Sirius Black Wand Runes Novels & Stories

“What if the runes are discovered and destroyed? Black wizards aren’t stupid. They might grow suspicious.” Mira Solenn stepped forward, explaining, “Our rune stings are disguised as ancient ritual residues. To black wizards’ eyes, they’ll appear as old footprints. To destroy them, they’d have to perform a lengthy ritual—and by then, the signal will already have been sent.” Alpha Garren slammed his fist on the table. “Then what about our forces? We can’t station everyone at one point, but we also can’t spread them too thin.”

“There’s more, The basket that he sleeps in has a very powerful killing formation. It can easily annihilate the pack of the Horrendous creature that has strength at the Ascension realm.” “That basket, What does it look like?” He asks. His question made Qin Xue’er silence. Her eyebrow frown with a bit of conflict. The Black merchant saw her expression he then chuckled and said. “Let me guess then, Tell me if I’m wrong. That basket color is black and has a blood color strange rune on it. That rune is incomprehensible and gives off the ominous and evil feeling and anyone that tried to mess with it or even tried to comprehend it will go insane.”

Rain would have said it was beautiful had she not known that the rune had sealed her mind all along. The runes disappeared as Chiel fanned his hands in the air. The beautiful calligraphy evaporated into black smoke and disappeared. "What was that?" Jace asked. "I've never seen anything like it before." Haramon secretly smiled proudly. He was still standing behind Chiel's wheelchair puffing out his chest. "Without curtailing my respect, Your Majesty. As I said before, my Lord is the last warlock of the pure bloodline. His nickname is Black Rose. It's also a title taken from the oldest witchcraft possession and passed down through the generations in the Burley family."

The three sisters join hands and murmur an incantation. I watch in stunned silence as the runes begin to glow brightly underneath the thick layer of salt. Soon, the salt turns black, and the witches finally release their hands, and Petra wipes the salt from Willow's back. As she wipes the salt off of Willow, it takes the runes along with it. Willow's spine is clear of the symbols that were once there. “That is all it took?” I ask, astonished. The three witches nod their heads, and I feel pissed off. “Then why wasn't it done sooner?”

“By blood and by oath, I bind you to this ritual. Render your power unto me!” A figure wreathed in smoke and shadow emerged from the depths of the chamber, Imreth himself, chains rattling. His molten eyes glowed with both fury and respect. He extended a clawed hand, and the pillar’s flame ran up his arm, forging a scarlet brand on his gauntlet. In that moment, the trio of runes; wolf, moon, flame, blazed in unison, and the basin’s waters exploded upward in a column of blood that rained down in gentle droplets.

“I’ll need wolfsbane, powdered moonstone, river salt, and fresh sage. Quickly!” The servants bowed low and rushed out at once. The slam of the door behind them left a heavy silence in their wake. “Moon Goddess, please let this work,” I muttered, pulling out a pouch of runes from my bag. It paid to be prepared, thank the stars. I scattered the carved stones around Dominic’s body, their etched symbols faintly glowing as they settled into place. Closing my eyes, I began to chant. One by one, the runes ignited, glowing brighter until they formed a halo around Dominic. My magic wove through them, linking each rune in a delicate chain.

I said. “Emerald. A symbol of loyalty, new beginnings, peace, and security. It's not mine to give, actually. It's your father's. Staff is usually used by an elemental wizard like him, but your father preferred wands. They say it's more practical. If he's still alive, I know he will want this for you to get. It's yours now,” she said with a small smile on her lips. “That wand is not used for casting spells, it's used to channel magic. It would help if you could control your magic,” Aunt Kyndra added.

Miren's vision was filled with agony, and she let out a scream as she tore her arm away from Lucas's grasp. The amount of black smoke coming from Lucas' mouth continued to increase. A terrifying power had spread throughout, and it had the effect of throwing Dylan and Drake backward. Strange black letters, which are a type of rune that can appear out of nowhere and at any time, started to appear on Miren's skin. These words began to appear on her body as though someone was cutting them in with a knife. A shade that appeared to be extremely terrifying was produced when sparkling fresh blood was combined with black.

In the blink of an eye, streaks of light appeared as Sian waved his arm across the air. The colossal golden lance carved through space and was heading lethally toward Severin. Golden runes appeared between Sian's eyebrows. These runes pulsed with the scriptures of philosophy, and the gold-affinity energy in the surroundings activated as they surged into the lance. The heptagold energy strengthened it with each further strike.

"You think you've won, sister? The game has barely begun." Vail returned, bringing a golden chalice filled with a potion that swirled with unnatural light. "The vessel is ready," she said. "Operative Lysandra is positioned near the targets." "Perfect." I smiled. Lysandra was my most loyal witch, enhanced with blood magic and eager to prove herself. Her mind would welcome mine. I moved to the center of the room where a traditional circle waited, drawn in ash and salt. Five ruby crystals marked the points of a star – each taken from a Ruby Wolf I'd personally killed.