Sigils Supernatural Novels & Stories

Amy came to stand by his other side, opening the big old book. “Repeat after me,” she said, solemn and mysterious like we were in a Haunters episode. Don’t ask me what language the counter-spell was written in, because I doubt even Amy knew. She started reading aloud slowly, pausing for Brandon to repeat her words. And as they kept going, I started feeling little cracks in the wall under my hand. Soon I was afraid a whole chunk of it would come off. They kept going for another three or four minutes. In the following silence, Brandon let go of my hand, took the pendant off and held it firmly to stick his hand into the shadows.

“—sometimes the brightest light casts the darkest shadow.” The Wizard’s hand disappeared into the folds of his robe, and when it reemerged, something shimmered in his palm—a small pendant, shaped like a half-moon with veins of gold and crimson running through it. It pulsed faintly, as if alive, echoing the rhythm of a heartbeat. “This,” he said, voice deep and solemn, “is The Binding Sigil. It was forged at the dawn of our age, when prophecy and fate first became one. It will guide you—when one strays from their path, the other will feel it burn.”

My bare feet sank into the soft carpet as I slowly walked toward him, careful not to make a sound or wake him. Up close, he was even more breathtaking. The top few buttons of his black shirt were undone, revealing the hard, tanned expanse of his collarbone and chest. His lips looked incredibly soft, almost swollen, and his long, dark eyelashes cast shadows on his cheekbones. Is he actually real? I wondered, my mind spinning. Is he a human, or did a god take pity on me and send an angel down to earth? Mesmerized, I slowly raised my hand. I extended my index finger, intending to just lightly touch the bridge of his straight nose to see if he was made of flesh and bone.

The intricate carvings began to shift and move, forming a pattern that resembled the constellation of Orion. The box clicked open, revealing its contents—a collection of aged scrolls, bound in leather and sealed with an intricate wax seal. Each scroll bore the insignia of the council, but it was the message written in Magnus’s elegant hand that captivated her attention. “Dear Seraphina,” she read aloud, her voice quivering with a mix of emotions, “if you are reading this, then I have found a way to transcend the realms of the living and the dead. The truth about my demise must be uncovered, for our coven’s sake.”

Something older, darker, had been triggered. He looked down again. The sigil was pulsing. Kaelion placed his palm near it, and the glow reacted, repulsing him with a blast of heat. Kaelion brushed her hair away from her face, cradling her as though sheer will could keep her alive. “Stay with me, little one. Come on.” Then, a light glowed beneath the blood. He flinched back as golden sigils carved themselves into her stomach, burning through her skin like fire branding flesh. An intricate spiral formed, ancient and forbidden, It was indeed the Sigil of Undoing.

"Fresh. That particular mix is rare—it's a bonding agent. Used in binding rites to attach sigils to the flesh of unwilling hosts. Someone in the Flame Temple may already be carrying her sigil... without knowing it." The thought sent a jolt through Ceres. She pressed a hand to her lips, then to her heart. "You mean we could be harboring a puppet. Someone who doesn't even realize they're no longer their own." "It's worse than that," Xavier said, his voice low. "A sigil anchored by bloodroot and ash becomes dormant. Undetectable. Until activated. By dream... or fire." A long silence followed. Ceres turned slowly back toward the tapestry. Her fingers traced her grandmother's name, the last queen

It was when we reached the third chapter of Rowena’s book that Cordelia’s knowledge came into play. The chapter on sigils and their unique brand of magic was one of the longest in the book. “Sigil’s tie into the other forms of magic since there’s a symbol for just about everything. There are ones to scare off enemies, capture memories and fool the human eye. There are a few witches, who after decades of practice, manage to create their own but it’s dangerous and tricky work.” Cordelia said as she entered the room, a small and unassuming book in her hand.

“Even though he had the protection of Emperor Raiahʼs seal, Sancho didnʼt manage to last through the long years and wait until help arrived… Itʼs all my fault. I got here too late. If I could get here sooner, I might have been able to rescue Sancho.” Just then, a deep voice rang across the room. “Zeno.” Simultaneously, a faint human-like form slowly materialized over the skeleton still seated in the chair. “Sancho.” The corner of Zenoʼs eyes reddened as he gazed at the faint image of Sancho Geirr produced by soul sigils. ‘The soul sigils left on Sanchoʼs skeleton must have generated this image of him upon the detection of another living being. Once they have served their purpose, those sigil

“You should be patient. Start small. Use sigils, you’ll get there faster. There’s a reason they were created.” “Manufactured.” “What?” “Manufactured. Sigils were… never mind.” He placed the perfect halves of the staff next to each other, picked up the knife, and got to his feet. “I whispered my quick cast.” As he moved, Ariadne followed beside him. “There’s no way you could’ve been calm enough to whisper a quick cast that worked. It’s just not…” she shook her head. “It’s impossible.” He held out his hand to the space between them, linked with the sand, and whispered very softly, “Quicksand.” The sand that filled the space between them suddenly dipped like a dent in a bowl.

I maximized a list of sigils. “I began working on sigils regarding the Nokaura ever since our first battle. They utilize the shadows because that’s how they get around. It’s impossible to catch a shadow unless it’s incased in light.” I pointed to a specific sigil. “This will allow my fire to wrap around a small portion of the Nokaura. Unfortunately, I could never make it to encase more than six inches.”