Circles 1 Novels & Stories

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.......

"The elixir is now active. Position yourself at the centre of the circle." I did as I was told, and put myself at the very centre, jjst below the strange writing. I watched my mother take a step back and pour a bit of the elixir into a small circle hole at the top of the line. She did that for each line and once she had poured some elixir into the last circle, each of the circles lit up.

“River and Permiton, take her left hand together. Brook and Akin, her right.” They do. River’s fingers are warm and steady. Permiton’s are cold and trembling, but they curl firmly around mine. On the other side, Brook’s palm is slightly damp, but he tightens his grip without hesitation. Akin’s hand is solid, sure, grounding. Their fingers link across mine. And then, one by one, they reach out for each other. Akin clasps River’s hand, River clasps Brook’s, Brook clasps Permiton’s, and Permiton clasps Akin’s. The circle is complete.

“The bouts will be paired with highest taking on the lowest – though some small variations have been made in order to ensure fair play.” My eyebrows raise at this announcement. Wait – wait what? What does that mean? “When your number is called, pair up in your designated circle,” the Captain continues, sounding a little bored as panic flares in my chest. “In Circle 1 we have #1 against #119,” the captain says, pointing towards it.

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.

This weirdass fire in my hands breaks them out of whatever command they are under. I keep going with my instincts and make a circle. All the crop patches were circles. There was a circle around Mike’s pentagram. I am clearly fireproof so we can just force them through. Maybe we don’t have to kill anymore innocent people today.

Wanted to be proven right about her being cursed. "Do not look at them," Vera said quietly. "Look only forward. At the circle." Miranda forced her eyes ahead. The sacred circle sat in the center of the clearing, drawn in salt and silver powder that gleamed under the moonlight. The pattern was intricate, symbols and lines weaving together in ways that made Miranda's eyes hurt if she looked too long. Hundreds of candles surrounded it, their flames perfectly still despite the night breeze. It was beautiful and terrifying at the same time.

During the process of drawing the magic circle, they were constrained to a mere ten-second glimpse of the template I had provided, and mandated to complete their rendition without lifting their hands from the scroll. The rationale behind this instruction lies in the fundamental principle that a magic circle cannot be pieced together; it must be summoned in a singular, unbroken stroke. This crucial lesson underscores the necessity of maintaining a seamless flow of mana during the creation of magic circles. By instilling this practice early on, the children are equipped to navigate future challenges with ease and proficiency. Ensuring the uninterrupted flow of mana is paramount in their magica

A black background. A white circle divided into nine lines. The same symbol from the envelope. One sentence slowly appeared beneath it. WELCOME TO THE GAME.

No windows. Just the box. Marcus frowned. “Too easy.” Ethan agreed. “Nobody touch it.” Amelia slowly walked around the room. Her eyes scanned every wall. Every crack. Every stone. Then she noticed a familiar symbol carved into the floor. A circle with four intersecting lines. “The Circle,” she whispered. Ethan knelt beside the carving. “No.” He brushed away years of dust. “This symbol is older.” Elena stepped closer. “I’ve seen it before.” Everyone looked at her.