Witches Runes Alphabet Novels & Stories

she said. “You don’t know that.” “I do,” she replied. “I recognise the death runes,” she pointed to a circle with something that looked like an upside down A in it. “My father had witches too.” “You’re not the only ones,” a witch said and materialised out of what looked like thin air, but I saw the hidden door behind her just before the magic faded away. “You are the last Alpha of Moon Dance. If you play nice and give the pack to our Alpha, we might spare you.”

Valerie collected the book and in it were ancient runes which had translations. While they were about to begin, series of growls were heard across the woods. Everyone took defensive position with the Alpha already shifting to his wolf and ready for fight. Out of the woods, came a group of ridderack and they approached them slowly like predators. "Listen, no matter what happens, do not allow the ridderack get to us!" the Wizard stated. Leo took one last glance at his mate who smiled at him and he nodded back and shifted into his wolf. The Ridderacks attacked and it was a fierce battle; the Alpha already obliterating one of the ridderacks with his Alpha strength while others struggles against

“We’re building something that stays strong. Even when you let go.” The werewolf cocked his head. “Muscle memory?” “Something like it.” I nodded. The witch straightened, eyes lingering on the runes. Like she suddenly saw them in a new way. “So the runes…” “They alleviate some of the strain.” I finished for her. There was a beat of silence between us, comfortable but focused. This was more than just teaching them how it worked. This was redefining the fundamentals. Humans, werewolves, vampires… none of them are trying to overpower the other aspects. Magic is designed to compete with everything else, trying to take them down.

Rendered final now by Nora’s hands and heart. It had six pieces. Six symbols. Six souls. We took our place around it—Nora at the center, the rest of us forming the outer ring like the spokes of a wheel. Palms pressed to the ground, each one making contact with the sigil at the spot where our House mark had been carved: a wolf head for Hawthorne. A flame and crown for Aurelian. Bat wings for Nerezza. An open book for Everley. A tree for Bloodpine. A circle of runes for Runebound.

But all the runes turned up facing the earth. She then asked the runes what William should do. William fling another set of runes, and it returned with ᛗ ᛟ ᛏ. "That's weird," he said to the Elder. "those are the same runes that I got when I met Ingrid for the first time. A man will inherit the land of the brave. That's what she told these three meant."

So I went ahead to type ‘theban alphabet’ in the search bar. ‘The Theban alphabet, also known as the witches' alphabet, is a writing system, specifically a substitution cipher of the Latin script, that was used by early modern occultists and is popular in the Wicca movement.’ Okay, that much I knew about. What I wanted to know was, what connection does a witch have with werewolves? After thinking for a while, I typed in ‘types of witches’ in the search bar. A bunch of articles came up but it wasn't giving me what I really wanted.

The wolf's eyes whipped around and it growled at the absence of Leo and Jack. [WHERE'S LEO AND JACK?!],he roared at Cade. Cade was visibly shivering under the murderous glare of the Alpha. [Alpha, the beta and gamma had to leave because the black witches are going to destroy the city and the curse has been lifted...] [You bloody fools, you've all been tricked. I'm going after my mate. The rest of you stay here and protect everyone]

The Black River Pack. Rogues. Criminals. Mercenaries. A pack that doesn’t take prisoners unless they’re useful. And to them? A runaway Alpha’s daughter? I was very useful. I fought. I ran. I bled. But in the end? I lost. I was bound in silver. Dragged through the dirt. Thrown into a cage like a feral animal. For the first time in two years, I felt real fear. Because the Black River Pack wasn’t just ruthless. They were businessmen. And I knew exactly what they planned to do with me.

Alexander came closer, watching every actions that the witch does. Immediately Duvren had pierced the syringe in to Aiden's body, the King jerked with so much force, words of incantations spilled out from the witch's mouth, "Meticulate Minashia, Meticulate Minashia, Raveeen Nahii" And a loud thunder striked through the windows, causing another blood to fill the syringe, the blood coming out from the alpha's body, and with a loud scream, Duvren shouted, "Makim Makim Guresu"

“You are born of wolf and witch. You float between realms. Your dreams are not dreams—they are echoes. Visions. Messages. That thing in the dark? It knows you. It remembers your bloodline. It wants you for its vessel. Body. Spirit. Soul.” I shook my head. “No,” Mama said, stepping forward. “She is just a child. For Goddess’ sake she is five!” “Yes,” the elder agreed. “And that is why she must learn faster.” She turned to her shelves, pulling down a thick, leather-wrapped bundle. She handed it to Johanis first. “These runes—teach them to your sister. Carve them into salt. Ink. Skin, if needed.” My brother accepted it with both hands.