Rumble Runes Novels & Stories

Rune. In the bustling atmosphere of the pack's medical facility, Rune, still processing the revelation of her pregnancy, sought medical confirmation from Chris, the pack's doctor. The scent of antiseptic and the low hum of conversations surrounded them as Rune navigated the unfamiliar territory, her steps echoing with a mix of determination and trepidation. Entering Chris's office, Rune greeted her nervously. Chris, accustomed to the diverse range of emotions accompanying pack members seeking medical advice, offered a reassuring smile amidst the clinical surroundings.

A shiver travelled through my down my back. "That's about the same time the attacks started getting worse," he told me. "Why do you think you're a rogue? Do you even know what they are?" I felt the tears burn the back of my eyes as I knotted my fingers together in my lap. "My old pack told me that the only title I'd ever be worthy of is a rogue." "You're nothing like the rogue werewolves." Hunt sounded so reassuring and when I looked at him, his eyes were warm and kind.

“We’ll each have to confront one of the runes. Prove that we embody the quality it represents.” “Great,” Fatima said dryly. “Another life-or-death personality quiz. Just what I wanted.” The first rune glowed brighter, its light reflecting off the surrounding mirrors. It was the symbol for courage. “I’ll go first,” Jake said without hesitation. He stepped forward, his reflection merging with the light as the rune’s energy enveloped him. The rest of us watched anxiously as the air around him shimmered, and a new scene appeared in the mirror. It showed a younger version of Jake, standing in the middle of a battlefield. His clothes were torn, his face streaked with blood and dirt. Around him lay

She hopped off the counter and pulled me behind her. We rejoined the others in the living room. Moira had her runes spread out again, Henry kneeling on the rug beside her, a book balanced on his knees as he tried to match the symbols. I dropped into an armchair and pulled Lila into my lap, holding her tight, breathing in her scent like it was the only thing keeping me calm. “See these ones facing up?” Moira said, pointing to a set of the flat stones. “These are action runes. The fact that they’re scattered and widespread... that’s worrying.”

"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?"

When they moved, the air trembled with a faint hum, as though the realm itself feared them. The ground was covered in strange runes, glowing faintly in a pulsating rhythm that matched the cadence of the figures’ low, guttural chanting. These runes were etched deep into the earth, filled with a liquid that shimmered like a mixture of blood and oil, bubbling and hissing as if alive.

That sounded unbelievable. Rozi struggled to explain this in modern terms, so Adrian said, "Those runes are similar to our blood circulatory system. Immortals infused their powers into these runes. This is similar to the blood being pumped through our veins, allowing us control over specific limbs. On top of that, there are all sorts of runes, each with its own password. It's like our safety boxes that can't be opened unless we know the password." "How are these passwords defined then?" Steel asked.

I mutter, hatred still flowing through my veins instead of blood. I wrap the garrotte wire tighter across my hands, getting into stance as my eyes follow a subtle movement from the bushes. The signal is a howl from Ryker. Ragnar has us all briefed. My hands are covered in a pair of knuckle dusters. I had my leather jacket over my gear, which was actually a crop top and slick black pants that allowed me to move around, a utility belt with a series of knives strapped to it, and military boots. A howl sounds some distance in the front, just at the same time a group of rogues leap out of the bushes.

Taking a deep breath, she focused her fear, her anger, her desperation – all of it – and channeled it towards the glowing runes on the creature. A blinding light erupted from the pool, swirling around Maya, then leaping towards the creature. The colossal stone figure let out a deafening screech as the light engulfed it. The runes on its body flared in retaliation, but the white light pushed back, forcing them inwards. With a final earth-shattering roar, the runes on the creature dimmed, then vanished entirely. The monstrous form began to crumble, collapsing in on itself with a thunderous crash. The cavern floor shook violently and dust particles rained down from the ceiling.