Sigils Witch Novels & Stories

"I do not seek revenge. I only seek restoration." "What is that supposed to mean?" The witch's eyebrow shot up. It was as if my reply surprised her. She paused for a moment and continued drawing her sigils. As I stared on, I noticed in the middle where I sat, was a sigil that looked more like a butterfly of some sort. What the hell was this woman doing, I wondered. I looked across the room to where Satake was tied up, a similar sigil was below him connected by a series of interlocking circles and one straight line that connected to my side.

Xavier shouted. A blast of raw flame shot across the chamber, but the witch redirected it mid-air with a whisper. The fire twisted, roared, and vanished into dust. "They're using binding sigils," Maera growled. "And one of them… she's speaking in Codex tongue." Ceres lunged forward. "Not while I breathe." She launched herself at the lead witch. Sparks erupted where their magic clashed, energy splitting the marble floor. Behind her, Xavier duelled two others, his blade humming with flame.

Another shadow slipped by behind her. “Wake up,” she hissed. “Now.” Emilia stirred instantly. Mochi followed. They didn’t ask questions. By the time Thalia shoved open the door fully, three witches were already there—daggers drawn, eyes black with enchantment. “Back inside!” Thalia shouted. Mochi threw a sigil into the dirt. It erupted in a burst of light, throwing one attacker backward. The second witch lunged at Emilia—only to be caught in a wall of flame.

And before I am the Weeping Woman, crying. "I'm so sorry," she dropped to the floor and cried. "I just…I just wanted my Tomas back. I want Tomas back." Viola weeps. I sighed and looked at Zayn, who reached inside his cloak and handed me a chalk. I went to an empty wall and drew a rectangular door and characters representing runes. I placed my hand on the wall and closed my eyes as I spoke the ancient tongue of the witches before me. A warm, tingling feeling against my hand meant the magic was a success.

He said. “I thought witches didn’t have mates as us wolves do.” I stated matter-of-factly. “Just because we don’t find our mates at eighteen like you do and have some miraculous bond snap into place doesn’t mean that we don’t have soul mates. Many witches are serial monogamists who mate for life just like werewolves. The goddess leads us to them in mysterious ways” he said. “So, are you trying to tell me that Sierra is my mate?” I asked him almost laughing in his face

Destiny works in strange ways, the witches and the wolves have been enemies for a long time, neither cross each other's boundaries and it is highly forbidden to ever mate with each other. Over the years, witches have been mated to wolves, but once the council finds out, they cast a spell to sever the bond immediately. The spell works, but the victim's life changes completely and he or she becomes an outcast, the spell also weakens his or her original powers causing such a person to become weak.

"We should weave a safeguard around the child, a bond of protection attuned to a witch-lineage that will grow with the child. Not a ward built like a fence, but like a layered skin — adaptive, breathing." Delilah’s hands were the first to go to the spell components. She looked like she’d been preparing in practice for this. "We’ll need blood-ink from the river coven, a binding-sigil only the sand-witches can trace, and a facet of ice-sigil — not for harm, but for detection." Elder Kestrel nodded, producing a small vial of sand that shimmered with something like stars. Elder Halwen handed over a pinch of river-essence — damp soil that thrummed when I held it. These little items had weight I f

But it’s wrapped in the Arcane. The sharp star sigil we’ve always known is there. It is eight-pointed and etched with runes so old even our oldest witches whisper when they speak their names. Symbols coil outward in a perfect circle, with moons, pentagrams, and green-rooted glyphs, bound together by swirls of magic carved like vines into gold. It’s a marriage of sight and sorcery. The future and the past. And somehow… It feels right. Like something ancient is waking. Or being reborn.

The moment the fetus was developed enough, she would kill the witch's wolf which would make her weak and then she would preform the ritual that would separate the child from the witch's womb and into hers. When she entered her chamber, she saw Thaddious lying on the floor, convulsioing and thrashing about. His eyes were rolled back into his head, and the black foam was coming from his mouth again. This had become the tell tell signs Brutus was about to make an appearance. She was really growing tired of this.

I watched him toss each of us one then slip his on. Not paying attention to the men shifting I grabbed the robe he had tossed me in my muzzle and trotted toward the kitchen for privacy. Shifting back wasn't as shocking and I understood how doing it often would become easier with each shift. I had just covered myself when Marcus stepped into the kitchen and, grinning slightly, gave me a big bear hug. “You are a Sigma Wolf, Sylvie! I knew it,” he chuckled and I smiled at his enthusiasm. “She needs a training schedule so she can discover her gifts,” Nash asserted as he also joined us.