Witchcraft Sigils Novels & Stories

Across the courtyard under the western awning, Thessaly and I sat cross legged in a circle of chalk and moon sigils, our skirts dark with spilled moonwater and chalk dust. We pressed shimmering moonstones and silver charms into warm wax seals, charging each trinket with raw lunar magic as we whispered in the Goddess’s ancient tongue. The sigils hummed once then blazed silver, power snapping like sparks against my fingertips. One row became five. Five became ten. Until we had an entire tray of holy moon trinkets, necklaces, throwing clasps, bracers, pins, anything we could use to strike a possessed wolf without killing them. When everything was laid out and glowing quietly in the dark, I fina

Sienna walked beside me, some kind of magical detection device in her hands that pulsed with soft blue light whenever we got close to a sigil. The other witch teams were spread across the territory doing similar sweeps. We'd found eight sigils so far. Sienna estimated there were at least twenty more. "There." She pointed to a rocky outcropping. "It's underneath, carved into the underside of that overhang." I signaled the warriors to fan out, securing the area before Sienna and I approached the rocks. She was right. A complex symbol glowed faintly on the underside of a rocky outcropping, barely visible unless you knew where to look.

I closed my eyes as I stepped out and stood in front of the large gates, a tear slipped out of my eyes as memories flooded through my mind. James wrapped his arms around me and warmth flooded through my body relaxing every nerve present, a few more tears slipped my eyes and then I finally opened them. I moved ahead and the gates opened as usual. The gates were protected by magic, they could only open if a witch or a wizard was approaching it. It was to protect the people and the world to separate it from the rest of the human universe. It was a beautiful world above the clouds.

Sashi said while continuing from writing. "Wraith? Ah, you called me once like that before. What is that anyway?" Clark ask while giving all of his attention to Sashi. "A wraith, an evil ghost. Those who died with wrong doings in life. Like that." Sashi explained. "Ahhh." They stayed like that for a while because Sashi need to finish taking some notes. Clark just observing her the whole time. "Stop staring, I can't concentrate here." Sashi said without looking at Clark.

His wolf eyes burned with pure intensity, one that sent shivers running down my spine. I have never been more afraid than I am at the moment. I tried to reason with him to reach the human inside the wolf, but he was too far gone. "Lyra," familiar voices call out. His brothers appeared from afar, and my vision was barely able to discern who was who. The pain in my wrist was growing as Sage dug his claws further into my wrist. "Sage!" One of them yelled. I'm not sure what happened, but the last thing that I saw was feeling a human hand pick me up after getting Sage off of me before I blacked out.

I watched him toss each of us one then slip his on. Not paying attention to the men shifting I grabbed the robe he had tossed me in my muzzle and trotted toward the kitchen for privacy. Shifting back wasn't as shocking and I understood how doing it often would become easier with each shift. I had just covered myself when Marcus stepped into the kitchen and, grinning slightly, gave me a big bear hug. “You are a Sigma Wolf, Sylvie! I knew it,” he chuckled and I smiled at his enthusiasm. “She needs a training schedule so she can discover her gifts,” Nash asserted as he also joined us.

The grimoire turned out to be the largest book Cassandra had ever seen, with pages made of parchment illuminated with tracery, and it was open to a page thickly covered with elegant, intricate writing. To Cassandra, it was the most beautiful handwriting she had ever seen. She felt the urge to trace her fingers over the inked pages. There were pictures of herbs, flowers, roots, and seeds. There were also diagrams and drawings of astronomy. Some of them with suns, moons, and stars, or symbols for the zodiacal constellations: two fish for Pisces, a bull for Taurus, a hunter with a crossbow for Sagittarius, and so on. Each of these had female figures arranged in two or more concentric bands. Mos

“—sometimes the brightest light casts the darkest shadow.” The Wizard’s hand disappeared into the folds of his robe, and when it reemerged, something shimmered in his palm—a small pendant, shaped like a half-moon with veins of gold and crimson running through it. It pulsed faintly, as if alive, echoing the rhythm of a heartbeat. “This,” he said, voice deep and solemn, “is The Binding Sigil. It was forged at the dawn of our age, when prophecy and fate first became one. It will guide you—when one strays from their path, the other will feel it burn.”

No one else was around—just the two of them going at it. To him, this was what should’ve been called mad. A spectral eagle—an imitation of the one the sylph was on—attacked the salamander. In beast form, the salamander quickly dodged the eagle’s strikes. His green tail stretched into the air, coiling around the ethereal bird. He was ready to breathe fire and burn it. The sylph had to be the sigilmaker. Her blue sigils decorated her porcelain skin, covering half her face, arms, and the exposed parts of her long legs. Her hands motioned to control the specter, clearly a creation from her sigil.