Circe Audiobook Novels & Stories

They would meet their deaths at the hands of the Siren sisters. She looked over to Alex, her red eyes had darkened to an almost black and her canines were protruding from her mouth, piercing her lips, she gave Thea a silent nod in agreement. Following the de-branding ritual, the power binding spell definitely paled in comparison though, it was a welcomed change. Neither Thea, nor Penny or Alex could’ve witnessed Lissa in that much pain again. They all sat huddled on the sofas as they sipped their tea. Penny has made the most fragrant combination she could think of in an attempt to disguise the smell of burnt flesh.

She screamed with such ferocity that the two other witches stepped out of the circle as they tried to get away from the flames. I saw Adara enter the clearing as James and Malachi tore the other two witches to pieces. I couldn’t get up and I was still in the circle. Adara was running to me and I felt myself falling. The blue flames ceased to burn around me and I fell forward, half in and half out of the useless circle. “Kiran!” Adara screamed and Malachi knelt down next to me. She touched my hand and she looked at Malachi. “I can barely hear his heart,” she said to him.

as i watched on, i realized how almost childlike stephan had sounded "calm down and do not lose focus on the smell, stephan. that is your memory anchor to help you stay grounded," circe said calmly i was surprised at how cool she was taking stephan's odd behavior "no, please! mom do not leave, bring her back!" stephan was yelling at the top of his voice now. his eyes were wide with fear and desperation "stephan, focus on my voice, when i snap my finger, you will come back to me," circe said, her tone slightly urgent

"He wants the world." "Smart girl," Thomas said. He raised his hand, and Elara saw the heavy, leather-bound book clutched in his grip. "But you’re too late to balance this debt." Thomas stepped backward into the swirling black vortex. "Stop him!" Elara screamed. Korth lunged, his massive jaws snapping at the air where Thomas had stood. But the scribe was gone. The black smoke vanished with a sharp pop, leaving the archive silent and smelling of burnt ozone.

She knew it was late, almost midnight, but she couldn't help but call her aunt; she picked her phone and dialed the number. She was just calling in a fluke, didn’t know if her aunt would pick the phone or not, but luck was on her side, her aunt picked the phone. Seeing the energetic voice, Bella knows her aunt didn’t sleep; instead, she is still in her laboratory, trying new things. “Hello Isa, why did you call me today? It is very late; what happened?” Circe asked with patience which she hardly has for anyone. Circe is a bizarre character; she is constantly huddled in her private laboratory all day, it’s even hard to see her once a week, but one thing is she loves her niece very much.

The fabric of my nightgown suddenly feels too rough, too confining. "Show me," she whispers against my neck. "What did you find? What potions caught your attention?" My hands tremble as I reach for the tablet on the end table, pulling up the browser history I'd been too nervous to delete. The screen glows with images of ornate vials in jewel tones, each with elaborate descriptions of their effects. Circe leans in to look, her hair brushing against my shoulder. "Circe's Kiss," she reads aloud, a smile playing on her lips.

Loma said, making Aurel want to open her mouth again, but Loma immediately gave a signal that she didn't want to hear anything else from Aurel, making Aurel again have to swallow her curiosity and let Loma leave her room. Aurel then looked at the books in front of him, before finally Aurel was interested in a book entitled sirens, it felt like Aurel had heard about the legend about sirens, mythological creatures that attracted the attention of fishermen and also men in the harbor with their melodious voices. Aurel then opened a leaf from the book this time, he actually brought her a book that she could read, Aurel didn't know how long she was glued to the book called Siren, she seemed intere

I headed towards the older woman. "Thanks for this, what's your name," I asked her as I lifted the handkerchief and smiled when she said,"I'm Circe and a Meliae or Ash tree nymph, dear. They caught me in Yellowstone, damn humans." I was smiling and told her I was one of those damn humans recently and she nodded.

"Try to find the section with the title 'Amulet'." "Alright." Cassandra flipped through the pages, describing the contents to Vasilisa to check if she had stumbled across the Amulet's recipe yet. "This page has several onion-like plants and nude women," she told the Czarevna. "I think that is the one," Cassandra did as she was told. "But really, why so many nude women in your grimoire?" Cassandra couldn't help asking. But Vasilisa didn't answer her and just went back to pacing back and forth. Ruslan was sitting with Owlyn and the sleeping serpent.

She stepped inside, the scent of old books and mildew wrapping around her like bad memories. The place was as quiet as a wault, with rows of bookshelves stretching into the distance. A few scattered tables sat under flickering fluorescent lights, and the dust in the air felt thick enough to choke on. Leila found the history section and grabbed the book Tom had mentioned. Eduard Yellen’s "masterpiece" on German aristocracy and their ties to ancient power. It was thick, the kind of book that could double as a doorstop or a weapon, depending on circumstances. She flipped through the pages, her eyes scanning the boring content, but she wasn’t really reading. Her mind was elsewhere, piecing toget