Rumble Runes Novels & Stories

"The offshore routing numbers..." Before I could turn the page, a heavy hand slammed into my shoulder blade, throwing me forward into the dirt. "Look what we have here!" It was the loyalist from the furnace line—the cousin who had survived the beating from the enforcers yesterday. His face was a purple mass of bruises, but his eyes were bright with a desperate, frantic greed. "You found Gideon's private reserve!" he hissed, snatching the greasecloth package out of my hands and shoving it under his shirt before I could even find my feet.

POV Willow I looked around in confusion. How was that possible? "What do you mean?" I asked as we walked out of the restaurant. "Darkstar, Moonstone, Blue Moon, and Shadow pack are all being attacked by rouges and human hunters right now! No one knows why or where they are coming from but they seem to be searching for something." Alpha Zack explained as we approached the elevators. "I'm going to take group to the airport while you all pack. We will meet you there." he added and the other Alpha's nodded.

Were you received Your calling". Gudrun says, sounding excited. "It doesn't necessarily mean they know you my dear or us for that matter". Siri says calmly. "But now we have a concrete question to ask the runes". "That we have". Gudrun says, shaking the pouch. We all lean forward to watch. She empties the rune stones into her hand and throws them on the cloth. "Is there a pack of hamrams in sister Soleil's town ?" The runes land. We are all staring at them for a moment.. they all landed with the blank side up, all except two. "Eoh in the northern wind and Odal in the moon". Gudrun finally says.

The Silvermoon Pack, the scrolls revealed, was founded on the ideals of balance and understanding, a beacon of hope in a world torn apart by conflict. The scrolls also revealed the origin of the ancient runes, the powerful symbols Lyra had used in the battle against the Obsidian Pack. They were not merely symbols of power; they were keys to unlocking a potent magic, a magic that could be used for both good and evil. The runes, the scrolls explained, were the remnants of a forgotten language, a language that spoke to the very heart of the earth, to the energies that flowed through the world. The mastery of the runes could bestow incredible power, but it also required a profound understanding

Runes managed. “I believe we can proceed with the gala then..”

A golden rune floated in Chase's palm, shimmering with radiant energy. The rune collided with the rusted blade, scattering dazzling sparks into the air. "What?!" the elder exclaimed, his pupils constricting. "Do you think a piece of worthless scrap metal can harm me? How laughable." Chase shook his head. He flicked his fingers, and the golden rune expanded to the size of a hand. In an instant, it transformed into a blazing flame that radiated intense heat. It spread in all directions.