Sirius Black Wand Runes Novels & Stories

Now that it had come to it, she didn't hesitate. With a fierce cry, she summoned all her remaining strength left in her body and used it to stab her sword into the ground. Holding the sword in both hands, the runes on it glowed. Mercedes released the remaining power of the White Wolves that was in her body and transferred it onto the ground. Blinding light appeared through the cracks in the ground and lunar runes appeared above the ground, expanding outward to seal every shadow in sight. Her power surged through the ground, raw and untamed. She could feel it travel through her veins and pour into her sword. She had to use the same spell she used on Drakoen.

The others immediately joined her, ecstatic and joyous with what had happened that day. "...... definitely deserved what she got" Ira's voice trailed off. "Your eyes were bleeding and so was your nose, and I was like 'oh no, the turn is happening to her and she doesn't know what to do' apparently everyone was thinking the same thing and that was why we told you to breath" said Rega. "Oh yes. I faintly remember that happening. What does 'the turn' mean? I asked. "It is an intense state a wolf gets with her counterpart, say the human side of you. It is when you get so blended and joined and your powers truly become one. When that happens, it is called the turn" said Ira as I nodded.

It’s tiny, a small flowing L and C surrounded by a vine design that wrap it into one continuous form and is unusually pretty. “You know this witch? She’s alive… I don’t understand?” I point out knowing the runes predate even Sierra’s father and as witch’s have human life spans then it’s probably not reasonable to think she lives still. Meadow sits down on the stool next to me, her energy wavering as she too comes to the same conclusion and I’m engulfed with her extreme sadness and stress. Her mind on her mate, much like mine is, and desperate for Sierra to explain seeing as she has latched onto this ray of hope, or whatever it is.

I said carefully. "The creatures are a mixture. Magic and werewolf blood combined in a way that shouldn't be possible." He tapped the document. "The magic component required someone with a specific bloodline. A catalyst bloodline." He looked at me. "The runes you carry Remi. The ones that appear when you're in danger. When you heal. When you connect with Nero." He paused. "Those aren't random. Those are the same runes used to create the creatures." I felt cold.

I should be saving her by now. I didn’t release my spells on him as I rushed over to the Luna’s side. I closed my eyes as I started chanting some spells, absorbing it. Then after a while I picked a bowl and then continued with the spells as black wolfsbane began to drop from my fingers. It was dark and thick as another question arose: How did the person get a black wolfsbane, and why was it used on the Luna? “Who’s behind it?” I questioned him. “Is she going to be fine?” He asked me instead, ignoring my questions.

“Focus on the anchor! Focus on the pack! Marcus wrote of the runes, how they amplify and stabilize! Anya herself designed many of them!” Hesitantly, her hands trembling, Adriana reached out and grasped the goblet. The moment her fingers closed around the cool, runic metal, a jolt ran through her. It wasn’t painful, but grounding. The intricate silver symbols seemed to hum with a low energy, absorbing some of the excess heat that threatened to erupt from her. The oppressive shadows in the room seemed to recede slightly, their writhing motions slowing.

Everyone needs to be careful. The vampires and warriors finally wrestled the beast into the ritual circle. The moment all his four paws crossed into it, the runes in the ground shone with a blinding light. I had to shield my eyes against the brightness. The beast roared and thrashed violently inside the circle, but the ancient magic held him. Golden chains shot up from the runes, wrapping around his legs, his body, his neck to bind him in place. “We need to start the spell now!” one of the hooded witches called out urgently, a woman with long braided black hair.

I whispered. He turned his gaze to me, eyes steady and unreadable. “Magic doesn’t care about what you want, Sierra. It reacts to what you are. Your fear. Your focus. Your will. If you hesitate, even a little, it will unravel. And something will always pay the price.” I looked at the rabbits again. The brown one looked up at me with wide, curious eyes. I closed mine. I could do this. I had to do this. “You will use this,” the warlock said, handing me a parchment. On it, ancient runes were inked in black and red, swirling in sharp, elegant curves. “Read it aloud. Slowly. Focus on the link between them. Imagine them becoming one.”

The tip of the wand gave a soft glow, and as it swept past the boy's body, it illuminated several symbols, particularly on his knees and shoulders. “Turn around,” she ordered him and saw a hexagram on his back surrounded by several runes. "I know your mom is a worrywart, but this is ridiculous!" Agate said with a sigh. "Mother says it's a guarding spell..." Seb took his board from the table and wrote excitedly. [No. That is a very potent hiding and binding spell!] "That's correct," said Agate, "while the runes on your knees and shoulders are wards against lightning magic." His aunt gave another sigh, she suddenly looked much older.

his voice taking an even scarier tone as he got up and dark clouds poured out of his hands, floating around him. Dread pooled in Soraya's eyes as she struggled to keep her emotions in check. Black magic, she realized with terror. This was her first time seeing him like this. Alwin was an old wizard who was like a father figure to her. He had taught her everything she knew about witchcraft after he had taken her in when she was lost and wandering decades ago. He had always talked about how the witches and werewolves used to live in harmony. This fueled Soraya's hopes when she learned about the prophecy. He turned to her, letting down the hood of his cloak. Soraya let out a silent gasp as she