Circle Maker Novels & Stories

Michael said, his eyes focused on the circle in the distance. The summoned wolves lumbered around like mindless people—almost zombies. They were all in varying disarray, their clothes torn and their faces dirty. "It's magic," I said, my voice shaky. "What do we do? We have to help them?" "We will help them." Nathan walked closer to me and put his arm around me. "We just have to figure out how to destroy the circle." "That shouldn't be hard," Michael said. "The circle is made of a powder or something," Wendy said as she flashed Michael a dirty look. "I read about it in a spell book."

She slowly made it into a perfect circle and the glow slowly turned green as the material solidified with a design in the middle that looked like two open squares that spiraled in on themselves three times yet they never touched. Placing a hand on top of the solid circle she lifted her hand slowly upwards and the circle split into two identical circles. Waiting for the second one to finish solidifying she help her other hand out to the group of Males. Offering the circle to the Baffled group when one from the back steps forward and gently picks it up.

In one of the buds, a tiny almost invisible marking was made in black A small cursive ‘K’ My stomach dropped. NO. To be continued.......

"Shit cakes and pole dancers, babe. That's a lot of power in a small group of people." I nodded as I counted the gathered crowd. Twelve people. Twelve people who, prior to this could barely make water into steam when they boiled it, were standing in a small circle in the middle of the street. A lone figure in the middle. From the pretentious bright white clothing that seemed to gleam in the moonlight, it could only be Patrick as the center of the circle.

I really needed a Fairy god mother to get out of this one. My imaginations only got wilder and by the time I was done thinking, I was already convinced that I was crazy and I needed to get my emotions intact if I wanted to sort things out with Michael. Yeah we are calling him Michael again, but just for now. Don't get used to it yet. I needed to get things straightened out in my head before I approached him do I did not look crazy or insane . or maybe let my emotions take over and things escalate once more.

A circle. Finally closed.

He always managed to stir my composure. With a loud howl, Mr. Hale marked the initiation of the ritual. Gianna was made to stand in the middle of a circle drawn from oak wood. The circle had six more concentric rings each separated by 3, 6, and 9 repeating inches. Gianna stood 9 inches to the innermost circle. The seven concentric rings were made out of seven different things. The innermost was from the moonlight that was made to fall at a certain angle drawing a spherical shape.

CHAPTER 132 ~3RD PERSON’S POV~ A white piece of chalk suddenly materialized in Mary’s right hand. She crouched down and used the chalk to draw a magic circle on the ground, then drew a straight line from its center to its circumference. “How did she do that?” Lily whispered, leaning toward Marian, who stood beside her. “Do what?” Marian asked. “She drew a perfect circle and a straight line with only her hand. How much of a perfectionist does she have to be to be able to do that?"

"I've been counting down, and at the end of each day, I put a circle. When I have thirty circles, I'll be completely free! I'll be stupid before I make a bet with him again!" "Hey actually… you need 31 circles." Gale gave her a friendly reminder.