Sigils Supernatural Novels & Stories

I reached into the well. My hand broke the surface, and the black water was cold, colder than it should have been, the particular temperature of something that had been deep underground for longer than human memory. The sigils brushed my fingers, turned around my wrist, and I felt them — not my work, not my family's, but something that wore our shape without our substance, that had learned our geometry without understanding our purpose. The sigils dissolved at my touch. Not because I commanded them. Because they recognized what they weren't, because the counterfeit couldn't withstand the particular frequency of the genuine, because the story that had been written to frame me contained the se

Kael caught her instantly, his arms wrapping around her as the sigil throbbed painfully. Above them— in the dark sky of the Forgotten Realm— two eyes opened. Massive. Silver-black. Staring straight at Selene. And a whisper crawled through the earth: “Little moon… Return what is mine.” Selene screamed— —and the sigil split open with a flash of silver light. --- The sigil on Selene’s chest split open in a flash of silver-black light. She screamed. Her back arched violently, her body folding into Kael’s arms as her magic exploded outward in wild, blinding waves.

I would break free from this prison and reunite with the souls that were meant to bring joy to my life. Drawing upon the knowledge I had acquired through my relentless pursuit of magic, I scanned the room for any signs of enchantments or hidden mechanisms that could explain my entrapment. And there, in the corner, concealed behind a tapestry, I discovered a sigil—a mark etched into the wall, pulsating with an otherworldly energy.

The same creepy sigil Mina had talked about. Holy shit.

"It really holds him? Permanently? There's no possibility he'd be able to discover an loophole, a resonance flip, a temporal aberration to come back through?" Sama Arthur indicated a nod. "The sigil is not a purely magical construct, Paul Wason. It's constructed out of the very fabric of our dimension's own temporal signature. It's like trying to cram a square peg into a sphere, but on a universe-wide scale. His vibrational frequency is now entirely out of sync with ours. He'll manifest in millions of other realities, thrum through liminal vacuums, but he will never appear here again. It is absolute."

Now it’s a graveyard of blackened spires and broken towers, ash swirling like snow. And that’s when I hear them. Voices. Not Godspawn. Not Elara’s. Different. Human. Or close enough. “Put the blade down,” a voice says. It’s low. Steady. A voice that’s cut more throats than it’s spoken words. I turn slow, because I don’t have fast left in me. And they’re there. A dozen of them. Men and women standing like shadows carved from night. Sigils are carved into their skin—black spirals and jagged runes that pulse faintly, like veins full of ink instead of blood. Their eyes gleam like wolf-light, silver caught in darkness. And their faces—gods, their faces look like graves.

“Lara called. She examined the area where Sara was taken. There was a sigil burned into the forest floor.” My spine stiffened. “What kind of sigil?” “She said it’s not one she’s seen in common texts, but it matches the style used by the witches during the Northern Wars.” My thoughts immediately went to Aurelia. The same whisper that had haunted me since the rogue’s last words twisted its way into my mind again. The fate will eat your mate. Now your daughter is bound to it. I swallowed hard. “Did she say anything else?” “She believes there’s a magical tether... possibly old blood magic. She’s still studying it. But Silas—”

I turned toward Summer. "The medical examiner wasn't completely wrong." Summer froze. "How is that possible?" "She really did kill herself. She drove the ice pick in herself. "This wasn't an ordinary suicide. It was induced through deep hypnosis. "Someone used words to destroy her will to live and suggest that she should die." Summer's voice trembled. "Who? Did you see who it was?" "A woman wearing gold-rimmed glasses and a white lab coat. Her voice was very refined." The color drained from Summer's face.

Oh wait, she was starting to see the relevance of that whole Succubus/Incubus thing now… Perhaps it would explain this remorseless obsession she had for his body. "But slaying rogue beasts is what sustains the sigil on my chest. The other one." He rolled down the top of his waistband to reveal the top of the other sigil. Like the first sigil, it too was circle-contained, and the twists and turns of a special design were to be seen within. It was beginning to dawn on her. “Succubus/Incubus blood ink?” Sofia guessed. “How did you “Now you’re catching on.” He smirked.

Suddenly, we heard a distant roar and then I saw fire emitted from amidst the whirlwind. “Don’t tell me it’s what I’m thinking.” Steve gasped. “It’s exactly what we all have in our minds – Sage’s spirit animal.” Morgana ascertained. “But Sage is dead.” I stated the obvious fact just as the so called sprit animal came into full view with the whirlwind coming to an end. “You can just leave me to assume it now possess a mind of its own.” “Which could prove to be very dangerous.” Kate sighed. “You guys should leave. I’ll handle this.” Morgan said. I shook my head negatively.