Circles Seventeen Novels & Stories

"I'm so glad you could all join me. It's nice to see you know how to 'voluntarily' do as you're told." I hated this guy. "Despite the rumors, I'm not one for big speeches, so I'll make this brief. Harlow?" That was her cue to hand out several folders. "As you'll see in the paperwork that's being handed out by my lovely assistant, you have all the information you need to safely get across the border and back." "Hold on," Blayze said, holding up a map. "This route takes them through Seventh Circle territory." The Seventh Circle was a rival MC. They were humans, but we'd had violent dealings with them in the past.

That was enough to distract Gwen who showered Royce with kisses while saying, "Oh I am so proud of you Roycee-boo! What a great way to start the day!" This time, August was watching them. She looked happy for them but also disgusted by them. She turned to me and said, "Weirdos," while rolling her eyes. Royce then toured us to his photo exhibit. Thirteen pieces of photos which he called The Last Year of Seventeen– his concept was the final year of highschool. The final year of freedom and youth. The final year before we are faced with bigger challenges and choices that would actually impact our lives. Most of the photos were taken in the Academy. Some in the Liberty Mead with Royce’s horse. M

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Lucien pointed toward the inner rim. I looked where he indicated. Silver lines slowly emerged beneath centuries of weathered stone. They weren't random. They formed a circle. Then another. Then dozens more. The same pattern I had seen in my visions. Seven circles surrounding a larger one. My pulse quickened. Again. Seven. Everything came back to seven. The connection hummed softly. Not with urgency. Recognition. The carvings were older than Blackthorn Territory. Older than the castle. Older than the pack itself.

Their voices are echoing in his mind, but they did not hinder him to move forward. The Seventh Circle, divided into three rings, houses the Violent. Ring 1: Against Neighbors: In the first round of the seventh circle, the murderers, war-makers, plunderers, and tyrants are immersed in Phlegethon, a river of boiling blood and fire. Ring 2: Against Self: The second round of the seventh circle is the Wood of the Suicides, in which the souls of the people who attempted or committed suicide are transformed into gnarled, thorny trees and then fed upon by Harpies, hideous clawed birds with the faces of women; the trees are only permitted to speak when broken and bleeding. these suicides, unique amon

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.

she asked curiously as she scooted closer to me her eyes widening in excitement. I laughed then I answered her. "Yes and No" I said then she furrowed her brows at me, then I continued.. " Yes Africa is Continent and I am Nigerian and Nigeria is one of the Fifty five countries that are under Africa" I explained further. " Owww okay, I just assumed that Africa is like one place" she said

We stood there, fear and hope braided together, knowing the world would keep watching, judging, testing. But for now, I felt something rare. Not certainty. But safety in the choosing. And that at seventeen felt like everything.

Her heart punched through her ribs as she spotted the door marked “PROTOTYPE STABILIZATION UNIT.” Inside: rows of pods. Children. Some unconscious. Some crying. And Seventeen, limp in the corner, his hands chained in silver cuffs. “No,” she whispered, running to him. His eyes fluttered open. “Didn’t think… you’d come…” “I never stopped,” she said, breaking the cuffs with a snarl. The moment her fingers touched his, his body convulsed. Another signal. Another trigger. The Circle was trying to reclaim him. But this time, she was ready.

“We met in a very spicy way and I’m sure you’ve learnt about it, I know Audrey to be smart and sharp mouthed, I also know she can be mischievous and Naughty, I love all of these about her.” “This is the type of person that can be around me, in my life. Even if it would be a duration of just one year.” I don’t know why I shouted the time frame out loud, Sandra noticed the change in volume of my voice but she didn’t say anything, she looked away from my face to stare at the ceiling of my car. It’s fascinating and intriguing I just say, I looked up at it too to admire the ash coverage, dotted with sing diamond glitter stones, it has a witch that adds colourful and beautiful lights when turned