Sirius Black Wand Runes Novels & Stories

“So, she is part demon? One of Dante’s sprogs that slipped through the net?” “No,” Lucas leaned forward to rest his elbows on his knees as a weary sigh escaped him. “Atlas and Amos don’t have wolf spirits remember? Chloe does; Hecate.” “Hecate? What kind of name is that?” “It’s the name of a Greek goddess. As far as we can tell, only the Wolfe line has a wolven spirit with a Greek name. Even Sierra and Alvaro don’t have them. So, how come she has one?” Lucas raised an eyebrow, hazel eyes darkening as the questions piled up. “I think we need to make a call.”

“And the shift attempt. It’s all I have right now.” Gasps spread through the hall. Several wolves leaned forward. A few whispered the word “Lunaris” again. Harlan stepped closer. He studied the pendant carefully, turning it in the light. “We will test it,” he said. “Blood runes tomorrow at first light. The runes will show the truth of your line. Until then, no harm comes to Faye or the child. Jacob Black is under our direct protection. Thorn remains watched and chained. Any move against them will be considered treason.”

Lucan finished drawing the last rune and knelt across from her. “Are you ready?” he asked. She nodded. “Are you?” “I’ve been waiting for this for seven lifetimes,” he said. “Even if it kills me—I’ll die knowing we tried.” Seraphina took his hands. The moment their skin met, the rune on her wrist surged with gold. Light shot between them, crackling like threads of fire weaving through the floor. The Codex pages lifted, rustling in a breeze that wasn’t there. Lucan began to chant.

I knew this was my chance to be back at the pack and be their Luna. I had always known Alfred wants to be king, I did my findings on how to weaken his brother's powers so he can kill him. Witches are forbidden and banned in the Nightwalker pack so I created a black magic potion with witch hair and blood. I used my hair and blood in creating the potion. All I have to do is let the potion touch his skin directly from me. Because it’s my blood and hair in the potion,It has to be from me. I just need to have sex with him and his power would be weakened.

Everything waited. Iris stood at the center of the sacred circle, surrounded by sigils etched in ancient runes and moonstone dust. Her seals pulsed with growing intensity—gold for power, crimson for truth, and now a new one, glowing with the hue of starlight, silver-blue. It shimmered along her skin, alive, breathing, ancient.

My gaze drifted to Rex’s sleeping form, and my heart clenched at what tonight might mean for her… for us. The circle for the shift had been prepared. Robin and the Banished warriors helped draw the ancient runes—symbols passed down through their tribe, ones said to deepen the bond between wolf and soul. Crystals lined the perimeter, pulsing softly with energy. The thick scent of sacred herbs hung in the air, burning in my lungs with every breath. My mother had checked the perimeter herself. Still, nothing felt enough. “She’s not ready,” I muttered as I crouched down, adjusting the circle’s pattern. “Not when she’s like this. Not when she’s already…”

And I, Aria Blackwood, would take back what was mine. The plan began to form, simple and terrible. Destroy the runes. Break the altar. Stop the ritual. The night held its breath. I smiled into the dark. ****

"Of course. She is not silent. Not to those who know how to listen." Lyra ignored the uneasy weight in her chest. "Then listen now," she said, voice firm. "Tell me what she left behind." The witches exchanged glances before Elira nodded. She reached into the folds of her cloak and withdrew a small black bowl, setting it on the table. With a flick of her wrist, she sliced her palm and let a few drops of blood fall into the bowl. The runes reacted instantly. The moment the blood touched the parchment, the scripts shifted, the symbols twisting and reforming into something more decipherable. The air crackled with energy, and a deep hum resonated through the chamber - as if something ancient had

His veins turned black, pulsing with raw power, his body rigid as it absorbed the souls of the fallen wolves. For a moment, it seemed to be working. The forest trembled, the earth itself responding to the power being released. But as the energy reached its peak, and the witch moved to pour Bella’s blood into the circle, something changed. The blood in the jar began to darken, its crimson shade turning black as ink. The glow in the runes flickered violently, and the witches broke their chant. “What’s happening?!” Sue shouted, spinning toward the lead witch. The jar cracked suddenly, and a burst of black smoke erupted from it. The blood inside hissed as though alive, and tendrils of darkness s

Not the runes. When Lord Vas and the others were far away enough to not hear me, i asked her a few questions that bothered me. "Are there runes that can be used to control people?" Kyria's dark eyes widened a fraction. "Aye but tis forbidden and can not be performed without the dark blood and ultimate sacrifice." "Ultimate sacrifice?" "Tis Luna's given life." At first i did not understand. But i roller it over and over in my head until it made perfect sense.