Circe Novels & Stories

“Would you like me to check your ears? I think something might be wrong with them.” She had just told herself that she wasn’t raised to be quarrelsome, yet she couldn’t explain why she felt so satisfied seeing the woman’s expression twist with annoyance. If only she had known how good it felt to stand up for herself, perhaps she wouldn’t have spent so many years letting others walk all over her. Lotte could clearly see the woman’s face turning red, as though she were struggling to keep herself from completely losing her temper. “Then allow me to introduce myself, mortal,” she said, forcing a smile. “I am Circe, His Majesty’s most favored servant. I am the only

But when Lydia’s eyes met hers, Blake realized that it was true. “No, no, she can’t be,” Blake said. Her sister was shivering, and Blake wrapped her arms around her in a comforting hug. “Look, Lydia, she’s going to be back. Maybe she’s just messing with us, you know?” Blake offered. But deep down, she knew Circe well—she loved to joke. “Athena,” Blake called to her wolf. Athena responded with a whine. “Can you sense Circe? She is gone—really gone. Please, can you connect with her or call her back?”

Then a voice came from the doorway, cold and amused and terrifyingly familiar. "Move aside." Everyone turned. A figure in a dark cloak stepped into the chapel, and when they lowered their hood, Adam's blood ran cold because it was her—Circe Nola, the real one, beautiful and ancient and smiling with Eve's face. "Let me save her," Circe said while she looked at Eve's dying body with possessive hunger, "after all, I can't let my vessel die before I need her."

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.

Hunter stared at me strangely "What happened Sydney,why do you look so frightened....Do you happen to know her" I gulped and managed to speak "Yes I know her,her name is Circe... and she is terrible, she's also a hybrid,a murderer and she deserve to die a very shameful death". To be continued.....

I say with the biggest smile on my face. “Oh, please, we can skip these formalities, Dora.” Selene giggles sweetly. “Now, let's move on with your ritual.” I kneel before the goddess of the moon as she turns to pick up the necklace that will be for a while the stabilizer of my powers.

That would make sense if she were part of some satanic ceremony. Suddenly she can feel the shape of the dried blood on her forehead and just knows that it, too, is a pentagram. It is no longer a nice sensation and she wants to scream again, sure that her lungs are now capable of bringing the whole building down. But now she is unable to move a muscle, let alone scream. She finds that she can’t even blink, although her eyes are drying up and stinging quite badly. There is a sudden loud electrical crackle. Sparks of electricity come from the points of the pentagram around her. And then Isabelle knows no more.

As she spoke the moons words. “Yes,” She spoke slowly. Her heart dropped as the newest chosen floated within her mind, her beast growling in displeasure at the prospect while her mind whirled in sympathy. Another life the Goddess would overrule. “A Conduit?” Leonidas questioned further. “A re-birth.” Leonidas stilled and her hand clenched his as their connection continued. A re-birth was never heard of in their lifetime, a divine gift the Goddess bestowed upon her greatest wolves, a curse for they were that it was bestowed upon.

Those closest to the few women scattered throughout the room offered their hand so the women could half curtsey and dip their heads. “My name is Cyan,” I mumbled. The Queen cut me a sharp look, the brown of her eyes glazed just slightly enough to let me know that her Vetur was surging. I considered lowering my gaze, but decided against it. My little act of defiance would surely piss her off more, but that was exactly what I wanted. I knew that I was stronger than her. Even without my mate, I was lethal, as evidenced by the litany of extra warriors strategically placed throughout the room. They expected me to fail with this joining just as I had at the others, so even here at the revealing ce

JAMIE A bottle of Champagne was chilling in a ice bucket on the table to the side, two crystal flute glasses were stood pretty beside it. One glass completely empty, while the other was still untouched. Two in the afternoon was too early for me, but Carmen on the other hand— well she was never one to turn down free champagne, or anything free for that matter. Being the centre of attention Carmen was in her element, which is exactly how it should be for any bride to be.