Circe X Telemachus Novels & Stories

I grit my teeth, ready to face whatever Circe has planned, knowing that her magic never comes without a price. Circe smiles at me, slowly approaching us. Fenrir growls, letting her know not to come any closer. She tilts her head before saying, “Is that any way to treat the person who will help you get your true mate back?” Fenrir bares his teeth, showing he holds no trust for her. Her laughter is soft and unsettling, echoing through the silent forest. "You can hate me if you want, wolf, but you need me more than you care to admit," she adds, her eyes glinting with ancient mischief. I steady myself, wary yet unable to ignore the fragile hope her words ignite somewhere deep inside me.

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.

Just then, someone beside her gasped, breaking the silence. “The three lycan princes!” Suddenly, something shifted within Lydia, as if she had been expecting this moment. A voice in her mind, Circe, stirred to life. “MATE,” it exclaimed, resonating with a deep longing. The aroma intensified; it was a blend of hot coffee and honey. She recognized that the scent was coming from the man in front. Without thinking, she began to walk toward him, feeling the pull of her instincts. Circe hadn’t failed her; she felt drawn to hug him and plant kisses on his cheek. But before she could reach him, the prince walked past her and scooped up Thalia in his arms. Thalia giggled as he brought her down, his b

Circe grinned "Ohh but you know him or don't you Hunter,....'no matter how much he tries,a chick can never run away from the eyes of a hawk'...sounds familiar right Hunter?" Hunter stumbled back and held the table for support,his face as white as snow "No...... it's not possible, it can't be". Circe smirked "But it is,he said that if you don't give him exactly what he wants....then he is going to make sure you lose everyone you care about" And with that,she left. I went to stand beside Hunter who still looked dumbfounded and I put my hands on his shoulder "It's him right?".

“Blessings to you as well, Iokaste. What you have done for the Menae is legendary. Now that Delilah has sewn your tale into the stars, people you shall remember you for the rest of time as a heroine among Olympians. You receive my blessing as well. Let it be.” “Thank you, your Highness. I am humbled and honored.” I take a shaky breath and bow at her. The Goddess looks around again and makes eye contact with Lady Camille, who smiles gratefully and wipes a tear from her eye. “Mother.” Lady Camille whispers. “You’ve blessed us by being here.” Hecate makes a motion with her hand in the air and is instantly standing in front of Lady Camille. She takes her hands and holds Lady Camille’s face in he

I mused in surprise at the tense exchange. “Please, we hate each other.” Circe quipped dismissively. “We have been cramped here for too long and it is driving us crazy, we could use the action.” “But what if it does not work out?” I asked worriedly. “Focus on the moment, Sage, it is waste of time to be torturedby your imaginations.” Circe replied sagely. “Yeah, I know but I just saw something that made me think like that.” I rebutted. “That is because you are standing on the Pentagram of Doubt.” Circe said and I looked down to see that I was indeed standing on a Pentagram that glowed with red light.

Minutes away from r--- “Move one more inch and I swear to you I will break every bone in your body” My eyes shot open at his voice. The voice I was literally dying to hear. The face I was imploring to see. The sight in front of me was breath taking and comforting. Five guys in white shirts and rolled sleeves were standing there. But he was the outstanding one. He still managed to maintain his sexiness even when he looked like he’ll murder any living soul that passes him. He was looking at me and there was nothing but softness in those eyes. I felt like melting in them. I wanted to run into his arms. Apologize for everything. Call out to him. Yet all I managed to say was a soft whisper of his

"I'm going to need a favour from you when we meet her." "What favour?" Circe asked, wariness creeping into her voice. "Just promise me that no matter what I say, you'll play along." Circe's eyes narrowed. "If it makes sense." "Even if it doesn't. Promise me you'll play along." The room fell silent as Circe studied Kyren's face, trying to read between the lines. Finally, she sighed and rolled her eyes. "Fine. But if you get me killed, I'm haunting you for eternity."