Witches Runes Alphabet Novels & Stories

Still, she exhaled, not wanting to overthink things. It was surprising how she knew a lot. This reminded her of Mrs. Lowell too. It seemed like so many people knew so many things except her. Clearing her throat, "can I ask how you know so much?" Alpha Raven hesitated to speak. She cast her gaze at Jack. Getting a reassuring nod from Jack, she retraced her stare and focused it on Lana. "Because, the three witches and the Moon Goddess are my sisters. We are known as the daughters of Ra," she let out.

Over the years I have learned to trust that voice. It was my refuge in cold and lonely nights, when stars were dim and nothing made sense - my only real friend. Often I wondered how my mother – a witch Princess found herself in this situation – how she agreed to this when in reality she likely did not have to. She had a coven, she was a daughter of a powerful witch Lord. A lot of my history did not make sense, a lot of my family relationship were a mystery to me. I asked the voice, but she was always providing limited information. Somehow I knew she was holding things back from me, as it was not time. I knew she knew more and was not telling. All witches have this voice - it is akin to were

She opened the door cautiously, and for a moment, it looked like she had traveled back to her basement. From the infinite wall of books, a large table full of witch paraphernalia and runes. She felt a pang about losing her bar but shook the thoughts away. The Algiz rune she was interested in was lying on top of a mantel, glowing as bright as the moon. She quickly coated her dagger with her blood, and with a small incantation, she stabbed the rune with the bloody dagger. The impact threw her across the room. She blinked a few times to clear the fogginess before mentally slapping herself.

Lucinda is an orphan living in an orphanage. She became the Douglas family's servant the day she turned eighteen. Her friend tricked her, making her accidentally discover a terrible secret of the Douglas family. Since then, she got into trouble, which caused her almost to die several times. Everyone thinks Lucinda is just an ordinary person, but it seems she has a hidden identity that even she has forgotten. Can Lucinda regain her memories and identity? Will she escape the Douglas family to live a free life or be imprisoned forever?

Silence fell. “You would create a god,” another whispered. The witch did not deny it. “Stability,” she said, “is worth the sin.” And one by one, they agreed. --- The ritual lasted weeks. Blood soaked the earth beneath the oak until the soil turned black and thick. Runes were carved into stone—and flesh. The Alphas offered their blood willingly, believing dominance would bind the creation to them. Witches bled into bowls of bone and iron, chanting in languages older than memory.

“We need to focus.” The runes glowed brighter as we approached, their patterns shifting faster. It was a dizzying sight, and I had to fight the urge to look away. “What do we do?” I asked, my voice shaking. “Each rune represents a piece of the solution,” Althea explained, her hands hovering over the pedestal. “But they’re coded in ancient witch tongue. We have to decipher their meanings and align them correctly.” “Great,” I said, swallowing hard. “No pressure or anything.”

He regrets his decision to come to the pack. 'Wait till the event start. If it is not up to you your liking... Run.' Suggested his wolf. 'It will be difficult, Prince!' 'You got me. I am quite reliable, you know.' Said his wolf proudly. Indeed his wolf is very reliable. The morning after, there is a commotion outside. Remus heard the loud sound of people walking downstairs, what the heck is going on? He thought. 'The new slaves and maids have come. They don't know how to walk properly.' Answered the wolf. Indeed, everyone who lives at the packhouse knew the rule that the alpha hates loud sounds, they must walk as if they are gliding at the floor, no sound tolerated.

She asked and I stilled. "Why will I reject you, you're my mate." I said and she sighed. "Oh." She replied. "Alpha, I'm back." Aren said and I stood up. "I'll be with you soon." I told her leaving to meet Aren outside. Our hacker and computer operator found information about others easily. "What did you find?" I asked. "She's kinda a rogue, but not really." Aren replied. "Explain." I said. "She was the daughter of the former beta of the Crescent pack, her pack was overthrown and they had a new alpha named Alpha Rick, the alpha that has been really disturbing at times to us." He said and I swallowed, wondering what he did to her.

felt too deliberate, as if he were probing for something specific, something tied to her enhanced abilities he’d always guided with a mentor’s care—yet now seemed to watch too closely. Althea, standing beside Damien, cleared her throat, her purple eyes sparkling with a mix of professionalism and warmth. “The runes are a language of our pack’s founding,” she said. “They’re woven with the first Alpha’s blood, binding pure spirits to protect us. Kiyiya and I can work with you to decode them, but it’ll take time.” Marcus leaned forward, his grin roguish. “Time with you, Althea? I’m sold. Those runes might just teach me a thing or two about charm.” His playful tone drew a soft laugh from Althea,

“Holy shit!” Rowan halts my progress before I step inside the room. “Jules, wait. There’s a reason this door had runes over it.” My brow furrows. “Like what? What are runes?” He points his finger toward several of the symbols.“You see these symbols?” I nod my head. “Runes are bespelled ancient symbols used in magic. I don’t know what they say, but runes are usually warnings. It might be telling us that we’re in danger.”