Witches Runes Alphabet Novels & Stories

she exclaimed, her voice trembling with newfound hope. Dominic leaned closer, his brow furrowing as he examined the ancient text. "There are some runes here. I recognize their names, but the meanings… I don't know their meaning." Victoria pointed at the first rune, a twisted, jagged mark etched into the page. "This one’s called Mendacium," she said, her tone uncertain. "Then there's Dolor... followed by Odium, and finally, Peccatum."

he said, his voice revealing the frustration and anger he felt within. “Nope, I came from the pack too. However I am a witch, I can do magic.” I wove my fingers in the air for effect. “You must be kidding me.” his eyes squinted as he spoke. Czar knew werewolves could scent a witch but nothing about her showed she might be one. However he decided to be careful around her, she might truly be a witch or perhaps lost her mind. He remembered the enchantress's warning and tried to gauge her if she was a threat or merely a wannabe witch.

"Of course. She is not silent. Not to those who know how to listen." Lyra ignored the uneasy weight in her chest. "Then listen now," she said, voice firm. "Tell me what she left behind." The witches exchanged glances before Elira nodded. She reached into the folds of her cloak and withdrew a small black bowl, setting it on the table. With a flick of her wrist, she sliced her palm and let a few drops of blood fall into the bowl. The runes reacted instantly. The moment the blood touched the parchment, the scripts shifted, the symbols twisting and reforming into something more decipherable. The air crackled with energy, and a deep hum resonated through the chamber - as if something ancient had

“Check well. Are you sure?l Rorren shook his head slowly. “I know every symbol ever recorded by the first wolves. I know the runes used by witches and the ones used by the old priestesses. These ones are different. They do not fall into any group.” Dane scratched his jaw and looked at Luca. “It looks alive. Are you sure this is not a spell placed on her?” “No one touched her. No spell was cast on her. She fainted while training and when I removed her shirt I saw it there.” I felt anger rise but I controlled it.

Just when I sneaked a look at her, I saw that her eyebrows were raised and she was batting her eyelashes… Jade had found something. “Look here, Liam,” she called out to me, scooting her seat closer and having her eyes locked on what she had found in the book. “It says that, unlike witches that use spells and potions, demons use runes and you can tell the rank of a demon by which runes you find them using. It’s like a level determinant since runes are their forms of magic and only some have access to the power of some, depending on rank.” I didn’t see where this was going. “Okay, genius.”

When I woke up, I was in an underground cell chained with silver, there was no means of escaping. I really wanted to see the face of my kidnapper. Who would dare attack an Alpha werewolf? I tried escaping from the chains, but they would not bulge and I was getting weaker and weaker. It was at that moment that I prayed for a miracle from the Moon Goddess if she would listen to my prayers. It wasn't long before the door rattled, and I was hopeful that it was someone who would rescue me. I thought wrong. It was my mate's Father, the leader of the witches coven. I was surprised to see he was behind my kidnapping.

He said. “I thought witches didn’t have mates as us wolves do.” I stated matter-of-factly. “Just because we don’t find our mates at eighteen like you do and have some miraculous bond snap into place doesn’t mean that we don’t have soul mates. Many witches are serial monogamists who mate for life just like werewolves. The goddess leads us to them in mysterious ways” he said. “So, are you trying to tell me that Sierra is my mate?” I asked him almost laughing in his face

Alpha Throwing his glass across the room he watches it shatter onto the floor with the liquid running into the wall with a frown on his face. He's thinking how in the hell did I get associated with a bunch of useless people that can't do anything without messing up? It was a simple job, a very simple job, kill the witches, get rid of their bodies, and everyone will be happy but no that wasn't the case, instead, they mess up at every turn when it comes to this mission.

The last thing I needed was more trouble. By afternoon, the trees thinned out and the path joined a bigger road. I saw other travelers. A group of young mages chatting about academy entrance tests. A merchant with a cart full of glowing potions. I joined the flow of people, keeping my head down and listening. "Did you hear about the witch at the werewolf execution?" one mage whispered to his friend. "They say she grew dragon wings and disappeared. The Alpha King is furious. He has patrols out everywhere." I kept my face blank and walked past them. My heart beat faster. Kael really was not giving up. Good thing I looked nothing like the girl they burned at the stake.

She smiled, "which is why it involves no word at all, this weave is as literal as weaving can get. Rune weaves aren't written on a sheet of paper or a scroll, they're woven into the tablets with special threads and materials called runicks. This is the rarest form of spell weaving. . .and magic. Not even I nor the ice warlocks can connect to it." She addressed Apple who was turning the pages of her book curiously. "You can't find a rune weave in a book, it can't be drawn on anything other than a rune tablet. Luckily, you all will each get a rune weave, please do come forward." When the witches had formed a line, she gave each of them a single tablet, when Dea was given hers she stated at the