Sigils Witch Novels & Stories

Igor: “ You really are a sorceress! Kataleya smiled and looked away. Igor with a smile: “ You look beautiful, when you're embarrassed... Kataleya: “ You, you could have died trying to protect me... Igor looked at her and took her hands: “ I know... Kataleya, emotional: “ No one has ever done this for me! When Igor took his hands, he saw the marks in the shape of eyes. Kataleya tried to let go but he grabbed her tightly and stared. She closed her hands and looked at him. Igor: “ What brands are these? Kataleya: “ It doesn't matter... Igor: “ For me it has… Kataleya: “ I have had it since I was born… Igor: “ They’re beautiful! Kataleya: “ Not everyone thinks the same way! I still remember that

His wolf, Tyr, reverberates in a growl. “Yours.” I puckered my lip and sent him an invisible kiss which calmed him down. “I’m yours. Chippy is my spiritual sigil. In the same way that witches have familiars, fairies have lifelong animal sigils. He's an extension of my powers and came to life when my powers awakened. Please learn to accept him.” Yikes! His rebellious facial expression implicated that he required more persuasion. Leaving that for another day, I snapped my fingers and the table became full of a full-course meal.

“—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.”

“Alpha, we’re at range. Units two and three circle wide. Decoy fires to the north on my mark.” Through the tinted glass I caught sight of movement. Wolves on the ridge. Silver Haven’s sentries. Only—they weren’t moving right. Their eyes glowed faint green, their strides unnaturally even, like puppets pulled on invisible threads. And when one raised his head, lips peeled back in a silent snarl, I saw a sigil carved into his neck like a brand. Witch’s work. “They’re bound,” Tristan muttered, his hand flexing against his thigh. “Vera’s got them on strings.”

Alpha Sebastian "Why is the newcomer talking to the witches?", i turn to my Beta, Thomas, as my eyes find her easily inside the big crowd. It's like my vision searches for her silhouette by default. Her brown hair flows freely on her shoulders as she bounces at the nearest candy stand, followed by her son Hektor and three more boys, i only assume are her sons too. She is talking vividly with Ethel, Rachel and Rosalind, three of the five witches from the Blue Moon Clan. Even amongst all that noise, i can hear her distinctive laughter. My chest is getting tight again, my head is lightly throbbing and my breath is growing heavy. What is wrong with me? What is this power this woman has on me and

“Most here you have met before ambassador, but I will introduce us again to the Priestesses. I am Abigail, Alpha of the Les Guerriers Sanctifies, also known as the Havermouth werewolf pack.” “This is our local Triquetra, Heath, Cameron, and Rhett, and their mates Talen and Aislen,” she turned towards them. “We also have Talen’s vampire child Sigrid, and her Triquetra mates, Greg, Tom, and Dan. Sigrid holds a deputized position in town, in that she is second in authority to only myself,” she explained. Meguitte glanced at Sigrid. It was a role that always seemed to fall to her sister. Sigrid had, after all, served in that position for hundreds of years for Talen.

Miguma questioned “ Why have you brought me here? You have no right to pull me from my realm.” The witch said nothing, she simply pointed to the child. “She will speak the curse.” And she did The child raised her hand. A black sigil flared to life beneath her feet. She smiled, a smile that should never belong to someone so young. And then she whispered the spell. Miguma screamed as her form twisted, rippled apart. Sucked into an orb of magic. Her form turned to black smoke, her essence stripped into nothing but only two fragments: One: a spark of lightening, too small to light anything but too powerful to be extinguished.

"What are you going to do?" Give me the wheel, the witch demanded. I took a deep breath, forcing my walls down, and conceded. Take it. Instantly, the freezing, heavy current slammed into my limbs. My arms moved entirely on their own. I laid the map flat on the stone balustrade, placing Bellamy's shirt directly over the center grid. My left hand rose, my fingers twisting into a sharp, jagged sigil as a low, ancient word slipped past my lips.

Yet when the auctioneer thought about who could be under the mask and hopped into death in ease, his face was drained from all blood, looking horrifyingly pale. This strong magical power, and the signature red eyes. Even though there are a few mythical beings who had the same colored eyes, this was the Runalia, the land that forbids mythical beings from entering. Meaning there was only one person who could have this blood-like eyes. No matter how much stupid person could be dumb, there wasn't anyone who could not know this very powerful person. He was the Lord of Warine Land, Mike White. However, no matter how frightened he was to the looming man, he was an important buyer who had bid four t

“So he can share his power with other witches, huh?” Her mouth opened, then closed. She slid her left arm onto the table, inner forearm facing up. With her right hand, she gripped the middle of her forearm, revealing a sigil above Drusden’s emblem—a symbol Gildeon had never seen before. It wasn’t inked like a tattoo at all—rather, it was seared into her skin. Activating his dragon eyes, he glimpsed the powerful magic embedded in it. “This is the Vow of Silence sigil,” Roselia said, her tone turning serious. “It’ll start burning if I’m about to say something I shouldn’t.”