Novel & Cerita Rumble Runes

There's still a long way to go. ... A great explosion occurred as the fighting parties clashed. One of the enemy copies had only 2 runes left after the clash, but the other one who was fighting the creatures had only 4 left. The opponent copies' runes were dimming though. But one of Phoenix's copies was gone along with the translucent Olmpha. The remaining copy of Phoenix's had just one rune left and that was the golden rune that was dimming. The translucent dragon had its tail cut off and even lost its horns but it still roared, ready to attack.

felt too deliberate, as if he were probing for something specific, something tied to her enhanced abilities he’d always guided with a mentor’s care—yet now seemed to watch too closely. Althea, standing beside Damien, cleared her throat, her purple eyes sparkling with a mix of professionalism and warmth. “The runes are a language of our pack’s founding,” she said. “They’re woven with the first Alpha’s blood, binding pure spirits to protect us. Kiyiya and I can work with you to decode them, but it’ll take time.” Marcus leaned forward, his grin roguish. “Time with you, Althea? I’m sold. Those runes might just teach me a thing or two about charm.” His playful tone drew a soft laugh from Althea,

However, that guy called Fane in front of him would probably not even know how many pill aura runes there were, or how to even draw them, let alone be able to achieve fifty percent refinement. After all, Fane had never had the chance to learn the Way of the Pill before. Fane glanced at Raphael. "There are a total of one million pill aura runes. Each rune can be overlapped with other runes to achieve special effects." It was all common knowledge in Fane's mind. They were all things that he could pull out of his mind casually. Yet, Raphael seemed to take his words as a joke and started to laugh out loudly.

Chu Xun pointed his finger, as if to give it a little tap. A thunderous roar came from the rune and an unnatural wind, carrying a funereal aura reeking of death, swept across the battlefield. Then it grew. Formerly the size of a man's fist, the rune now looked as large as a dining table as its girth continued swelling and so did the strange, murderous aura. Bang! Bang...! The thousands of Sword Qi slammed into the "Sha" rune like raindrops pelting on a roof, erupting into multi-colored splashes like fireworks if not for the deafening waves of shock and storms of energy dregs that came from each collision.

She winced in pain, rubbing both hands on her forehead, she look with confusion at the Witch standing before her who had just knocked her forehead hard, very hard that it was stinging. Rune sighed “I hope that helps your memory, I don’t care about any scroll, I’m good with the way I am, and if you haven’t noticed I am not greedy. I don’t long for what I can’t have.” Disappointment settled on Danica’s face “Oh, but the scroll–“ “Yeah, whatever.” Rune cut in harshly “In case you have forgotten, the scroll is unreadable except a witch has attained a position.” “But you can—”

Rex shouted and smashed his hammers together. The space in front of him rose like a wave and engulfed the terrifying flames. Rex sprinted toward Wilbur. The runes on his hammers leaped and erupted with terrifying spiritual pressure. Wilbur retrieved his thunder cleaver and muttered coldly, "Quinary Form: Fist Rift." His right fist instantly ignited with various forms of flames and runes. A wave of terrifying energy enveloped the Temple Hills. "Take this!" shouted Wilbur as he punched Rex. Rex finally sensed the terrifying pressure. He shouted, and his body ignited with flames and countless runes.

Renee yelled at her image. “Or what? You going to harm your own mind to make it stop?” Renee yelled in frustration. Her image was right. There was nothing she could do about any of this. She couldn’t make her own mind stop showing her what happened. But she could certainly try. She ran at her image and tackled her. Her hands wrapped around her own throat and began to squeeze. She laughed maniacally as her image’s face began to turn blue. She started to feel like she was suffocating. Her hands slacked up and everything around her turned to blackness. She was falling into a black void. She screamed as she continued to fall.

"You told me how runes work." "26 letters, every one of them is a picture by itself. And I can cut the letters open and assemble them however I want, so." I shrugged with sarcasm, "I'm sure you can read it after one class." Al curved his lips. "Would you tell me if I get it right then?" Al asked. "Sure, I can even tell you it's a three-letter word." I shrugged. Even if Al could read Runes, this one was ruined by blood. Even granny couldn't recognize it.

He squeezed her hand, warmth steady, the pack’s legacy his shield, his nose twitching, catching a faint, unfamiliar scent—charred marrow, ancient, alive. Lila’s scroll trembled, hazel eyes wide, voice soft, sketching paused. “Sam, the runes… they’re shifting, like they’re watching.” Spark yipped, tense. Track it, Lila! Her fingers steadied, ash scent sharp, courage flickering but strong, her maps a guide for shadows, a new rune appearing on her parchment, unbidden, pulsing faintly.

I hissed. “My body is strong and agile, capable of transforming into a powerful wolf-like creature with the flick of a switch,” Rune uttered. “Mine isn't,” I sneered. Rune was obviously annoyed, but with good reason too. All these things were not about me, I was a wolf just because I was convinced and born by one. And probably because I could change the color of my retina. “My senses are heightened, allowing me to see, hear, and smell the world around me in ways that you can only imagine.”