Novelas y relatos de Circe

Tyler saw Circe’s hand raised as she faced him. Circe continued to chant the spell. “Impi atra, sacrilega udite. Impi atra, sacrilega udite.” “Tyler!” Kyra called. “Kyra ran!” Tyler had trouble speaking. Kyra got up and unleashed the white energy with one hand. “Kyra, what are you doing? Run, save yourself, Kyra.” Tyler said. “I must keep us alive, Tyler,” Kyra said. Circé smiled a little as the strong wind came to a halt throughout the forest. She had a big black energy ball in her hand.

‘Or am I just imagining things? Remus didn’t reply so I splashed water in Elaine's direction. She only smiled for a second before returning to her anxious expression. The longer I stared at her, the deeper the words of Alpha Kairo sank in. ‘Evil sometimes takes the appearance of those we love. Look at her, Tyler. Her innocent eyes could be the piercing ones of that witch. Her hair as black as moonless night will soon be the last thing you behold before she squeezes the air out of your lungs. The Greek Wolves know the face of Eliane for she once came from us. A child of Circe, the Goddess of Sorcery. Punch me if I’m wrong but I tell you, Diana’s Edge is enchant

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.

he asked. "Yes, you." She paced toward him and snaked her arm around Etiennette's before leaning her head against her skin. "Hello, Logan Pearce. I’m Cirilla Fiona Riannon. Call me Ciri." She smiled. "I heard you won against the world's leading champion in that showdown at River Lidra. Your renown reaches the seven seas. I've even heard of it!"

' I asked. Circe sighed. "I don't really care about all these people you mentioned. All I care about is getting my revenge and that is on the demons. Not on Damien, not on Hecate, not on werewolves. Whoever died were just casualties and they were not saints themselves," She explained.

"I am Alpha Ezekiel, this is the Bloodhound pack. And you are a rouge in my house, surrounded by my warriors, and my pack of 1500 men. You're not the one with the power here, I am. So when I ask a question I except it answered. Now. Who. Are. You?" I clenched my jaw in frustration, he was right. I had no power. No choice. He could do anything to me right now. And I wouldn't have any help or any way to stop him. I nearly reached at the thought. I was fucked. Royally. With that in mind I responded to his question; "Cecil." "And where did you came from? Are there any more like you?" He fired the questions in quick succession. "The East Coast, I travel alone and have not come across another fema

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.

A smile lazily published itself on her pale features. "You will, right?" After a long time of silence lingering amidst them, it was then Circe darted her eyes back to him. He stood still with his hands carefully placed on his back, hiding the sum of emotions from being read on his features. His eyes never dared to look into hers. "Worry yourself not CHARON, Amethyst is in good hands. I won't let anything happen to her, I promise." [Charon is Circe's parental name; She used it before she became an Aclina of NERIDA. Circe is the name she was given by the queen of oceans— Nerida. Since then, everyone

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.

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.