Anubia & Raz: Chapter 1
A vivid blue in color, it looked like some old rune or sigil, and though it tickled her memory from a lecture she had dropped in on from one of the magic professors that had been held in one of the courtyards.
Rising Tide
As her twirling kip up traced a fleeting fiery sigil before him, he noticed that his body was turning red. like autumn leaves, after green, yellow, orange, and red, the brown of dead leaves awaited him.
Embers of Dawn: Chapter 21: To Catch the Wind
His breath moved in tandem with his fingers, each rune traced in the air not for show, but as mnemonic anchors, sigils tested, bound, partially cast, then sealed with whispered breath and subtle hand.
LiM ChG1: What the Past Holds
He didn't even notice his own paw reaching out to accept the sigil of general of the army, the croud (primarily his own force) roaring behind him in congratulations. the emperor smirked a little, whiskers twitching a little, as he saluted grant.
World of Wonders: Introduction
No sigils or signs were etched in the stone, no decorations or letters marked the doors or the lines above the entrance.
Ia! Ia! Cthulhu F-*zzzzz*
**the sigils were essential; a beacon, a place marker, a homing signal to guide the way on their interstellar journey. they knew the shapes they needed. lines and circles and dots that had not been called forth since the sun was young.
Embers of Dawn: Chapter 16: Where Magic Lives
A lost sigil for a mourning widow. a lullaby etched on a relic that soothed a child back to sleep.” he shrugged one broad shoulder. “there’s magic in memory. and truth buried in ruin.”
Twisted Night: Chapter 6
He smirked as he started to trace a lingering green sigil in the air, covering the grown in a viridian glow.
Before A Fall
Her twirling kip up to her feet left a fiery trail around her in its wake, tracing a fleeting burning sigil in front of him as he painfully stood back up to face her.
Hell on Earth. Chapter 4
They’d mastered runes and sigils, knew languages long since forgotten from the mortal realms and even a few that had never reached there, but they’d be damned all over again if they knew what that message meant. had they saved their changes?
Hell on Earth. Chapter 15
Satanic priests with their unholy, sigil-embroidered cloaks and heavy inverted crosses hanging at their necks chanted in latin at their tables, treating themselves to crimson wine from dusty bottles.
Revaramek the Resplendent: Chapter Seventy
His collar now was larger and thicker, with runes and sigils inscribed upon it. it put up a stronger wall between vakaal and his shaping, and held a far tighter grip upon his heart than even the triple manacles on each wrist.