Ranni Great Rune Novels & Stories

But I didn't write my name. I drew a single, ancient rune—the one my father had taught me when I was a child. The rune for **Exile**. "What are you doing?" Vane’s smile vanished. The parchment began to glow with a sickly, green light. The energy from the siphons in the distance suddenly surged, but it wasn't being pulled into the machines. It was being pulled into the contract.

“Your kind is familiar with runes, right?” “Of course,” Nathan answers for both of us. Personally, I slept through that class in school. “The spell on the queen uses runes from Tyr’s aett; you’re familiar with Tyr?” Jonah pauses to check. “The Norse god of war. He sacrificed his arm to trap Fenrir,” Nathan says. “That,” I agree quietly. “Well, Tyr’s aett is all over her.” Jonah points his finger at Nathan. “And you are bound with etheric chains.” Nathan shakes his head. “I’m unfamiliar with the term.”

I felt a presence, ancient heat, emanating from the burning flesh, as if it were alive with some inner power. Shit just kept getting weirder by the day. A break would be fucking nice, Universe! “What is it?” I asked. “A rune,” Amaris said grimly. “Neither good nor bad, inherently. But this one….” The healer knelt closer, easing Steph’s hand from mine, and I only let it happen because it was her, the healer I trusted. “But this is not an ordinary rune.” “The hell is a rune?” I demanded again. “Is it permanent? What does it mean? Amaris—”

I backed away until my heels hit the cold stone of the wall, my breath hitching in my throat as the Brinetallon’s two heads snapped at the air, its tails twitching with lethal intent. Its eyes, milky and soulless, locked onto me, ignoring the chained monster entirely. "Please," I whispered, though I knew the creature understood only the language of carnage. The lycan roared again, a sound so thunderous it shook the dust from the ceiling, causing the Brinetallon to momentarily recoil. It was frustrated, desperate to reach me, but the silver chains bit into its flesh, keeping it anchored.

"There was something else. A rune on her arm. Inner left wrist. I only saw it for a second when she blocked a strike, but it was there." Vaelen crossed his arms. "What kind of rune?" "Protection Bindrune, I think? Or something similar. Hard to tell in the heat of the moment, but it was definitely runic script. Old style, too—" Samkiel's eyes narrowed, like he was replaying the fight in his mind. "Which is strange, now that I think about it. An assassin having a protection rune seems... counterintuitive." "Kaan." Vaelen's voice cut through the speculation. "What is it?"

“Selene, why are you here? I mean, I only ask because it’s rare for you to show yourself to others.” Selene simply giggling at the question, as if she wasn’t phased by it in the least. “Yes, that is true. And while I do rarely show myself to others, I did feel like I needed to show myself to you before I spoke with Tori.” “Tori?” “Yes. For you see…. Tori and Rune are what I call special. As they are what I call magical runes or in layman’s term a Rune wolf. Another term to use is Rune-binder as Rune’s fur is white with black and silver runes etched along the surface. Runes that grant Tori certain powers at certain times when needed but only when he becomes of age.”

Burn marks at the edges, as if something powerful had exploded from the center. “A ritual circle,” Halric muttered, kneeling to study it. “But old. Ancient. Some of these glyphs… I thought they were banned.” “They were,” I said. “This one here—” I pointed, my fingers trembling. “This is the Rune of Hollowing. It means ‘to empty the vessel.’” Nilo crouched beside me. “Then this one here means ‘spirit inversion.’ And over here—” he pointed to a jagged shape etched in blood-red stone, “’gate.’”

The trees groaned softly under the wind, the night whispering with the sounds of life. But beneath that…something else. Movement. I crouched, touching the ground where the soil was disturbed. Three deep impressions, paws, not boots. And beside them, a mark scorched into the bark. A rune. Old. Older than any magic I’d seen since the Fall. Raven knelt beside me, eyes narrowing. “That’s binding script,” she murmured. “But the edges…” “Are broken,” I finished. “Someone tried to erase it.”

I can’t break it to her that Ren isn’t my date. “Oh don’t worry about that, I’m glad you came,” Annie tells me me with a rather devious smile. “I have so much to tell you.” I can’t smile too. “I have so much to ask. I didn’t know Ren had a sister.” “Our parents haven’t been the best to us, and I decided I didn’t want to be affiliated with an Alpha/Luna lifestyle,” she admits as we come to the table. She grabs me a drink, handing it to me. By the bitter smell, it’s clearly wine.

“Your kind is familiar with runes, right?” “Of course,” Owen answers for both of us. I slept through that class in school. “The spell on the queen uses runes from Tyr’s aett; you’re familiar with Tyr?” Jonah pauses to check. “The Norse god of war. He sacrificed his arm to trap Fenrir,” Owen says. “That,” I agreed quietly. “Well, Tyr’s aett is all over her.” Jonah points his finger at Owen. “And you are bound with etheric chains.” Owen shakes his head. “I’m unfamiliar with the term.”