Sirius Black Wand Runes Novels & Stories

The high priest said with his arms open as if hugging the wand floating in front of him, and one or two light chuckles emerged from the crowd. "The alpha of the alphas and the most powerful witch of all time created this wand together, with liquid silver, star ore, perpetual ice, eternal fire, and the flower of life." The crowd stared at the wand, and the eyes are filled with frantic sparkles. "Their names are forever to be remembered," Said the high priest in a chanting voice, "Erebus, alpha of the alphas, The Silver Lightning, the Lord! And his mate, Kitty the witch of shadow."

Never had they known that they would be able to use this yet look at them now. If Merlin the Necromancer produced a gleaming purple runes, Levi the Envious was able to give off a blue sparkling color to his runes. Their runes hissed, twirled, and swirled as the sands of time seeped through their fingers. Not minding that the lid of the sundial of destiny had long been open, Levi and Merlin focused on the task at hand – saving the balance of the world.

“You think wolves will bow to you because you spill my blood in a circle?” His eyes glinted. “Not wolves. Hybrids. And soon, there will be more than one. Enough to build an army that neither witches nor wolves can stand against.” My stomach twisted, but I forced my voice steady. “You’re mad.” “Mad?” He chuckled, straightening. “Or brilliant. The runes you’re chained in aren’t just witchwork, they’re older. Carved from the very stones under Golden Valley, before your kind or mine ruled. With your blood and the ward stone, the circle will open.

Esther scribbled some runic symbols, that were inscribed on the dagger's hilt. Xavier and Cole pulled up Cameron, placing him inside the circle of candles. "We need to get the dagger out of him." I say, knowing full well it wasn't as easy as it said. The Black Rune Dagger is a dark object. It is one of the darkest object in witch's history. The first I heard of it was when I was being trained at the Organization. It was a death-inflicting object, used on magical beings, granting such being a slow, yet excruciating death while in a mind prison.

So much for easing her slowly to help them. "You need to help us remove those runes," Willow said pointing to his back. The woman stood and circled Lothaire in deep thought. After poking and probing each rune, she sat once again on the chair. "Do you know any of those runes?" "Yes... yes. This one is for memory loss. And these," she pointed to an intricate pattern of two runes, "they are mainly to block his powers" "Fuck!!" To be a king he must have powers. Powers that are beyond the Elite vampire ones. That is no match to anyone in the vampire kingdom. Why didn't she think of that before? That's the reason behind his confidence. Willow looked at his stubborn chin. No doubt he is so arrogant

Sarya had told her she wouldn’t need magic runes to channel her mana, but she still didn’t know what spells she could use. Rhobart stirred something over the fire. Since he got up, he had tried to be quiet, probably not wanting to wake her up, but she opened her eyes the moment he left the bed. She then pretended to be still asleep so she could think about everything. And maybe she was a little sore from all the delightful things Rhobart did to her. Her eyes fell to her left wrist. The previous night she didn’t have a chance to really look at it. The runes were golden, while the symbols were black. The runes were vaguely familiar to her. Perhaps she had seen them before in a book. She wonder

"Okay, then. Move back, Aria." He tugged at a silver chain around his neck and it came off. A talisman was dangling on it. Harry took the talisman in his palm as I studied it with fascination. It was bronze-colored and worn with age. Ancient runes were carved into its surface. Their lines were faint but distinct, giving it a mysterious and timeless look. The runes were carved with such precision that you could feel each one under your fingertips. I observed Harry's lips moving in an inaudible chant as the air around us grew heavier with each whispered word.

the Luna’s change in demeanor and topic automatically made the two sit up straighter, listening with anticipation. “These are Bloodmoon’s protective charms,” she explained, her tone shifting to reverence. “Crafted with the same magic as our pack house runes, they help shield our people from corrupted spirits when they venture beyond our wards. Each is unique, tied to the wearer’s spirit.” Aurora leaned forward, her silver-blue eyes tracing a silver pendant shaped like a crescent moon, its rune glowing softly. “They’re beautiful,” she said, her voice tinged with awe. “Do they work against Nightshade’s magic?”

I made a list of the eight, each assigning them to one person. Caden Winnow, Alpha of the Winnow pack Bane Fangworth, Marcel’s father and former Alpha of Fangworth pack Fenrir of the Night, Alpha of Night pack Ragnar Blackclaw, Alpha of Claw pack Lykos Bloodrose. Alpha of the Bloodrose pack Grim, Alpha of the Midnight pack Zayne Wilde, Alpha of the Wilde pack Alaric Wolfsage, Alpha of the Wolf Sage pack I handed each name to the eight assassins. “The last person is Hayden Storm, the Alpha of the storm pack but I will handle that personally,” I told them.