Circles 1 Novels & Stories

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.

Found who I am. Incantation: Fire, Earth, Metal, Air, Water and Blood. By these elements, we bind the circle, and follow in the steps of our ancestors; who pledged themselves to fight against the forces of darkness. When evil assails us, when fear weakens us, when descent threatens us, in the circle we will find our power. We come to this place alone, but leave bound as one. With this oath, our journey begins together. Do you accept the circle?

As for his wife, wearing a tight black short-sleeved shirt with tights of the same color. Cia moves one hand in the air in a circle. At a distance of one meter, a circle with a large black color in the center appeared. It's a portal. Not just one, there are many portals. "Please pick up your troops, me and Zeno will be waiting in the field."

Fragile. But real. She turned another page. This one contained a rough sketch. A circle. Inside it rested countless smaller circles connected by thin lines. Most of the lines converged toward a dark center. One circle remained separate. Unconnected. The drawing carried only two handwritten notes. The Continuum. And beneath the isolated circle— The Witness. Valerie stared at the page. "What is this?" Evelyn stepped closer. "I don't know completely." "You've seen it before." "I've seen parts."

"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.

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.

Cedric glared at me and then he just smirked. All the children are now tied inside the magic circle surrounding us. I'm inside a different circle inside the magic array, that is not connected to the children but there is one line it's connected to, and when I looked ahead the line, there's another array ahead but that array is empty.

I was also in the wrong position to be able to kick him like I had been taught by my mother. When we got to the flat area, and I saw the painted circle, I was horrified. The circle wasn’t just painted; it was drawn in something dark and thick, gleaming wetly under the moonlight. Symbols I didn’t recognise twisted along its edges, pulsing faintly as if alive.

"And the building has been making us. And we have been making the days. The circle is complete in the tenth year. Not closed — the circle does not close. But visible as a circle rather than as a line." Ernest thought about this. The circle rather than the line. The line was the ordinary understanding of time — one thing after another, the progression, the movement from here to there. The circle was something else. The circle was the understanding that each thing returned to each other, that the beginning was present in the end, that the first year was present in the tenth year, that the foxglove seeds were present in the foxgloves at the quince trees. "The circle is visible from the threshol

she added then raised his eyebrow. "My question before, What's in those circles?" I asked, she looked at me seriously then took a deep breath and stood up then someone took a shelf on the side, I frowned when I saw the circle she was holding . she sat down in front of me and showed me the circle she was holding. Unlike some circles Dark and I saw in MR earlier, this circle is black. I also don't have a transparent picture. "Fake memories are the contents of the circles you saw before." she said then let go of the circle she was holding causing it to roll towards me, with one hand I took it then stared, I really don't see a picture.