Sigils Witch Novels & Stories

He moved my shirt aside exposing my neck and then his warm breath hit my skin, he sniffed at it as he spoke "It's been a long time and I still remember how you taste, I could never find anything better and the wonderful odour that you have is so inviting." Goosebumps rose on my skin and I knew he was gonna bite me so my eyes closed themselves in fear. I began to panic at first but then I took in a deep breath to relax myself then I reminded myself that I was a witch with this thought I opened my eyes and snapped my fingers and with that he was on the floor away from me. I took this opportunity and began to run towards my car at the fastest speed I could but I could not make it too far becaus

Alpha Iris placed a piece of paper on the table, right beside the corpses. "These sigil was found on all of the corpses. We think it plays an important part in this situation" she said. I stared at the sigil. It looked like a snake entwined around a rose. "It could be a pack symbol?" Alpha Nia said, a worried look on her face. "It's not a pack symbol. It was identified as a sigil which is usually involved when it comes to blood rituals" Alpha Theo commented. "It is strange indeed. We've never had such incidents before, especially not in our town. It could be from the neighboring town. That town has a lot of witchcraft activity" Alpha Gregor said.

“Master. What are you doing here?” Like me, she rarely attended any clan function unless it was absolutely necessary that she was present. Her assistant usually delivered whatever message she wanted to communicate. She gives me a warm smile. “Just thought I should catch up with my people.” That's an obvious lie. I don't point it out and instead pull out a seat at the end of the table, directly opposite Henry. “Who signed the agreement with the Mystics?” My voice slices through the silence. “And which of you thought it was wise to do it behind my back?”

One of them fell to the ground, shaking. Ignatius went on to the next line. "Put her in! Now!" he shouted. A shivering young acolyte approached, hardly more than a girl. Her lips trembled as she replaced the fallen witch, her eyes never removing from the barrier as she mouthed, "For Krishna…" She laid her hand on the stone. It surged. She screamed. But she did not let go. The sigil blazed to life. A different shriek—closer now.

Selene’s scream echoed through the ruins, raw and guttural. Then—silence. The candles guttered, and the obsidian bowl shattered with a sound like glass breaking underwater. Selene collapsed, trembling, her breath ragged. When she looked down, faint crimson sigils glowed briefly on her stomach before fading into her skin. The witch stepped closer, her eyes gleaming. “It is done. For all eyes—human or wolf—you now carry life. The Alpha will sense it. He will feel the illusion in his bond, smell it on your skin.”

Aria’s fingers traced them instinctively. “These are binding sigils,” she murmured. “Old magic. Wolf blood and... something else.” Damien frowned. “Witchcraft?” “Possibly. Or something even older.” She turned to him, her gaze resolute. “I’ll need your help.” Together, they pressed their palms to the symbols. A sudden jolt of energy surged through their bodies as if the magic resisted them at first. Then, with a groan, the iron door shifted, revealing a stairway spiraling into darkness.

I said. The air crackled, and a gust of wind swept through the garden as I finished the summoning verse. Shadows danced, and the ground before us cracked and moved as a swirling purple vortex formed. Within minutes, the swirling energy and shadows merged into a figure—a man with purple eyes and obsidian wings. King Lucifer materialized, his presence bringing ethereal beauty as he stood in the middle of this Sigil. The wind slowed down as we all stepped back and began to recite the closing ritual. The Sigil made of chalk disappeared under King Lucifer’s feet, allowing him to step out of the Sigil.

Carefully, she slid a hand beneath the lining. Her fingers brushed something metallic. She withdrew a strip of copper-bound parchment, etched with runes so ancient even her magic recoiled from them. It wasn’t just a ward. It was a brand. A sigil of sacrifice. She brought it straight to Aunt Myra. The older witch studied it in silence for a long time before finally sighing. “It’s old Vale magic. Rare. Dangerous. Carved into the spine to bind the soul and body to a single purpose.” “What purpose?”

said Aza as he put the plate in the sink, then took a bottle of water to take him to the room. The sound of the door creaking sounded in the quiet room, Aza immediately took the book then began to take a comfortable position to read it. "Among a group of magicians, the core of the magician itself is called the Cube magician who controls the crystal cube, there are eight cube magicians including blue, red, maroon, green, brown, white, gray and purple cube magicians," When Aza turned the next page, it was blank. "Huh? Empty? Give me a break!" grumbled Aza.

The smell was pungent, earthy, and strangely grounding. Then her gaze shifted to me. “You,” she said, her tone sharp yet curious. “You have a powerful sigil.” I froze. “A sigil?” I asked, confusion furrowing my brow. “Yes,” she replied, not looking up from her work. “A sigil is… an aura indicator for witches. I have the sight.” I swallowed hard, my mind spinning. “I… I didn’t know. I mean, I’ve healed people before, but I’m not a witch”