Sirius Black Wand Runes Novels & Stories

“You can’t expect us to believe this based on your intuition alone.” I sighed, frustrated by their refusal to see the truth. “First of all,” I began, “Gemini twins are the only species of witches whose eyes go black when they’re in control. No other witches can achieve that level of darkness. That’s what makes them the most powerful witches of all.”

The chant was reaching a crescendo, and warriors joined hands, auras flowing into each other in a shimmering web of blue light that arced like auroras over their heads. Russell dabbed his finger to my forehead with the potion, cold fluid tracing runes that stung briefly, branding its symbols and sigils upon my skin—constellations of power stirring into life. “By the stars that released our first breath, the moons that structure our movements, let him, Rune Carver, son of Elias, take over the mantle,” Elder Russell chanted. A wreath fashioned of tangled silver vines was pressed upon my head, thorns pricking softly, touching just so to draw pinpricks of blood that mixed with the elixir.

I dropped to my knees and slammed my bloody palm down on the center rune. The ancient magic pulsed in response. The stone glowed. First silver. Then gold. Then crimson—deep, living crimson, like it was bleeding with me. Behind me, I heard Silas hiss in pain as he cut his own hand and pressed it to the second rune. “By our oath,” he said through clenched teeth. “By blood and flame and fang. We claim this bond. Not the curse. Not your shadows. Us.” The cursed wolves hissed and shrieked. Some recoiled. One tried to lunge forward—

"Lyra's just an ordinary Omega, she..." Elarah pulled out a silver, crescent-shaped pendant. It glowed with a mysterious light in the moonlight. "This is her royal sigil. She dropped it. Only those of Moonshadow royal blood can activate its power." The pendant pulsed faintly in her hand, and the ancient, majestic power it gave off made my wolf instincts want to submit. "Impossible..." I muttered. Elarah sneered. "And that viper, Seraphina. She set up 99 failed marking attempts. Every time she fainted, it was an act. And you, you fell for it every single time!"

"Don't attack. Find Alpha. Get to him before they do." I tore free to shove back the warriors trying to attack Leona. Pain rose in my back in an instant as I felt claws rake deep behind me. "Mason!" Leona screamed but Ronnie was already dragging her back. "Go," I ordered. "Fighting here won't save him," I added, shaking my head. Why was I feeling this down? I thought as I turned. The Werewolves were holding binding runes. These were runes given to the elders by the moon goddess to subdue wolves. Can't believe it's been used on me.

I knew we got our gifts from the Moon Goddess and that we have many celebrations surrounding different moon phases and cycles but besides that I knew the moon didn't literally affect us. "Yes. Unlike most wolves, runts actually rely on the moon for a lot of strengths that we experience regularly. We're in a new moon right now and apparently, in a new moon, runts can't access a lot of our abilities; such as quick healing. Her healing will begin again tomorrow, with the waning moon. It seems very likely that the healing will still be slow but it will be better than a human's still. If she doesn't fully heal in the next few weeks, I fully believe that her healing will completely return at the n

“Selene, why are you here? I mean, I only ask because it’s rare for you to show yourself to others.” Selene simply giggling at the question, as if she wasn’t phased by it in the least. “Yes, that is true. And while I do rarely show myself to others, I did feel like I needed to show myself to you before I spoke with Tori.” “Tori?” “Yes. For you see…. Tori and Rune are what I call special. As they are what I call magical runes or in layman’s term a Rune wolf. Another term to use is Rune-binder as Rune’s fur is white with black and silver runes etched along the surface. Runes that grant Tori certain powers at certain times when needed but only when he becomes of age.”

Varyn said smoothly, "he wasn't aware of it." “What is it?” I whispered. “The Council’s Needle,” Varyn said, almost reverent. “Forged in the old days, blessed by the Moon Goddess herself. These runes drain power from bloodlines. One precise cut and Ronan’s strength will bleed away, slowly, painfully. He will be helpless.” My wolf stirred uneasily inside me, pacing. The weapon felt wrong, alive somehow. “Drain… how?” I asked. “Gradually,” Varyn said, his voice cold. “It takes hours. Enough time for Ronan to know exactly what is happening as his power seeps out of him.”

Employing her violet longsword, she channeled an ethereal manifestation of her sword intent. The sword intent surged, shattering the shadow above the Black Palace, and the Black Palace rapidly vanished from its position. However, Waleria seemed to have anticipated this. She waved her hand, and an illusory palm sigil materialized, forcefully pulling the escaping Black Palace back. Once again, it materialized within the starry expanse. Gripping the violet longsword, Waleria surged forward, heading straight for the palace’s entrance, intending to slay Yvan and seize the runes.

The black hyenas are much more aggressive so I know how Sabrina felt. One of my pendants shone brightly and the three black hyenas that were still alive growled in pain. I saw my wolf rune pendant---it was the one that was shining brightly. Suddenly, I felt so light. It's like all my strength had tripled. The small blue diamond in my wolf rune pendant was glowing and its glow flowed around my whole body. I feel like recharge and are in good condition that causes my glowing golden white fur to glow even more brightly, almost blinding us.