Sigils Witch Novels & Stories

In the middle was herb garden, small glowing orbs floated around it as blue butterflies fluttered about happily. Gerwulf placed me at one of the tables and instructed me to remove my shirt. I carefully pulled my warm sweater off and awkwardly dangled my legs from the side. "A true witch is hard to kill. Hylda thought cutting her throat would do the trick, but nope," Gerwulf turned towards me with a small glass pot in his hand. He opened it and rubbed the salve onto the bite marks. "How do you kill a witch then?" "It's much more gruesome than that. You have to pierce the heart, separate the head, and burn the body. Otherwise they'll just heal. How fast depends on how much damage they take."

She continued, "Very soon, your witch which lies dormant in you would begin to show itself. You were able to hypnotize that man at your shop because it has activated only a bit. The witch is as powerful as the wolf but more cunning. "What do you mean by cunning mum?" Lucia asked with enthusiasm. "It's cunning and yes, both belong to you, but they can be manipulated if you don't learn to control them. You should learn how to. Another battle would break out and your safety and the safety of some people would depend on how well you were able to control your beasts..." She said and went mute... She began to fade with the darkness until no trace of her was seen.

His wolf stumbled as he locked eyes with me, his chest heaving. Shock. Fear. Awe. All blended together. “Aria…” he whispered through the mind-link, voice cracking. “Your aura— it’s—” But he didn’t finish. Because the shadow creature that had stalked through the hall earlier suddenly rose again, unfurling into a towering, bone-thin monster of black smoke. Its face stretched into a grin made of fractured darkness. “You awakened the sigil.” Its voice scraped the air like broken glass. I stepped backward instinctively as every witch gasped. The creature’s shadow claws rippled across the floor, reaching toward me.

It was such a laughable thought. “Vampires aren’t witches, but we hold magic inside of us. It’s a small amount, but it’s there, nonetheless. Vampires from strong ranks are able to be more in tune with it if they learned how. This sigil acts as a loyalty meter,” she explained. Then she took a clean blade and sliced her palm, holding it over his new carving. I had to push aside the ridiculous jealousy that he was anywhere near her blood. “The addition of my blood then gives him some loyalty to me. The sigil is a well-kept secret. He won’t leave here alive, so it doesn’t matter if the secret’s revealed now.”

Leighton’s workroom was empty, but at the bottom of the stairs, they became trapped by a crowd of vampires and witches, their voices tangling as they all spoke, and the air fetid with the sharp scent of fear and adrenaline. “Silence!” Sigrid spoke up, her voice commanding. The room fell still and silent. “Very well. This is what we’re going to do. The witches are going to scry and cast another mirror spell, and my children and I will continue our search of the town. Let us… Talen,” she interrupted herself and all heads turned to where the vampire stood next to Heath on the last stair. “Heath,” she smiled. “Welcome brother and father both.”

Bringing out the envelope from the dress pocket I hand it to him. “I’m surprised he even remembered I had this. It’s been a long time. And it’s his half sibling.” That was an interesting development. “By your half or his mothers?” I question. “Mine.” He sighs, pulling out the photo and looking at it with deep sadness. “You see I had once loved a Witch, and as kind as she was, the King at that time would not hear of it and ordered her head. She disappeared for some time after that. She was pregnant with our child at the time. Some, nearly twenty years later she reappeared, with a photograph of the child. She handed it to me and then pleaded with the King about the cause of Witches,” He sighs,

“Sigils aren’t spells in the traditional sense. They’re… agreements. Between magic and land.” Sage leans closer, intrigued. “They’re layered,” I continue. “One line doesn’t hold the whole ward. It’s a network. You weaken one thread just enough, and the rest compensate… until pressure hits.” I sense her eyes flicker. “So breaking them outright would’ve been loud,” she says. “Obvious.” “Exactly,” I nod. “But bending them? That takes knowledge… and precision.” “And access,” she adds. “Yes. And access” I quietly agree, and notice her go quiet. Probably absorbing it.

"It's your promise, Sevina... You must never break it." The words from the late Queen hovered in her head as Queen Sevina mused about her decisions. She had given her word to the previous King and Queen and it was a rule among the witches to always live up to their promise. If she did one thing that would betray them, she would lose her immortality and her freedom... she would be sent back to Mysticia and will no longer be given the chance to see the humans again. It was one thing she didn't want to ever happen, and that was why she took the risk and agreed to everything.

I filtered to modern cases and started skimming. The third one stopped me cold. Case study from eighteen years back. A witch using a dampening sigil for concealment. The term showed up four times in the first paragraph alone. The write-up was all dry academic language but the picture it painted was crystal clear: a witch who’d stolen a wolf scent to move around inside pack society. The whole thing was anchored to a wolf host. Needed constant close contact. Cohabitation was listed as ideal. Sigil is placed at the base of the skull.

Once again the students looked at the vice leaders and made some guesses about whose Master represented this sigil. The person who stepped forward is the woman who is wearing a red slit tight dress. She seductively walked in front of the stage wearing a mischievous smile. “I am Alexa Monroe house master of Bake-kujira home for the witches and warlocks, bringer of Curse. My dear Old man Adam forgot to mention that each house has a different meaning to its sigils. For the witches and warlocks, our sigil will forever be etched in our bodies and soul. You will carry the next generation of leaders.” Vice leader Alexa introduces the first recruit and went back beside the other masters.