The Runesmith Novels & Stories

From what I knew of the slave traders, they deserved nothing less. Where is he? Rune asked in my head. I looked to see him step up beside me in his human form with two broad swords. Rune had always enjoyed fighting with swords in battle and would often switch off between his wolf and warrior form “to ease the tension for both forms,” he had said. Rune was one of our most formidable warriors because he was so good in both forms and enjoyed both sides, sometimes a little too much. Where I would fight out of necessity, Rune fought for the enjoyment of it. It made him a lethal enemy but an irreplaceable ally.

I slammed into the stone wall, the air leaving my lungs in a ragged, wheezing gasp. I fought with a desperate, frantic rage, fueled by the agonizing sight of Sara watching us from the shadows of her cell. I managed to rake my claws across his shoulder, drawing thick, dark blood, but Rune was a force of nature—a storm made of muscle and fur. He was the Conqueror for a reason. He parried my strikes with a cold, brutal efficiency, eventually pinning me against the bars of an empty cell. His hand was crushed against my throat, cutting off my air.

BECCA’S POV The concrete was freezing, but in my head, I was running through a field of fire. I was back at the university gate, but everyone was holding funeral candles. I turned to run, but my feet were stuck in a thick, black sludge that smelled of filth and old blood. "You can't run from the Loom, Rebecca!"

During his time Eric was able to light up eight runes while Genevieve lit up nine runes making them rank at the top of talent lists, his grandfather Sword-saint Predator was able to light up ten runes making him a rarely seen genius, taking these factor into consideration many of the people present believed he will be able to light up eight runes, some believed he should be able to light up nine while some daring ones dared to think he might be able to light up ten runes like his grandfather so they all waited eagerly. The chief priest suddenly appeared on the altar, he was an old man clad in red robes, his silver hair reached his waist and they danced around softly even without the wind he

The lower levels of the Silver Bane manor had always been a place of sanctuary, but now they were transformed into a feverish, industrial forge. The Silver Bane and Iron Claw worked side-by-side, their wolves suppressed by the proximity to the silver veins, but their human strength fueled by a collective defiance. Rhea spent her days in the heat of the forge, her skin slick with sweat and soot. They were crafting "Anchor-Bolts"—massive spikes of refined silver etched with the runes of the Whispering Woods.

. Pottery sparkles in the sand in the blue-white light of Sven's shoulder lamp. It looked like a piece of armor half covered in sand. It's probably part of the badge. An isolated part of Ragnar's mind noted that the visible fragments of the symbol could easily be extrapolated to complete the WolfHead rune. With that in mind, Ragnar stood up, looking into the tunnel and did his best to keep his composure as he struggled with this information. This new development was not good. A very small number of natural forces can break a ceramic vessel. Ragnar believed that it was not stones or animals that killed a man in armor. Instead of being hurt or trapped in this endless passage, the bearer is tru

*Soleil* "Here". Gudrun hands me a small drawstring bag made from rabbit fur. "I made it for you". Carefully I open it, pulling out a white piece of fabric. It is a rune cloth like the one Gudrun has. I look at her with surprise. "Is this for me ?" She nods, looking very excited. "You need one for Your runes… you need to make them first though". Then she starts teaching me about the 24 different runes, all taken from the old Nordic alphabet the futhark. How they are separated in 3 different houses and what the different ones represent.

“Correct. This old book mentioned a man by the name of Craig Alexander who owned a sword forged with runes. It is said that his sword possessed the power to destroy planets. “Simply put, rune masters would inscribe a few runes onto a weapon that can be freely used by charging it with human technology and a complex string of codes that act as the calibrator. It’s the same as a cell phone’s Bluetooth or charging functions. However, runes are much more complex and mysterious.” “Ah, I get it now.” Mya seemed enlightened. “But why would such a thing appear in the church’s hidden room? Do you know how to activate the runes, sir?” she asked as she pointed to the metal piece in Adrian’s hand.

That could touch knowledge without awakening punishment. A mediator between object and Core, small enough to evade notice, and exact enough to bypass wards without disturbing them. Then, I carefully layered the runes, each placement deliberate and precise. First, the anchor rune to establish stability over brilliance. The artifact was designed to operate independently of excess Mana. Next, the perception runes. I weaved it into the already braided runes to tune it, not for vision but for residue.

I was looking through my system storage for a piece of steak when I noticed a neatly wrapped package. "I had completely forgotten that Jacob had packed me a tiffin this morning." As the aroma of curry and rice wafted into my nostrils, I couldn't help but smile. … Twenty minutes went rather quickly. I carried on with my plans. Taking out a stone tablet, there was an inscription drawn on it. This was the magical rune that Wise had picked from among the hundreds of runes in his head. I made the best decision of my life by giving him the book that was included in my secondary Necrosmith class.