Circles 1 Novels & Stories

"Let's pay attention to him later. I feel that this guy's mental state is different from others." "Since he can find our location before the test even begins, he's already worthy of our attention." "Hopefully, his performance will be as dazzling." "Go ahead and inform them that it's about time, and we can raise the Virtual Fantasy Formation." After Caspian found the elders' spot, he did not pay attention to that place anymore. Instead, he looked at the circular ring at the most front of this number eight area. All of the ten areas had the same circular rings, and each of the circular rings would have 12 smaller rings in them. Additionally, the 12 small circles were separated from each other,

Fabian hit the floor like a dog face-planting in the dirt, groaning in pain. His lackey, Chester, grabbed a chair and swung it at me after seeing him getting hit. I dodged to the side, kicked him hard in the butt, and sent him crashing into the pile of wreaths. Fabian scrambled up from the ground with his fleshy face twisted in fury. “Are you tired of living, Mattie? Do you have any idea where the Jeffersons stand in Cirrus? Even having ten lives would not save you!” I curled my lips. There weren’t many people in this world who could take my life.

A holy circle was drawn on the bedsheet with blood. ‘Janus!’ I tried to mindlink Janus, but the holy circle cut it off. The circle was used by the 1st Saint to defeat the 1st Messiah. If I don’t find a way to get away from it, it will suck all my energy within an hour. Shit! “There’s no use. Both of us know, even the 1st Messiah wasn’t able to break free from this circle. Don’t even try, Messiah. Give up, you have lost this battle,” Kazeal said, signaling Devon.

Then I killed the phone and shoved it into my pocket. “Rhea.” I crouched halfway, lowering myself so our eyes met. Hers locked on mine. “You saw the paper? The little symbols—waves, circles, slanting lines?” She nodded fast. “If I tell you, where do you press?” “You don’t want me touching—” “If I tell you.” My gaze sharpened, forcing her focus. “The tiny circle in the very center. The one that looks the most… blurry. Two seconds. No longer. Got it?”

Because I have something worth holding. Dax. Micah. Luna Rose. The Circle. Tomorrow, we keep building. The Circle is strong. And nothing cannot stand against everything.

If only the lady knew that any eighteen year old werewolf would do that comfortably. The lady wasn't alone. In the back of the car was a little boy, seven or eight years at most. He was playing a game on his tablet, it had all of his attention. “You like the game, right? What's the name?” The boy looked up and smiled. “Yes, it's really fun, it's called Butter Slap.” “What happens in the game? You slap people on the face with butter?" To my surprise, the boy nodded in agreement. “Yes! You have played it before? What level did you get to? I doubt you went beyond level seven, half my class didn't go beyond level five.”

His hips ground against mine as he whispered my name over and over, a mantra only he knew this intimately. Vetur flared, energy zinging through me. My power was back. It reached for him and his fire answered. In a daze, I watched as they mingled and became one. Pure white and glacial blue intertwined with burning red, vibrant yellow, and glowing orange. It was majestic. My Vetur and his fire.

“Air, Fire, and Water.” “I wonder if this circle is for spirit?” Grace says turning my head towards her direction. “We should all meet in person.”

POV: Lila (primary), Echoform (acclimating), Nareth (alignment in shadow), Kehra (fray-hum restored), Saela (tracking renewal), Elora (scribe inside rhythm), Maximus (guardless stillness), Vathil (not responding,receiving) Lila The circle did not expand today. It opened. Difference matters. Expansion implies expectation, invitation sent outward. But opening opening is something born from what’s already present choosing to unfold.

"Alright... what am I supposed to get?" Conor’s grin stretched wide. "That's my girl." He flipped open the old, worn-out book in front of us, turning the pages until he stopped at a symbol etched in thick, black ink. It was a large, dark ring with two triangles meeting at the top in a straight line. Inside the circle, two more triangles—sharp, like a wolf's canines—flanked either side of the line. The image stirred something in me. It felt oddly familiar.