Circe Novels & Stories

There are seven Oracles in the Lycaon palace, but one of them was the most powerful and closest to the moon goddess as everyone believed. Her name is Cordelia. She was a popular oracle, talked about around all werewolf and Lycan packs. As we approached her shrine, goose bumps started to creep up my skin, along with a banging headache. I started to panic. Ever since the incident where Draven got shot, I haven’t had this recurring headache. I wanted to believe it was gone forever but as I started to feel the pain, fear crept in.

"Your powers define you Azura. They are connected to your emotions, anger, sad, happiness. Your emotions can control your power. You just need to learn how to keep them at Bay." Wow, okay. Can someone wake me up from this nightmare already?. What's with all these talks about powers? "I know this must all sound strange to you. But you will understand everything soon." "I don't even know what to call you. I mean from your voice, I know you are female. But a female what exactly? Who are you and what's your name?" Maybe we could start there. "My name is Lily. I am your spirit guide and I'm so happy to find out you are alive little princess. We all thought you were dead"

I try to take care of her at work and outside work, her husband does everything he can to keep her out of trouble. Norah pouts, and I pull her out of the kitchen until we're in a safe, quiet zone. She shows me a small vile wrapped in a silky napkin, watching with wide eyes to see my reaction. "What the hell is that?" I have to ask. She grins. "It's another poison to add to my collection. I finally got the belladonna extract," she explains. "Are you crazy?" I whisper-shout, looking around. "This is a restaurant! You have to stop bringing them here!"

Prince Jude gently rubbed the back of his head while smiling and as for Prince Leo, he seemed to be scolding Prince Jude. We heard another loud explosion, that’s why we looked at Lady Clementine, whose eyes are now open and there’s only 20 minotaurs left. We saw the minotaurs kneeled in front of her, then she shook hands with the minotaur in the middle. Lady Clementine opened the gate, then the minotaurs entered it. After a few minutes, they are all gone. Lady Clementine used her power to lift the corpses of the minotaurs and what shocked us is that she stored it in a jar. She used her power to shrink the corpses of the minotaurs that she killed, then put them in a jar.

Her voice echoed in the empty castle. "This looks creepy" Hadiya added scurrying after her stupid friend. Hadiya was the one paranoid friend everyone had in their friend group but even she couldn't deny the fact that Zoya's adventures were worth the risk. "Are you kidding me? Look at this- OH MY GOD...... THERE'S A INDOOR FOUNTAIN!!!" She exclaimed running off to the fountain she saw from afar. The pillars around it were covered with vines and moss and the pot of the fountain was all green because of algae.

Reina said quietly. Now the four mature humans stood under the rain, Langit witnessed the cracks and loss of half the soul and trust of Green Elira Natusha, a woman he knew as an underachieving student, a woman he knew has a high social character, and the woman who has made him fell for her. "You must be Green, right? I'm Reina, are you sure you don't feel the need to hear anything from Alta? You came all the way from Jakarta to see him, right?" Reina asked Green who was completely reluctant to look at her and Alta.

- a hoarse voice says behind me. When I turned around, I saw a huge gray and black wolf that seemed to glow. His eyes were stark white as if he were blind, but he looked me in the eye intently. - Who are you? Where am I? - I asked him. - I have many names, but you can call me Vánagandr. Before the Moon Goddess created the Werewolves, she created the Lycons, and before the Lycans there were only wolves. I am the father of all wolves. As for why you're here, you are between life and death in the great garden that will take you back to life or to the realm of the dead.

A gentle breeze rustled the leaves, adding to the serene atmosphere. Circe was seated on a wooden bench outside, busy grinding herbs in a mortar. She was a striking woman, her beauty undiminished by age. Her long, silver hair flowed gracefully down her back, and her eyes sparkled with wisdom and warmth. She wore a simple yet elegant dress that seemed to flow like water around her. As the group approached, Circe looked up and her eyes immediately found Zyra. A gentle smile spread across her face as she nodded in recognition. "I have been waiting, child," she said, her voice melodic and filled with warmth.

The corners of his eyes crinkle as he sits down. “Tell me, Alpha Enrique, do you believe in the gods?” I cock a brow. “Yeah, maybe.” “Then do you believe that there was a time that the gods once walked this very earth?” “I guess so, there’s a lot of shit that exists that sounds unbelievable. What's a few immortals?” He smiles, “Then let me tell you about the daughter of the goddess Hecate. The Lesser Goddess, Circe.” This story has not begun and I already know I’m in for a long headache.

12: damaged people attract damaged people. × Love- Love is crazy. Because there's hardly any difference. × Juliet Robert's crazy was coincidentally playing as he looked out of the bus with a fatigued smile. Both their excitement grew as he finally crossed into Zurich- 'Katharina'