Circle Library Novels & Stories

" I might be at war with my father, but if real trouble hits, his men would be here in a blink—raining hell. Carter? He had no backup. If he died, that was it. No revenge. Just a grave. Carter maintained eye contact, processing everything. I continued, voice low. “Ever wonder why some wars never happen? Why do men vanish without a trace? That’s the Circle. They decide before blood hits the pavement.” Carter gave a grim smile, slipping his copy of the signed document into his briefcase. “Now you know what the Circle is. But knowing and surviving it? Two different things.” Andrew got up. Meeting over. Carter shook his hand before turning to me. "I’ll handle it. Clean, no mess. You have my word

I let out with a sigh. We head out and go through my private elevator to the basement, where my security team is already on standby. “The Circle” is the most exclusive nightclub in the city. Only an invite can give you access to the premises. I have heard of many influential people trying to gain access, little do they know that it’s only available to the underworld.

she says. He nods. “You gained it.” They sit with that truth between them. “You’re no longer viable as a passive asset,” he continues. “You’ve exceeded the parameters I designed for you.” “That sounds like failure,” she says. “It sounds like evolution,” he corrects. “Which can still be useful.” She does not flinch. “I’m listening,” she says. Shepherd leans back slightly. “The Circle is not what you think it is,” he begins. “It was never a single organization. It was a convergence of interests. Governments. Corporations. Families like yours.”

Lucky's POV He was surprisingly fast at mounting his horse and reached his hand out to me. “Thanks,” I said and let him help me up behind him. “So, what do I call you?” “The name’s McCollum,” he said, almost overly dramatic, but with a sense of pride and majesty that seemed to justify it. “Marcus McCollum.” “You say it as if it’s supposed to mean something,” I said, hoping not to disappoint him too much that I didn’t recognize his face or his name. He turned and looked down at me, and as I had already guessed, he was surprised.

The top half of the page is covered by an intricate design. The center of the design is a small square with a circle surrounding it. Around the circle are letters. Then several concentric rings surround the letters, each one larger than the last. Some are made up of circles connected together. Others are made of octagons and other shapes. The circles end and triangles form yet another circle around the design. In each triangle is a number and each number is different. Finally, there is one last circle that surrounds the entire design and connects the point of each triangle together.

Red asked next. Circe smiled again. "Nothing you do can ruin my plan," she said. "You're all part of it." Red could not utter a word again at this point. She fell silent and focused on driving us to the Tree Circle. Eventually. We came to a place where multiple tries were lined in a circular form, just like the name. There was a path in the centre which we drove through. Red stopped the car when we reached the largest clearing which I figured was the eye of the circle.

Lila’s chest ached as she tried to catch her breath. “Tell me what’s going on,” she demanded, gripping his arm. “You knew. You’ve always known.” Cade’s jaw tightened. “You wouldn’t have believed me.” “Try me!” He hesitated, eyes searching hers. “Harper isn’t working alone. She’s part of something called The Circle. It’s been running Ravenwood for years—students, professors, even alumni. They choose who wins, who fails, who breaks.” Lila’s eyes widened. “And I’m their next target?”

With an intense gaze focused on us, he pivoted towards our direction. He warned, "You underestimate the strength of this group at your own peril. They hold significant power and have no qualms about removing anyone who obstructs their path." I asked firmly, "Who are they? And what is their objective? Or what did you think about them. I don't think they come friendly" Lawson explained that a clandestine group called The Circle is widely recognized. This secret society comprises prominent individuals from diverse domains such as business, politics and law enforcement, who have been covertly controlling happenings for numerous years.

Sandy enters the living room right as I open the book and start flipping through the pages in a hurry. Once I find what I’m looking for, I read out loud, “The Moonward Circle is an organization built by gifted healers, who chose to leave their packs. The members formed a volunteer circle to dedicate their lives to saving others. Unlike rogues, the members of the Circle are respected and admired.” I lift my eyes to Sandy. “That’s where we need to go.” “I don’t know where to find them,” she mutters with a frown, but she’s already packing, grabbing a bag and stuffing in essentials. “We’ll figure it out on the way.”

Silver Dawn. The sixth Circle in the seven-Circle structure that organized our world, sorted us by ability, by gift, by what the bloodline carried down through generations whether anyone asked it to or not. The Circles were not a hierarchy, not the way outsiders sometimes assumed when they heard the numbering. They were a taxonomy. Here is what you can do. Here is where you belong. Here is how you serve. The sorting happened young, around the first shift, when the body declared itself and the Circle elders came to look and wrote down what they saw.