Weak Knees Sigils Novels & Stories

Lyra dropped to her knees beside Kael as dark veins spread across his chest like cracks in marble. The corruption from the shattered sigil shard pulsed beneath his skin, fighting against the ritual’s stabilizing light. His breath came in short, ragged bursts, each one laced with pain that tore through their mate bond and made her own chest ache in response. She pressed both hands to the worst of the spreading darkness, willing her strength into him, but the corruption resisted, pushing back like living ice.

“Sigils aren’t spells in the traditional sense. They’re… agreements. Between magic and land.” Sage leans closer, intrigued. “They’re layered,” I continue. “One line doesn’t hold the whole ward. It’s a network. You weaken one thread just enough, and the rest compensate… until pressure hits.” I sense her eyes flicker. “So breaking them outright would’ve been loud,” she says. “Obvious.” “Exactly,” I nod. “But bending them? That takes knowledge… and precision.” “And access,” she adds. “Yes. And access” I quietly agree, and notice her go quiet. Probably absorbing it.

Another hearty laugh echoed inside Phil's head as he winced from the loud volume. "Okay boy. I will only tell you this once so you better listen. The sigil of cruelty is a supernatural power that is inside every people. Yes, you heard me right, every people, and even some rare precedence it could be found in some animals as well. Although normal people can't willfully activate the sigil, its existence of it is still there. Since you are a holder of a seed, the sigil of cruelty acts as another form of battery for you. The sigil expands your energy limit by another 100 points for now."

The stone beneath us shifted, not breaking, but aligning, as if the courtyard itself was rearranging to accommodate what we were doing. Kael dropped to one knee and pulled me down with him. He pressed our joined hands to the center of the sigil, blood soaking into the grooves. His voice changed when he spoke again. It wasn’t louder, but it carried, echoing off walls that were too far away to reflect sound. “By blood freely given,” Kael said, “I claim this bond.” The sigil burned hotter. “By sacrifice willingly made,” he continued, his jaw tightening, “I anchor our souls.”

I smiled, giving him a soft kiss. I turned my attention back to the corridor and took a breath. Closing my eyes, I focused on the sigils. Letting my claw grow, I cut my palm. “I’m okay, Kurt. It’s necessary.” I responded to the whimper I heard behind me. Keeping my eyes closed, I remember my training. Remember what my father… what Imtiaz and Khalid taught me about spells. In my mind, I could see the sigils. They stood out like neon signs. ‘Lend me your strength, Bastet.’ I called out to her. ‘Always.’ she agreed as we moved forward.

“Our seers confirm contact was made. During the struggle, Peter drove the dagger into the Lycan King’s chest.” The King’s eyes gleamed. “The parasitic sigil should now be embedded beneath the skin." The king smiled. The sigil feeds slowly, subtly. It will not drain him all at once. It will weaken him over time, cloud his senses, dull his strength, and break his control.” “And he suspects nothing?” the King murmured. “Not at all. If anything, he might believe the wound merely residual dark magic from Peter’s dagger.” The King let out a low chuckle.

“The bond is sealed.” But the magic did not ebb. Instead, the pillars crumbled in a shower of obsidian shards, and the basin shattered, its waters seeping into the cracks of the marble floor. Nyra sank to her knees, gasping as each heartbeat sent waves of power lancing through her body. Ryker knelt beside her, concern etched on his face. “Nyra?” She lifted a trembling hand to her thigh, and froze. There, glowing in the flickering red light, were three sigils burned into her skin: a wolf’s head, a crescent moon, and a twisting flame. They glowed like living embers, searing warmth through her flesh.

His voice strong and loving, he answered, "Always." Blair drew on the heat of their link and took a deep breath as the shadows advanced once more. Her scream echoed through the clearing, "I won't let you take us!" The sigil answered, shining more strongly in reaction to her statement. She concentrated on the sigil with a sudden burst of energy and the light spread outward, driving back against the dark. Feeling the energy pass through them both, she yelled, "Feel the warmth, Kade!” "We will push through this."

“We got some sketches and a shard. Not bad for a night’s work, eh?” Warren rubbed his temples. “We need experts. Those discs are bound with sigils that aren’t standard. They’re layered.” Bastion nodded. “Sigils can be nested. They may only release or activate with certain sequences — phrases, times, or rituals. Disentangling them without harm will require knowledge beyond our ken.” Kael looked at the sketches, then met my eyes. “We can’t leave them with Halver. He collects and he sells. If any of those discs find a buyer with ill intent, they could be used to steer whole towns.”