Ranni Great Rune Novels & Stories

An ancient shape—foreign, elegant, powerful—begins to burn softly in gold light across the center of my palm. “…I am the rune.”

So he took a twig, bowed his head and started tracing runes on the ground, singing an unfamiliar melody that still came to his mind: There is no sun that the moon cannot overcome The day the debt is paid, tremble Kattegat, tremble When the iron meets the shield, tremble When songs grow from blood fed soils, tremble Whether he has to raze entire villages to write long exploit runes with blood, A Viking will end up paying his debt And so Kattegat, tremble, tremble The Drakkars will tell you to fear his fury The horses will cry out to you his arrival As he comes from far away, Tremble Kattegat, tremble. As he continued to sing, he could feel the rage that burned his soul. A tear fell from his r

Her shadow stretched across the floor — wrong, enormous, rippling with wings and teeth and something serpentine. Her voice trembled for the first time. “Please… hurry…” Her hand spasmed. “Before they decide for you.” The ground lurched violently. Under their feet, the earth cracked. Not randomly. The crack made a shape. A rune. A chosen rune. A Rune of Sacrifice. Auren recognized it instantly and screamed: “KAEL—DON’T STAND IN—” The rune flared. Kael was trapped inside its boundaries. Light roared around him like a cage snapping shut.

‘Elmo, do you want to go first? ‘Okay.’ Elmo dragged his mug of hot chocolate to him. ‘I spoke with Cordelia Crust today. I couldn’t believe that she got back so fast. She said that these three arrows aren’t runes she’s familiar with. At first she thought it was a repeat of this rune—’ He picked up one of Patience’s pencils and scrawled an example upon a serviette: ‘That’s the rune for Tiwaz, a Nordic god. Very big in Viking times,’ Patience recalled.

Gardax says. Garth steps ever so close to the looming victim. His eyes look up and he sees the hanging goblin with nothing by fear in his eyes. “Do your worst, cunt.” The goblin spits at the man as he walks in range but he doesn’t even more and instead draws his knife. A weapon of choice that has no blade but instead a hand with two runes on each side. Ones that have a circle and three pillars that has been modified in their design. Of course, this is the same rune that is most commonly used for anything involving time and space. Also, the rune provides the most risk factor in the formula. The arcane power ignites into a beaming knife-sized blade.

he continued, voice lower now, “they don’t understand what they’re doing yer.” A chill slid down my spine. “You know what she is,” I said. “I know what they think she is,” Rune corrected. “An Omega. A resource. A key.” “And what do you think?” “That she’s a catalyst.” I frowned. “For what?” “For the end of Gryphon as it currently exists.” The words should have terrified me. Instead, they steadied something in my chest. Rune took a step back, giving me space, out of respect “I’ll report that the trail dissolved completely at the grave,” he said. “That grief destabilized your magic. That you broke.”

Before I could say anything, Alannah took off her shoe and lifted a foot, showing off the same rune on the bottom of her foot. Ternen looked a little green when he grabbed a fist of his hair and pulled back his ear, showing off his own rune. My mom looked at all of them and then turned to me. “What are these?” “Parasitic runes.” I sank back into the chair. “Abby’s was a draining rune. Vince is trying to drain all the children of pack members who I can only assume wouldn’t blindly follow his plan to revolt.”

But one rune she had learnt to draw by heart. Her gaze darted to Yvonne’s wiggling fingers and the first sparks of magic and then flickered to Dorian preparing to pounce, his wolf coming to the surface. ‘No…I can’t let her harm him,’ she thought and raised her hand. With her forefinger, she drew the Algiz (ᛉ) rune, the rune for protection and connection to the divine. Yvonne’s hands faltered, the magic flickering slightly as Serena pushed the glowing rune slightly when it was completely, waiting with bated breath to show it’s magic and just when Yvonne’s mouth opened, no doubt to spew a snark, the light from the rune fluttered and swirled around Serena and Dorian.

“What does the rune symbolize?” Her wrinkly eye darted between Jordan and the green-eyed eyed. She was no longer sure whether this question was meant to challenge her or not. Whether they really didn't know about it or not. She cast her gaze down, “The Ancient Sword Of Protection is the only weaponry possession of Erichon's Great One.” “I still don't understand.” Jordan asked, confused at how that had anything to do with him. “You bear the mark of the prophesied Great Protector of the lycan race.”

he asked curiously. "They're runes," Rozi replied. "What's that?" After pondering for a moment, Rozi replied, "According to the records in Wonder's world, there have been several groups of immortals long since the dinosaur age. They're the ones who created these runes that allowed them to control all beings in the world. These runes possess immense power, and the people who created them had a sacred profession among immortals during ancient times. These people were called runemasters.”