Circe Novels & Stories

The witches from the Council and the Crescent Moon Pack had also raided the cabin but couldn't find any lead. They had performed a spell in an attempt to look through Hilda's memories, the French quarter witch who had found Jasmine at the cabin. She and the dead witches belonged to the French Quarter coven of witches and they were following a lead to find Jasmine. It led them to the cabin at the Greengrove but unfortunately, they were attacked and outnumbered by rogues, and witches bearing the pyramid symbol. The same symbol that was imprinted on the ranking officials of the Council right before they died. I just found out all of these were connected, especially to the prophecy and Cirilla w

She positions me right in the middle of the clearing and gestures her hands so that the candles that are illuminating the circles, decrease their intensity, making the only light that stood out, be that of the moon. “With the powers and knowledge entrusted to me, I ask that the goddess of the moon bless this child who today becomes complete, through me, Luara, the daughter of the red eyes.” With this, everyone hands over and begins to pray in the name of the Moon Goddess. The moon itself, I begin to grow and its light becomes stronger and more intense, overshadowing the candles.

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.

Of all the beauty, hers was the most divine. Her purple eyes gleamed with her grey armor as she rose from the ashes, did her purple gaze shine with her tears or her enemy’s blood? They were afraid to call her by her name……. Athena. I am Athena Raven Lark, and this is my Story.

Circe's face was a mess of tears and snot, without a trace left of the future Queen of the Gods. Sylvia raised her hand, and a silver-white divine seal fell onto the center of Circe's brow. "You slandered Vera and Orson as a whore and her lover, so I mark you with the seal of truth. From this day on, every time you try to insult them, the seal will speak the truth for you." Circe shook her head wildly and opened her mouth to curse me, but what came out was a different sentence entirely. "Vera is Lord Theron's own sister."

Athena nudges Adonis shoulder playfully “…We are family even Hermione, please let us know what exactly is going on! Are you Fairy Circe? Are you by chance, Helios’ mate? ‘cause I don’t know what to think anymore! Him not hurting you… the way he looks at you, you blowing him a kiss the other day; something you do not do at all. The Hermione that I know, will not go around snatching or assaulting other people’s mate … For a split-second Hermione, when Fairy Circe walked into that ballroom, I thought it was you, then she said she was Fairy Circe, but I do not know of any other

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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."

as i watched on, i realized how almost childlike stephan had sounded "calm down and do not lose focus on the smell, stephan. that is your memory anchor to help you stay grounded," circe said calmly i was surprised at how cool she was taking stephan's odd behavior "no, please! mom do not leave, bring her back!" stephan was yelling at the top of his voice now. his eyes were wide with fear and desperation "stephan, focus on my voice, when i snap my finger, you will come back to me," circe said, her tone slightly urgent

she added. "You are more than just a dark demon, Livia. Your blood could make someone very powerful. Your bloodline was among the oldest gods... the very first goddess of witches, Circe, a sex-mad ancient sorceress and enchantress, daughter of the sun god, and the nymph Perse, or, some will have it, the goddess of witchcraft." "Really?" "Yes, and... why did the dark demon?" "Because you also have a... well... a lineage of the Moon Goddess,"

Kareela is the elder's great-granddaughter. We went inside a room where old books are kept, there we saw an old lady holding a book that is the same size as the book of origin, and beside the old lady is the man who has wings. I held Zale by the end of his clothes and looked at him with a warning look and he just nodded out of submission. "You're here fated child of the goddess Tana and the fated child of the goddess Sedna, we would like to ask of you." I would like to just go out of this very room because this old lady is creeping the hell out of me. Her eyes are pure white, with no signs of the pupil or what-so-ever. Zale hid behind me, as if he can hide, he is basically taller than me.