Circe Audiobook Novels & Stories

I said, stroking her cheek adoringly with the back of my fingers before opening the French doors and motioning her inside. “Apparently, it’s been working for a while.” She smiled shyly. “What do you mean?” “Circe said some stuff to me when I first shifted. She told me that it wasn’t moving to Blackfern Valley that started to wake her up. She said that it was being close to you.” She blushed under my fingers. “I told her she was being stupid, that it was the solar eclipse that had brought her forward. She told me that when my blood soaked the earth under the peak of the solar eclipse, it had only helped her break through the wall, but something woke her up and was calling to her well before t

She turned hollow eyes towards them, unable to fathom why they would do this, and watched as they flinched. “It’s not what you think…” Gunther started, but Zion shook his head. “Circe is in town.” “Gunther…” “No. Catherine is right. She deserves to know. Did you not see the way she blew through my shield? I am not one to boast, but my spells are the most powerful of any Fae. That was no weak barrier keeping you two in.” Silas countered with a raised eyebrow. “Plus, were you not in the middle of something rather… private, Zion?”

“I have no plans of going anywhere, not without her, at least.” She cocked her head to the side, letting her long, black hair fall over her shoulder. The strong scent of oak, fennel, and rosemary wafted off her, calming Elias ever-so-slightly. The protection spell she wore around her neck still brought back fond memories for the ancient vampire. “Your child is fine. I have my own guarding her,” Circe responded. “Why can’t I have my own?” he retorted; but, he did not completely brush past the fact that Circe has seen Claire. His voice dropped, allowing a fraction of his desperation to show through, “How is she?”

“Caleb, Code Red is a sacred vow between werewolves and dragons. You wouldn’t want to break it.” My blood boiled at his tone. I stepped forward to grasp his neck but was thrown back by an invisible wall. “I have created this violence-free circle. You can’t enter it unless your heart is pure.” Zarina stood up and hissed. I hadn’t expected them to come prepared. Exhaling deeply I said, “Tell me your problem. Then, I will decide if I want to enter the circle.” “Aurora has been missing for a month. We have exhausted all our resources but couldn’t find her.”

he said. “Oriana asked didn’t she,” I said. Then caught myself. “I asked.” A long pause. Then Ciro reached for his glass, leaned back in his chair, and for the first time since I had met him he started to talk. Really talk. Not the clipped controlled sentences I had gotten used to. Something slower and less guarded than that. And I sat across from him in the warm light of the study and listened

Aurora groaned, coughing gently as she struggled to open her eyes. She heard footsteps thumping on the ground and the sound of hushed whispers. When her vision finally cleared, the first thing she saw was the sight of the school nurse leaning over her with a bright light pointing into her eyes. "Miss Rochester?" The nurse's hollowed voice called out, "Miss Rochester, can you hear me?" She nodded dazedly, blinking once and then twice. Her senses slowly returned, the buzzing sound morphing into a more clearer and sharper sound.

“Ariadne.” Even the books here were ones I’d already read repeatedly. There were only so many times I could read about the '100 Greatest Battles of Wolf Kind' or 'The Twenty Steps of a Successful Luna' before beginning to hate even the thought of picking a book up. But even if I asked someone to go to the library for me, it was unlikely there would be many books in there that I hadn’t already read at least once. 'Three hundred and eighty-four… three hundred and eighty-five… three hundred and eighty-six….'

“She was with me my whole life. But the night of the ball… when I went to comfort Thalia, I fainted. I woke up with no scent, no voice in my head. Just silence. She was… gone.” Knox’s expression turned grave. “I met Harold and caught his scent. That’s when Circe spoke. Just once. Then when you hugged me… she said, ‘trust him.’ And that was the last time I heard her voice.” Lydia’s voice cracked. “And then I had the worst dream. I saw her—chained, caged, tortured. There was a man in a cloak. I couldn’t see his face. He was made of shadows. Circe told me he’s coming for me. But I don’t know how to help her. I don’t know how to save her…”

It sounds like a lullaby, but hell, it makes my head twitch in pain! The arrow I materialize fluxes, as I unconsciously kneel on the ground. I cover my ears, but their voices echo in my head. "Arghhh!" I groan in pain as their voices intensify. They won't stop! The Charybdis is now roaring, but the sirens keep on pestering me! "I'll take care of those ladies," Circe said and immediately disappear from my sight. But she left a magic circle around the ground I'm stepping on. And I'm surprised when the voice abruptly stops. I wonder what Circe do to them.

She began throwing a weak fist at Circe's legs, hoping to weaken her but she was unfortunate. "Stop! Just stop it, Althea!" Circe growled, pushing her away and went back to browsing over the book in front of her. The helpless Little Amethyst witnessed her mother mutter something unintelligible under her breath before reciting prayers in a language she did not understand. Circe's body began twitching as if she was being possessed by an evil spirit. She raised her arms and began dancing around the book. "She…she will find them!" Circe whispered after a loud rumble and a flash of light that caused Amethyst to shudder.