Red Rising Sigils の小説・ストーリー

He was fine for just a while ago, then what went wrong? my heart racing as Sage pleaded with me to leave. "Lyra, please; I don't want to hurt you. You have to go, now." But I couldn't move; I couldn't tear my eyes away from his desperate gaze. "Sage, what's happening to you?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper. He growled, his eyes flashing with a feral light. "Just go, Lyra! Please!" But I stayed, my feet rooted to the spot, as Sage's body began to contort and shift. His eyes protruded, his nails lengthening into razor-sharp claws. I screamed as he pounced, pinning me to the ground with a snarl.

She raised her other hand and every metal object in the hallway lifted into the air scalpels, surgical tools, pieces of steel, even pieces of the broken lights. Then she flung them at us like a storm of blades. I summoned a sigil—a circle of golden symbols. It spun like a gear and became a radiant dome. Steel and scalpels bounced off it, sparks showering. Kira’s lips curved. “Cute.” She clenched her fist and the air around us thickened. The walls groaned. We pushed forward anyway. Lila cast lightning sigils, bright veins of violet crackling across the floor. Lyra recovered, speeding beside her.

Alpha Iris placed a piece of paper on the table, right beside the corpses. "These sigil was found on all of the corpses. We think it plays an important part in this situation" she said. I stared at the sigil. It looked like a snake entwined around a rose. "It could be a pack symbol?" Alpha Nia said, a worried look on her face. "It's not a pack symbol. It was identified as a sigil which is usually involved when it comes to blood rituals" Alpha Theo commented. "It is strange indeed. We've never had such incidents before, especially not in our town. It could be from the neighboring town. That town has a lot of witchcraft activity" Alpha Gregor said.

It's a purple strapless double head vibrating dildo. I heard Hecate chuckle a little. "I miss seeing you blush my love." Hecate said, then crawled on top of me. Hecate captured my lips into a searing kiss. Then Hecate pulled herself up, kneeling between my parted thighs. I can see her beautiful slender body, my eyes roamed her body. Then as my eyes roamed her body, I can see a tattoo on her ribcage. A tattoo of my name. My name is spelled in Greek.

James shook his head slightly and said, “No, everything should be fine.” Saying that, he raised his hand, and some mysterious sigils appeared in his palm. These sigils flew toward Mount Ancestre surreptitiously and entered the void. As James waved his hand continuously, shapeless sigils materialized into being. These sigils did not exude any power or aura. Hence, not a single living being in the Ancestral Holy Site noticed them. Even the Omnipotent Lord who was beside James could not sense anything. He only saw a flickering of light escaping from James’ palm before disappearing without a trace.

Its hilt glowed faintly violet, and the air around it rippled with suppressed violence. “What is that?” Marisella asked, her voice low. “The Sigil Blade,” the Seer answered. “A weapon tied to her bloodline. Hidden until the echoes resurfaced.” Eryx cursed under his breath. “If that’s here, we’re in more trouble than I thought.” The pendant pulsed again, stronger, and Marisella felt her knees weaken. The air became heavy, pressing down on her shoulders. Somewhere in the distance, thunder rolled—not overhead, but below, as if the underworld itself had shifted.

The sigil’s light sharpened, rising in thin sparks like tiny stars lifting from the snow. Kairos went rigid beside me. “Seren. Step back.” “I can’t.” The pull was too strong. My chest ached. My skin glowed brighter. The silver spread along my arms, swirling like ink in water. Mara hissed under her breath. “Moon above…” But then everything shifted. The sigil’s light faded suddenly, shrinking into a single sharp point. A heartbeat later, it shot upward — a thin beam of blue fire that speared the sky. The wolves around us shouted and shielded their eyes. The beam stretched high until the clouds reflected its glow.

Kael said, gesturing to the cliffs and the valley below, “is perfect for awakening your sigil. Here, the energy of the world is raw, unfiltered, and it will react to you. The first exercise is not about attack or defense—it’s about connection. Let the sigil speak to you.” Aera stared at the valley below, heart pounding. She took a deep breath and placed her hands over the sigil etched on her palm. Faint light pulsed beneath her fingers, as if the sigil recognized the urgency of the moment. “Close your eyes,” Kael instructed. “Feel the energy in the air, in the rocks, in the wind. Let it flow through you, not against you. Let it tell you its rhythm.” Aera obeyed. She felt the sigil respond al

Gods, why wouldn’t she back away? “What do you want?” she asked, steady, even as the wind stirred around her like a cloak. “To deliver a message.” He opened his hand, and from it unfurled a ribbon of fire—slow and elegant, twining in the air like a serpent made of heat and memory. It hovered between us before coalescing into a sigil. Not hers. Arielle’s. Her soulmark, drawn in crimson fire and sealed with ancient blood. My stomach twisted. Riven’s expression softened—not cruel, not threatening. Almost reverent.

“You will awaken when the time is right. And when you do, you must choose.” The words echoed in Eve’s mind, and just as suddenly, she was back. The battlefield came rushing into focus. The power inside her surged again, no longer chaotic but controlled. She raised a hand, and golden energy erupted from her palm, forming into a shape—a sigil, ancient and powerful. The creatures recoiled, hissing in fear. Eve’s eyes snapped to Selara, and for the first time, she saw something in the red-eyed woman’s gaze. Uncertainty.