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If anger or fear took hold of her, the gemstone would darken, turning a deep, unsettling black. The feeling of the pendant against her skin was both grounding and empowering. The cool touch of the silver filigree and the smooth surface of the gemstone provided a tactile reminder of her connection to her heritage and the protection it offered. The runes and symbols etched into the silver felt cool against her skin, their presence reassuring her that she was protected and that her powers were being kept in check.

Chapter 10: The Rune Weapon There were reasons why the Blackfrost brothers were being feared by other countries across Wolftopia. One of the reasons was because the king and princes were bestowed with the most powerful rune weapons ever known in the werewolf’s realm. The rune weapons contained the crystalized soul of mystical creatures, which its magical power could utilize by the weapon’s possessor. Not all magicians mastered the art to preserve a soul inside a rune crystal. Ethan Brownfur was one of the rarest magicians that possessed special talent to induce fragmented soul into a weapon.

But one rune she had learnt to draw by heart. Her gaze darted to Yvonne’s wiggling fingers and the first sparks of magic and then flickered to Dorian preparing to pounce, his wolf coming to the surface. ‘No…I can’t let her harm him,’ she thought and raised her hand. With her forefinger, she drew the Algiz (ᛉ) rune, the rune for protection and connection to the divine. Yvonne’s hands faltered, the magic flickering slightly as Serena pushed the glowing rune slightly when it was completely, waiting with bated breath to show it’s magic and just when Yvonne’s mouth opened, no doubt to spew a snark, the light from the rune fluttered and swirled around Serena and Dorian.

“I have coated this coat with protective runes. It will function like armor. I have also prepared a censer filled with incense. The incense will attract them.” I turned to an incense container that Daran had hung on one of the tree branches. The incense smoke gave off a fragrant scent carried by the wind. “Take out your black bone dagger,” Daran requested. I took the black bone dagger that was always tucked into the leather belt on my thigh and handed it to him. Daran seemed to be chanting a spell, and my black bone dagger was covered in runes that flashed blue for a moment and then disappeared. “Normally you would need your own spells and wand, but you can use this black bone dagger as a su

Lyssandra spotted a single rune pulsing differently from the rest, it was brighter, flowing in reverse. “That is the control rune,” she whispered. The Blackmoon shaman’s eyes widened in panic. “Stay back, girl!” Lyssandra ignored him and stepped directly toward Kaelen. The chain reacted, blasting a wave of raw force to throw her off. She planted her feet, timed the pulsing energy, and slammed her palm directly against the glowing mark! BOOM! The force exploded outward, but Lyssandra held her ground. The control rune cracked beneath her hand. “No!” the shaman screamed.

She repeated the action with herself and her counterpart, letting the blood fall onto the ground beneath us. Symbols floated around us, a creation of the eclipse pack seer, I knew. "The blood of the purest wolf, a seer, and a rune maker binds," Rachel intoned. Instantly, the blood, once separate and luminescent, coalesced and moved toward one another, binding as one. A spark erupted from the fusion and splashed onto the knife. "This is the Moon Blood Moon Shadow Blade," Rachel declared. "It is the banisher of possessions from weavers of shadow, but only when wielded by the purest of werewolves."

It felt like she had been transported somewhere else, like she had stepped into another world. As Aria delved deeper into the ancient texts, her heart pounded louder with every revelation. The Moon Goddess's mark was not just a symbol of strength and destiny; it was a powerful conduit that connected the marked wolves to the Moon Goddess herself. It granted them access to her vast powers, but with it came a dark and dangerous potential for corruption.

But just as he was about to touch Harry, Black gave his hand a firm kick. Connor tried to look the Mad One in the eye but could not do so. He could only bow his head in submission to this force of nature. "I don't know what happened. We conducted the control protocol as we've always done in the past..." he began to explain before falling silent. "Mat, hi. Duncan speaking. I apologize for the inconvenience, but we're going to need you... Wolfsbane and silver... Harry's in a bad way... In the Red Moon pack... Yes, Alpha Black is with us," Duncan replied calmly before turning to his Alpha.

"But not entirely." He paused. "There's dragon blood in you, girl. Just enough to make you mine." My knees weakened, but I didn’t fall. I couldn’t. Something inside me, some echo of heat, of ancient instinct, refused to cower. Vaelith smirked. “Still fighting it.” “I won’t beg,” I said. “Not for you.” “Not yet.” He reached into the chest beside the bed and pulled out a device made of gleaming black metal. It looked like a wand but it pulsed, alive with a low red glow. He turned a rune, and the wand began to hum with dark energy.

"I was." "Not Sirius Black?" "No, Sirius Black was just a decoy. To give James' home an additional layer of protection, Sirius convinced James to change the keeper of the secret to an unsuspecting person and he would act as the secret keeper to attract the focus from the actual keeper, me." "How would you describe your wand?" "Short and brown, chestnut wood with a dragon heartstring core, 9¾ inches long." "Who is the owner of the bone white wand?" "The Dark Lord."