Circe Novels & Stories

Angeline quickly placed her hand over his tiny mouth, “Don’t ever talk about death again okay?” He nodded without saying anything. “You said your mama?” She asked again to be sure. “Yes, my pretty mama,” he blurted joyfully. Just then the door opened and Aurora walked in with a tray of juice for the guest. “There” Liam was pointing at her, “she is my mama” he added and Angeline turned towards her, her eyes contained something unfathomable and expressionless. “Have some Juice maam” aurora said casually as she placed the tray beside her,

Maria stared in astonishment at how mesmerising his eyes were and the mole—he had a mole on his nose. Something about it felt awfully familiar. Does she know this person?

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.

He leaned forward to take in more of the intoxicating scent of Jasmine, his eyes closed and he unconsciously leaned closer to her neck taking in the refreshing smell but at the moment she turned her face to the side, their noses brushed against each other, halting their movements. His eyes opened, feeling her move. His world stopped meeting a pair of earthly green orbs. Hazel caged her pupil while green guarded the iris. Deep swirling pools of green guarded by thick lashes, his eyes traveled down to her dainty button nose, slight chubby cheeks, a perfect jaw, his gaze flickered to those delicate petal like lips, plum and soft looking, black threads of silk framing her face and the nerdy big

- 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.

She looks like she’s about a decade old, but the intensity of her eyes and the power radiating off her tells me that she’s not what she seems. Her eyes traverse across us until they stop in front of Lana. “Abaddon, destroyer of all,” she looks at me, “Lucifer, king of hell,” then moves her gaze to Michael, “Michael, Archangel and protector of heaven. I am Clotho the Moirai, the Weaver of fates.” Lana vows her head in deference, “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Clotho. If my history serves me right, there are three of you.”

Then it was Cath’s turn to order, “One Smoked Apalachicola Oysters for Lyra and Paarmesan – Herb Angus for me.” “You and Lyra seemed like twin sisters.” Genevieve commented and Catherine, for some reason, wanted to make Genevieve go home. “Yeah, we saw you two earlier goofing around.” Jackson said and Klein nodded as well as some of the girls. Lyra thought that Catherine was like some Goddess for Mrs. Hernandez’s students. She was truly a role model for them and genuinely interested in making friends with her. She was seeing a new side of Catherine. “Also, you recommended her.” Ingrid added and everyone was looking at Catherine with eagerness hoping to tell the story behind that.

Zeriyah, Rhona, and a few witches tried to tear down the shield but couldn't. It only disappeared when Cyrene breathed her last, her hands falling from the crystal stone and her head slamming against the table. I caught Davina in my arms before she collapsed on the floor. She was unconscious with her body burned furiously. My dark eyes shifted to Cyrene. She was dead. And just like the others, the burned flesh of her wrist formed the pyramid symbol. Bloody hell!

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.