Circe Novels & Stories

She asked him instead. “I’ll find my fellow mermen here.” “Suit yourself.” She said. “Just take care of Yntreia. I’ll see you later.” She followed Margarette as they went through the thick crowd. She saw a lavishly dressed Kapre smoking his famously favored tobacco. There were also heavily armored Dwarves, having a contest in arm wrestling. She caught glimpse of some winged women called Harpies, circling above ground. They kept on going until they reached the Virsathen’s tree trunk.

Circe the goddess of magic was being introduced to Jezebel of Lilith, now allies and companions, in which Circe was seeing what it was like to share a man with women, sharing ancient stories of battles. Circe was a tall red-haired Greek deity, she was taller than Tsuki and her 1.98 height made him happier, knowing that height was not an impediment. - As always, he wins with his lip service. – Jezebel said, around her group of friends, Circe had come from a trip to conquer a magical dimension, turning everyone into animals. - So how is it? – Lilith asked. - I have a

Aquarin quickly landed and ordered the Mountain Peak Sect disciples, "Tie that woman up and bring her to the Mountain Peak Sect's Altar to interrogate her." Aquarin could not help but notice Circe's enticing curves as he spoke. 'Circe is a well-known goddess in the community. She is seductive and endearing. Of course, when she is brought back to the Altar of the Mountain Peak Sect, she will not simply be interrogated. I must have a taste of her when I get the chance.' 'After all, the Lange family colluded with the fiends, and the whole world knew about it. Even if I defiled her, no one would say anything.'

The Luna Goddess, the Moon Gods, the Mountain spirits, the Seven flames… it was all folklore intended to soothe sobbing babies at night and adults who feared the concept of death and hoped that, somehow, there would be peace beyond the inevitable darkness. But there were no gods. There was nothing but lies and a need to console our inner child. If they did exist, then they were perhaps the most ruthless, useless beings to roam the skies. Criminals. Torturers who subjected suffering upon those who didn’t deserve and stole all that Alessia ever had. A body suddenly appeared behind her, nearly startling her skin off, and she jumped as a result before whirling around, hand poised over the gleami

“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?”

“What call?” “She has a contact number for a powerful makkari, whose crazy aunt has been aiding Circe in trying to get to me. Eisa called her and asked if there was a magical way to bypass sirna armour. She was told yes. Since the armour is imbued with makkari magic, if a makkari were to spell a gemstone called black tourmaline, it would allow the bearer to be pretty much undetectable to the armour. They could get close, and it would become useless. In all the years we’ve used that armour no one has ever gotten past it. I think this makkari who is helping Circe gave her spelled black tourmaline and Circe

Elara's POV I stumbled back and instinctively shook my head. "No..." Circe's fake smile vanished instantly, and she waved to the other she-wolves. "Grab her." I was still in heat, and I didn't have the strength to fight against them. One she-wolf pressed me by the shoulders, while another tall, dark-haired she-wolf leaned in close. "Sweetheart, drink it and we'll let you go," she whispered. Circe stepped forward with the cup in hand. "Elara, maybe you've never heard my name, but that doesn't matter. Everyone calls me Circe, the one who leaves no lie unexposed. Do you know why?"

I continue to pace back and forth, mentally cursing myself for not being able to control myself. "What are you going to do now?" He asks. "Nothing, you're going to make some calls and find Circe for me." Circe is the witch queen. I have witnessed the things her magic can do, so I'm hoping she can help me with my situation. Circe's mother and my father were good friends, so Circe and I use to hang out a lot growing up. I guess you can say she was like my best friends or like the sister I never had, but when our parents disappeared we didn't have time to hang out anym

So off record that even Hades had never heard of it and he was part owner of the whole Earth. Turning her eyes to the wolf, she sighed "Leave. Please." Circe bowed and ran off, her loud paws filling the silence of the place as Persephone faced her, "I know you do not possess any harm. I just do not know why you would leave wherever you were to find me." Artemis, goddess of hunting, animals and the moon had flowing black hair that stopped just below her waist. A golden wreath on her head and white dress that flowed all around her, smiled. "Maybe it is because I wanted to have a chat?"

I take two steps towards the witch keeping in mind to also maintain a safe distance. "Hera, I am Luna Celeste. Me and my mate have come here for your help, we've been searching for your kind for years." I explain to her desperate for her help. "Please help us, I promise you will be rewarded graciously." I practically beg her. There is no response from her for a good 5 seconds. Than the witch slowly stands up, I take a step back, Theo is quick to wrap his arm around my waist. She stands to her full height, her long locks still pool around her.