Sirius Black Wand Runes Novels & Stories

“I’ve never read about wielders having black energy. What is it?” Nimu took a step back and rubbed his arthritic hands together for a moment before sitting on the floor, crossing his legs, and resting his head in his hands. “Black is the rarest of colours. Black is power and control, but it is also death and destruction. There are usually six colours that wielders can possess: white for purity, green for healing and hope, purple for wisdom and enlightenment, yellow for logic and creativity, blue for harmony and faith, and red for bravery and strength. Typically, that colour will define the sort of magic and character a wielder will have. It is not uncommon for some to develop abilities outsi

"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.

Her mind wanders in deep thought while the guards place themselves around both sides of her, their hands about to grip each of her wrists. Like a black beast forged for death and decay, tentacles spout out of her back and hip as if Salavanta is a catalyst of a divine old one. Instead of propelling outward to swindle her foes, the extra appendages wrap around her frame. Four tentacles in total cling and hug her. One twist and turns around her right thigh. The suction cups indent within her skin as does the rest of the tendril. The same thing happens to her opposite leg. The wetness can be heard once the full length is snug tightly around her like a beast racing to the open arms of its mother.

“If you help us, we’ll help you. It’s a fair trade. You can’t save your lover if you’re tied up here. It’s in your best interest to cooperate, for both your sakes.” Seb studied her for a long moment, weighing her words. Finally, he exhaled, his voice hoarse from the gag. “Alright,” he said reluctantly. “You’re right. The pattern is wizardry. It’s an ancient rune from Tiryn. But it’s upside down here. Flip the book. Leila did so. When she looked back at the page, her mouth dropped open. Her eyes were wide in shock. I leaned in, my heart racing. Seconds later, I realized my expression mirrored Leila’s.

Before I finished, he transpired in front of me, in all of his glory, levitating above the ground. His wings are black but heavily tinged with neon crimson fire and embers. He looked like a divine, fierce, fiendish and infernal version of a phoenix, all at the same time. I looked small as a mouse when compared to him, and I am a tall girl, probably thanks to Malleteagan‘a genes. The fiery halo surrounded Marcellus’ head, forming a crown around his auburn hair, which was falling down his back in all of its magnificence. Black pentagrams on Marcellus’ forearms now bleed in an intense neon mixture of crimson and obsidian, along with ember-etched runes that rippled and relocated their position o

“But you have to swear it. Right now.” Without hesitation, Bennet pulled out his wand and began murmuring an ancient incantation in a language I didn’t recognize. The air in the room shimmered with power as he finished the spell and declared: “I, the black wizard Bennet, swear never to harm Lucy, Rose, or Alpha Jack of the Blue Lagoon Pack. I swear to help Lucy win Jack’s heart. If I break this vow, may death strike me instantly.” As the final word left his lips, a black symbol appeared across his neck—a glowing mark that shimmered ominously before fading into his skin. The curse had taken hold.

What he had seen and witnessed, really puzzled him into different diverse thoughts. Azalea had seen that her master was really good in the skills that she had used against him, and decided to use the greatest and hardest that she had learnt as a child. The one her biological mother used as a witch fighter and taught Hama, who passed it as a knowledge to her. It wasn't a skill any ordinary person or even fighter wolves could know. It was one of a kind, that she hadn't even done in ages.

She winced in pain, rubbing both hands on her forehead, she look with confusion at the Witch standing before her who had just knocked her forehead hard, very hard that it was stinging. Rune sighed “I hope that helps your memory, I don’t care about any scroll, I’m good with the way I am, and if you haven’t noticed I am not greedy. I don’t long for what I can’t have.” Disappointment settled on Danica’s face “Oh, but the scroll–“ “Yeah, whatever.” Rune cut in harshly “In case you have forgotten, the scroll is unreadable except a witch has attained a position.” “But you can—”

The runes on the stones flared brighter, and I felt a surge of energy coursing through me. The ground beneath us trembled, and a beam of light shot up from the central stone, connecting with the sky above. The magic of the sanctuary was awakening, its power flowing through us like a river of light. As the energy reached its peak, I felt a connection to the werewolves, to the land, and to the very heart of Silverwood Falls. The power was intoxicating, but also terrifying in its intensity. Suddenly, a figure emerged from the shadows at the edge of the grove. Gabriel Blackwood, his face twisted with rage and determination, had found us. “You think you can stop me with this ancient mumbo jumbo?”

It had humiliated me. I approached slowly, pulling Selene’s note from my pocket. My hands shook slightly as I read the sequence again. “Touch the three lower runes in order left, center, right while whispering the old words of division. Then press the top rune with malice in your heart. The wards will flicker. The relic will taste your intent and grow unstable.” I took a deep breath and began. My fingers brushed the first rune. Cold. Then the second. Then the third. I whispered the ancient words Selene had taught me words meant to sow discord and weaken bonds.