Circe Novels & Stories

Selene moved carefully through them. She had begun searching for any information about Aria’s past. But there was almost nothing. No records of her birth. No known family. No clan. Nothing. Which only made Selene more suspicious. She pulled another scroll from the shelf and unrolled it slowly. Her eyes scanned the faded ink. And then she froze. A symbol had been drawn in the margin. A small mark. A curved shape surrounded by thin lightning-like lines. Selene’s breath caught. She had seen that symbol before.

A warning light blinked as it passed, and the trio waited silently until it was gone. Only then did Abigail speak.“Every time I see one of those things, I wonder what it’d take to bring one down.” “One dream too many, maybe.” Tunde said, he looked up, past the quarry’s ridge.There it was again, the Citadel. White and gold, suspended like a god’s mirage behind the shimmer of protective fields. Its smooth towers glowed even through the smog. Somewhere in there, music played through perfect speakers, food was hot every night, and sickness… was curable.

the middle one thundered. “Yes,” Circe replied simply. “For what purpose?” she demanded blithely. “Because she has magic in her blood and the Black Veil granted her access to our coven.” Circe replied with a shrug. “She has magic in her blood?” the ash robed witch on the right asked. “In fact, she is a Source.” Circe added. An excited murmur shook the court. I sat there in silence as I awaited my fate. “Sage Winters may step onto the Pentagram of Truth.” The middle one said out loud, her voice drowning out everyone’s.

I grit my teeth, ready to face whatever Circe has planned, knowing that her magic never comes without a price. Circe smiles at me, slowly approaching us. Fenrir growls, letting her know not to come any closer. She tilts her head before saying, “Is that any way to treat the person who will help you get your true mate back?” Fenrir bares his teeth, showing he holds no trust for her. Her laughter is soft and unsettling, echoing through the silent forest. "You can hate me if you want, wolf, but you need me more than you care to admit," she adds, her eyes glinting with ancient mischief. I steady myself, wary yet unable to ignore the

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.'

If anything, what I had seen on the TV seemed dull in comparison to what went on in the Iridescence Pack. My eyes widened and my jaw became slack as I realized why this was called the Carnival Cerulean. Bundles of living flame were suspended in the air, casting their beautiful light on the Carnival below. The flames weren’t normal, flickering with orange and red light. They were a rich shade of blue, cerulean to be exact. Within those flames were different shades and colors, all stemming from the color blue. They crackled and snapped, sending cobalt embers into the air whenever something managed to catch itself in the flames.

Jessica stuttered. Yuri smirked at Jessica’s stunned expression. “Who do you even fucking think Persephone is?” Jessica’s eyes widened at the codename of the informant who had given her the information on the Phantom XIII of Hati. “Persephone is the name of the companion of the Goddess of Witchcraft, Hekate, in Greek mythology.” Yuri smirked at Jessica’s stunned expression. “That’s right. I am Persephone. You really should have done your research properly. I allowed you to get that information on purpose.”

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.

“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?”

That was because it was a dangerous place where the gods used to kidnap women. The best known case was that of a young woman named Elizabeth, who was walking through the market and a god on a cloud took her away in front of everyone's eyes. She was never seen again but everyone rumored that she was chosen as the wife of some god. Celeste had grown up without friends and that made her very sad, so we would let her go to town in the company of one of us but never alone. She would get upset because we took care of her as if she were a child but we did everything for her safety.