Circe Audiobook Novels & Stories

“Men are drawn to your calm; you’re the eye of the hurricane. Even my team has fallen at your feet, wanting to slay your dragons and to protect you.” He had the analogy all wrong. She wasn’t the eye of the tempest. She was the storm, wiping out everything in her path, destroying the lives of those she loved. Abby stirred. “You’re comparing me to a monstrous sea nymph—a siren with a flayed soul that sits on a heap of decaying bones and lures any mortal who sails by with a bewitching song. You may be right.” “Baby, no—”

Her eyes connected to mine, and a breath caught in my throat at the sight. They weren't just blue. They were glowing a blinding blue. Then I heard it. The voice in my head, reaching out to me. To Ryker. The presence intruding had a strong aura. "Hello Ryker," I heard in a faint whisper before Cirilla passed out in my arms. Ryker was also stunned. "It was her wolf," I nodded, pressing her body against mine, shocked. "Yes, it was," ***** Cirilla's Point Of View

I think. I am drawn to a door set into the wall, in an out of the way area. I reach forwards and open the door but before I can gently close it behind me, a great gust of wind whips it out of my hand and it slams against the wall. As I look around the small room the sound of breaking dishes fills the air and my eyes are drawn to the young woman crouching down to pick it up. As I move closer the amulet grows warm in my hand, as if letting me know I had found who I was seeking.

Twice Cleopoda had wiped at the blood that dripped from her nose to the brown pages of the old book in front of her. She was grateful Garius wasn’t looking, sometimes the old man would be busy looking through the old books to care whether she read or not. But she read, she read because Garius asked her questions at the end of every session and he hit her cruelly and with frustration whenever she failed to answer correctly. It wasn’t easy to read the almost faded symbols and scripts from the old brown books, mouth the words which meaning she didn’t know and at the same time try to halt the voices in her head, they were so loud sometimes, they made her head ache and caused her nose to bleed bu

Whenever his friends threaten her in an attempt to uncover the truth about what happened to their comrade, she conjures the gods of darkness, such as Night, and the gods of the underworld. Circe sprayed them with terrible concoctions and toxic juices, summoning the gods of night and calling on Hecate with protracted wailing sounds, according to the buried manuscript kept by Criselda, young Lucinda's grandmother. Circe tore the trees from their foundations; the ground rumbled; the surrounding woods went white; and the grass she sprayed was soaked with blood droplets. The stones seemed to emit harsh groans, and dogs seemed to bark, and the ground looked to be crawling with black snakes, and ee

He pulled out the book and handed it over to Audrey. Audrey placed her hands on the cover of the book, tracing it surface. The moment she opened it, Audrey realized the text were written in Greek and using her knowledge, she knew she could easily assimilate what is written. "What are you looking for by the way?" Martin asked, curiousity taking over his entire state of mind. Audrey looked up at him from the book and for a moment she wondered if it was ideal to tell him. "Have you ever heard of Alpha Brian?" Audrey asked and from the look on Martin's face, he seemed not to have heard of the great Alpha.

My heart sank, and I started to doubt myself. Could Snowie really hear my thoughts? Eva glared at me. "Ginny, what else do you have to say for yourself?" The entire class turned on me, demanding that I apologize to Eva. Right at this moment, Snowie abruptly yelled, "Everyone, silence! I can hear her thoughts again."

whispered through the threads. "For eternity," the "Echo-of-Audrey" replied. The "Infinite-Cycle" roared on, a "Perfectly-Imperfect" masterpiece of "Soot," "Spirit," and "Steel." Audrey stood at the center of the council chamber, which was cooled by "Negative-Heat-Vents" to keep the Cinder-born from sublimating into pure logic. The air was thick with the scent of "Ionized-History." Opposite her sat the Prime-Cinder, a being that looked like a shattered stained-glass window held together by a magnetic field. It spoke not in words, but in the "Clatter of Colliding-Angles."

Arya-level stuff. She turns back to Kanati, speaking to him in Cherokee. He actually smiles, responding in kind. Then, with a nod, Kanati and Kamama vanish from the room. “He’s willing to introduce us to Circe,” Audrey confirms. “May I suggest our High Priestesses, along with Arya and Meredith, be the ones to meet her? Circe is more likely to listen to goddess-blessed women. Kanati also believes she might help us find Hecate and Selene.”

He had a snack while he didn't stop eating. - It may be that alone at first, you can't, but with someone for you to channel and learn you can solve it. – Circe said. - First let's try some human injuries. - Circe said, pulling the hands of mere with a dagger, making small cuts in the hands of the woman. - Come on, try. – Hecate said.