Sigil Synonym Novels & Stories

I carefully sketched the Sigil, needed to summon the King of Hell. As I completed my task, I carefully placed the chalk back into its case, ensuring it was secure, before returning the case to my pant pocket. After tidying up the rest of the supplies, I took my position and joined hands with Maurice and Brair, forming a triangle around the center of the Sigil.

He sucks in a retort and sniggers at me, "You really don't know it, huh? Let me enlighten you, brother." He adopts a wry cunning front that agitates me as he taunts, "The sigil is what we Vampires imprint on the flesh of our chosen life partner. It happens only once and makes the owner of the mark bound to the marked." "Tell me you've felt the manipulations of the magnetic pull, and you've been going back to her without reason." Is this dude being real right now? I'm taken aback by the rubbish he spouts and I give a laugh to debunk it. "You try hard, don't you?"

Up close, the sigil was worse. It had not simply burned into Fenrir’s skin, it had settled there, as though it belonged, its shape too deliberate to be anything accidental. A crescent carved just above his heart, sharp and clean in its design, but the lines surrounding it were something else entirely. Along the outer edge ran a language none of them recognized, the markings thin and precise, etched in a way that suggested meaning rather than decoration. Along the inner curve, three small dots sat evenly spaced, subtle enough to be overlooked at a glance, but impossible to ignore once seen.

Okay, please continue. Beta Makara nodded his head, looked at his mate, then Alpha Esmeray and asked them to show the Moon Sigil's that they both bare. At this they both took a deep breath, Beta Makara's mate took off the shawl that she was wearing, while Alpha Esmeray took off his shirt and handed it to his mate. Then they stood next to Beta Makara, right in front of Azmita and Ashmit. Which made both Azmita and Ashmit go wide eyed, because they saw two almost identical Moon Sigil's on both of their chests. The Sigil's themself looked like a circle with moon runes and in the center a crescent moon with a wolf in the middle. The real difference in them was that the Moon Sigil on Beta Makara'

Subtle at first, like an echo waiting to be heard. "What is that?” Vaughn frowned. He grabbed the shirt, tore it open, and froze on seeing what it was. Etched in radiant gold across the boy’s ribs was a sigil - delicate scales, a sword raised to the sky, and a blindfolded woman, her face serene, inked in celestial lines that shimmered with power. The Sigil of Themis. Vaughn stepped back, cold sinking into his bones, as his mind reeled. This mark was not a symbol of crime.

Diego stood at the head of the pack table, listening intently as Pippo laid out the latest intel. The hand-drawn sigils pinned to the wall behind him looked eerily familiar, each one marking the sites of recent rogue attacks. “These sigils were found at three separate sites,” Pippo began, tapping the largest drawing. “At first, I thought they were random markings. But after comparing them to some old texts…” He hesitated, drawing in a breath. “They’re part of a ritual. The rogues aren’t just attacking—they’re carrying out something far more calculated.”

“And yours. Should keep the vamp scum down for long enough to stake them. It’s spell work, essentially – the sigils, once inside the body, will hold them frozen in place, unable to fight back.” “The sigils?” I asked, eyebrows raised. The crowd parted enough for me to slip through, eager to inspect the detailed work. Lines and shapes had been scored into each tiny bullet, circles and crosses and arches interlinking to create archaic shapes. Beside me, Sierra hummed her quiet approval. “An old friend of mine up in Lywnedd has a particular talent for carving. I gave her the notes you two shared with us, and she managed to create these.”

That was where I learned all that I knew from after all. As we walked back to the playroom, I realized why none of them were ones I had seen before. They must have been created in the future, and he must have known that I would need these specific ones. However, it would be nearly impossible to decode them if they were created in the future. Sigil creation was not an exact science. It was not like A+B=C. While many sigils were built upon similar sigils, it could be damn near impossible to fully decode other people’s sigils. However, these were mine I would assume, so I would have to have all of my notes from Deslar. “Nae, is my sigil stuff still in Deslar?” I asked.

she said. “I know,” Tristan replied grimly. “It’s the sigil of Her Silence.” Yvette blinked. “What the hell is that?” “It’s a title,” Tristan explained. “A designation used by the Network. They name certain entities. Not ghosts. Not demons. Think of them like... echoes that became real. Forces that get stronger the more people try to forget them.” Yvette paled. “So what does she want?” Tristan flipped the page. Beneath the symbol was a crude drawing—almost like a cave painting—of a woman with no mouth, holding a child by the shoulders. The child’s eyes were glowing. The woman’s hands were claws.

My hand shook slightly; was it nerves or just the intensity of focus? Just as I finished copying down the last intricate detail, I spotted another comment in the forum thread that made my blood run cold. “Hey, make sure you don’t confuse this sigil with that one,” the user had written, posting a picture of another sigil that looked almost identical to the one used for trapping witches. “If you use this by mistake, you’ll actually enhance a witch’s power instead of taking it away. Be careful, the differences are subtle.” My heart pounded. A sigil that looked like the trapping sigil but made the witch even more powerful?