate sigil,” Destiny explained. “This will protect you from possession, and enhance your strength to match any demon’s. Praying it works.” She turned to the group. “Tabitha, Dr. Gillead—you’re on medical duty. All our lives may depend on you.” “ReNew, Heth—you’re aerial support. And what’s the hound that flies again?” Aerial stood tall, puffing her chest. “That would be me.”

Seraphina words sent a shiver through Achilles’. “We have to make sure that not a single hair on their heads is harmed. The spell that was used against Achilles would have probably only required a blood offering and not the sacrifice of a life, we cannot allow for these poor babies to be used anymore. I will cast the protection spell and then we can begin working on a locator spell.” “How long will the protection spell last?” Aurelia asked. “I have tied it to my own lifeforce, as long as my heart beats, the spell will remain.”

Sigael spread his arms in pride, encompassing the entirety of the room, "is the secret of the seminary. This is what makes the weapons we wield the veils that they are. Not the Vaelusian ore." Sethlzaar was certain he'd heard contempt in the man's voice, perhaps directed at the ore for reasons Sethlzaar could not understand. Sigael dipped the metal rods in a bucket of Vulcan blood. Sethlzaar noted the care with which he handled the bucket with gloved hands before pulling the metals from it with a tong, making certain not to spill the blood on himself. It was an odd act and he couldn't understand the reason for Sigael's extreme care.

It lunged anew, but this time its movement was not direct so much as a series of attempts to unbalance her—tugs on gravity, whispers of force, attempts to wrench the Hellebore free. Remy was there like the compass she needed; he anchored a ring of students behind them, his hands moving in quick, practical sigils his grandmother had taught him—simple protections, a Luna’s quickness rather than a wizard’s depth. The students gratefully folded into the small shield he made and scrambled away, guided like children who still trusted adults enough to obey.

“What do you want to do right now?” I opened my eyes slowly, meeting his gaze. What did I want?. I whispered, “I want to protect you from anything that ever tries to reach you through me.” Grayson blinked once. “Then say that.” “I want the eclipse to shield you,” I said louder. “To shield your presence, your aura, your life, through whatever connection I have.” The core reacted immediately. A flare of warmth burst beneath my ribs, glowing through my skin. The sigil brightened violently, then steadied into a warm radiance that spread outward from my chest.