Red Rising Sigils Novels & Stories

Hecate started pumping her fingers inside of me, curling her fingers as she hits my G-spot. "Yes... Ohhh... Yeah... Mhmm..." I moaned, as my hips synchronized with her fingers. My legs began to quiver as my high is approaching. "Faster... F-faster my love... Fuck me faster... Ohhhh!!!" I moaned and begged at the same time. [Third Person] Hecate pumped her fingers faster, she felt Hestia's walls clenching around her fingers, indicating that she was close. She pulled Hestia closer, as she felt the Princess high approaching fast.

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.

Oh wait, she was starting to see the relevance of that whole Succubus/Incubus thing now… Perhaps it would explain this remorseless obsession she had for his body. "But slaying rogue beasts is what sustains the sigil on my chest. The other one." He rolled down the top of his waistband to reveal the top of the other sigil. Like the first sigil, it too was circle-contained, and the twists and turns of a special design were to be seen within. It was beginning to dawn on her. “Succubus/Incubus blood ink?” Sofia guessed. “How did you “Now you’re catching on.” He smirked.

But my right hand lit up—silver spiral glowing like molten metal, same shape as the tattoo, the scar, the locket. A sigil I’d seen over and over I grabbed his hair with my left hand, yanked his mouth off my throat with everything I had. With my right—the glowing one—I slammed the sigil against his forehead. Skin sizzled. He roared. The binding mark seared into his skull—silver on dead-white, spiral turning clockwise, locking. My vision flashed ruby. Eyes bleeding color. my eyes changed from crystal blue irises to ruby red irises. New Fangs—my own—pricking my bottom lip, sudden and sharp.

“I expected it to be confusing. Werewolves produce different auras. Omegas and two-thirds of gammas cannot produce an aura, while the upper tier of gammas, plus all deltas and higher ranks can. The aura is used to enforce one’s rank, to calm and comfort when mates or pups need a shoulder to lean on and to provide protection. Based on the strength of this aura I have no doubts that your statement in the bathroom is true. You are an alpha. It’s only because I mean Clayton no harm that I’m not phased by your protection aura but it is going to make taking Clay from you very difficult. It’s important that you don’t fight. I have to talk to and examine Clayton for injuries. What I hear and see wil

Reed, however, drove away with Ryan. I slowly walked towards the sigil I saw on the floor. It had bloodstains on it, covered by the skittering leaves on the floor. I got down on one leg and took it out. The sigil was carved with pure metal. The edges were carefully done, creating a spherical shape that was extremely smooth to touch. On the surface was the drawing of spikes. It resembled ice shards in how clustered it was drawn. On top were wavy lines connoting wind …or mist.

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.