Witches Runes Alphabet Novels & Stories

Lucien began to swing us, “well for one I am now alpha. My inner wolf knows this and will produce at least one heir. Two, you have witch blood in you making it 10x more likely that all of our children will all be wolves. I blinked, “did you say I have witch blood in me? Are you crazy?” Lucien chuckled, “sometimes I think so. Your aunt had a gift with herbs and she was able to communicate with us in our wolf forms. She sensed you had powers but doubted you were ever told about them. Her sister your grandmother thought the gift was evil.” I swallowed, “I have no powers, I have no talents at all.” Lucien shook his head, “it’s not about powers, it’s more about talents. She couldn’t turn people i

I mean, even if I were, I would probably reject him, or he would reject me. Witches and Wolves do not mix; we are convenient allies when we both share a common goal. We are not friends, and we certainly are not lovers. I am from a long line of witches here in Chelan; my family is what you call witch royalty. The family line dates to the 18th century. Xavier is next in line to be Alpha of the Tukwila Pack. The strongest pack in the state of Washington. He will need a strong queen to serve at his side, but I do not plan to be me.

She said in one go, making all of us start thinking about it again. To ease everybody’s confusion, I pulled out the old books I had seen earlier and flicked open the pages to find the runes we had studied earlier. Pointing to a text paragraph on it, I read it out aloud. “Runes are powerful magical alphabets used in ancient scriptures that hold the key to unlocking the potential within you. All these alphabets hold a special meaning and they can be used to connect to the power that rules over all of us, sitting in the heaven. Use them cautiously for these can bind you as much as these runes can free you.”

“Keep him close. Alpha, lie beside her and hold her hand.” I did as instructed. The witch pulled a dagger from her dress and sliced her palm, drawing ancient runes on the ground around us. She moved over our foreheads, marking a spiral symbol, then repeated the same symbol on our hands, feet, navel, and chest—over the heart. “What are those symbols?” Constantine asked, wiping blood from his mouth. “They are the symbols of the soul’s gates—essence, fragment, and love,” she explained calmly. “Have you done this before?” Dillian stepped closer.

Even though she had been the first to suggest that Hescor might be connected to magic, the discovery that the ancient runes of Tiryn—the Kingdom of Wizardry—had ties to werewolves left her just as stunned as the rest of us. “Why would the pattern symbolize a werewolf?" Leila demanded before anyone else could speak. Her face was tight with alarm, her unease palpable. "Explain it to me!” Seb’s face remained unreadable, his features etched with a mix of exhaustion and resignation. He shook his head slowly, his voice flat. “I don't know,” he muttered, a bitter edge creeping into his tone. “The runes are an ancient language created by the first King of Tiryn. Only the kings can understand them. T

Azura urged her as she slowly let go of her clenched fists and her palms were bleeding due to her claws that were out. She moved closer to the scroll and looked at it. The only thing she could understand was her name, Azura's, Hazel's, and Nora's. "I don't understand what is written there" Cora said and stepped back from the scroll. "That is because it is written in witches' runes" Azura grinned one-sidedly and placed her palm on the scroll and it shone brightly. "There, take a look at it now" she said, smiling at Cora. Cora was skeptical about everything, but she eventually took a look at the scroll and found out she could now understand what was written there.

"You told me how runes work." "26 letters, every one of them is a picture by itself. And I can cut the letters open and assemble them however I want, so." I shrugged with sarcasm, "I'm sure you can read it after one class." Al curved his lips. "Would you tell me if I get it right then?" Al asked. "Sure, I can even tell you it's a three-letter word." I shrugged. Even if Al could read Runes, this one was ruined by blood. Even granny couldn't recognize it.

"If you can't come up, I can come down." Katrina stares at her. "What?" Katrina smiles, "I used to wonder the kind of wolf that would be the king's mate. Since he hadn't found his mate, we all figured she wasn't going to be from Eldrida. To be honest, there were rumours that he was cursed or destined to be without a mate. But then, I used to think, what would her personality be like? Would she be one of the werewolves that think witches are beneath them? Trust me, there are few of those. So I'm just glad that you happen to be a witch as well, that means we're safe. I didn't ever imagine that you'd be so cool though, you're the perfect mate for the king."

But one rune she had learnt to draw by heart. Her gaze darted to Yvonne’s wiggling fingers and the first sparks of magic and then flickered to Dorian preparing to pounce, his wolf coming to the surface. ‘No…I can’t let her harm him,’ she thought and raised her hand. With her forefinger, she drew the Algiz (ᛉ) rune, the rune for protection and connection to the divine. Yvonne’s hands faltered, the magic flickering slightly as Serena pushed the glowing rune slightly when it was completely, waiting with bated breath to show it’s magic and just when Yvonne’s mouth opened, no doubt to spew a snark, the light from the rune fluttered and swirled around Serena and Dorian.

Vaelor said, his voice turning cold and bitter as he looked at the representation of the first Alpha. "It looks like they tried to cut the witches out of the deal to keep the power in the family, and that's when the partnership turned into a parasite," I added, and as I spoke, a section of the floor beneath the carvings began to glow with a deep, liquid light that revealed a perfectly still pool of water caught in a basin of roots.