Sigils Witch Novels & Stories

*** Eric I left Osei to the spot where the Chimera was buried and shocking, it was upheaved. Someone did this. How else would a shovel be here? Talk about sloppy. Osei continued to use her eagle eye to scan the area but I had already gotten what I was here for. It was the same Chimera. I was lost in my thought before Osei brought my attention to something. I was known to skim the surface but It was unbelievable I missed it the first time. Right in the dirt were sigils. "So a witch did this?" "No. That's dumb. During the great hunt, Witches gave up their abilities to hide and those who didn't left the Kingdom. I can boldly say there isn't a single witch in Nodith. Plus these sigils aren't anc

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.

Mum wasn't the kind to go back on her words. If I was going to get rid of the bracelet, someone else had to help. “Well, if one person couldn't help me get it off, what about asking for the help of other witches, surely if they are in numbers they could pull it off.” “I strongly doubt that, witches have a code and many rules, no sorcerer will agree to cast such a spell, even if we could find one strong enough.” Another dead end, I wondered.

“You’ll nail the magic. I have complete faith in you.” She smiles, but the frown doesn’t completely leave her face. “I must perform a Blood Ritual to harness the power of darkness. The ritual requires blood from two magical beings.” “Damn.” “But if we’re right about our theory as to why the Guardians let the Werewolves stay in Altair, you have magic as well.” I gape at her as the implications of what she’s said become suddenly clear. This could be the chance to prove to the magical beings that Werewolves have as much right as the others to reside in Altair.

They all make the globe seems so magical, that's what it is anyway_a magic globe. The witch's hand is still at the top of the globe, she says "This represents your true identity, a testament to your burgeoning abilities as the Witch Supreme here in the Otherworld. With this, you can see what to others is invisible, and conceal what to others is visible. My Supreme," she ends and removing her hand, steps back. The crowd erupts in awe-struck cheers when the globe emits a light so bright it lightens up the entire room and then dims. Every witch in attendance in one accord, go on one knee and chorus "The mighty supreme."

Through the window, the scent changed—metallic, sweet, laced with spellcraft. Witchwork. Kate’s voice snapped like a whip. They’re coming for us. I moved. Fast. But Stephanie was faster. From the corner of my eye, I saw the shimmer—a sigil pulsing faintly in the hearth’s glow. Old magic, stitched into the air like a spider’s web. The witches’ sedative. I turned toward her, already summoning the white heat under my skin—the wolf’s divine flare that had once broken an Alpha’s spine.

“It carries knowledge of the old ways. It is connected to blood you have yet to trace fully. Watch its markings.” I squatted low, watching as the wolf circled us cautiously, sniffing the ground, testing the air. There were sigils etched into its fur—not painted, not forced, but subtle, natural patterns formed through careful training and ritual, infused with old Blackridge magic. The lines were faint, almost invisible unless you looked closely, yet they hummed with meaning. “Blackridge sigils,” I murmured, tracing them with my mind’s eye. “They’re teaching, guiding… or warning.”

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.

In the next second, six sigils appeared around Wilbur, and the hexagonal space suddenly reappeared, trapping him inside! But this time was different from before. This time, Wilbur was caught inside the hexagonal space, and before he could react, the six sigils launched six different types of attacks simultaneously. Gritting his teeth, Wilbur swung the Magic Dragon Blade, thrusting it toward the sigil in front of him. As soon as the sigil was struck, it crumbled into dust and dissipated, but the remaining five sigils persisted, and the hexagonal space remained intact.

The air ignited with sigils, old and powerful, circling the buildings and the palace. Then it was Lyra’s turn. She gripped the dagger, slicing a shallow line across her palm. The moment her blood joined Kane’s, the magic intensified - light flashing outward in a wave so strong that the very sky pulsed in response. The sigils burned brighter, rising high above the city, weaving into a dome of golden and silver energy. It encased the capital like a living shield, the magic twisting and solidifying, infused with the blood of their lineage. The witches chanted faster now, their voices rising to a thunderous crescendo. The final symbols locked into place, forming an unbreakable ward - one that sh