Circular Gallifreyan Novels & Stories

she asked and watched Harry disappear into the room. Hannah looked at Philip and passed the baton of speaking to him. She always ran from situations like this, she was very bad at it. "You have a letter" Philip said. "Me? A letter?" Gwenevere walked closer and saw a white envelope lying on the tall dining table. She picked it up and looked at both her parents, wondering why they were silent. She opened the envelope and brought out a smaller paper from within.

I wrapped my hand around my sleeve, picked up the scroll, and shook it loose. At the top, in an archaic script, was the name Rumpel Kracknuts. Beneath it was a diagram of symbols I didn’t recognize, but they formed a ritual circle. “Griff.” I turned the parchment toward him. “Does this make any sense to you?” He leaned forward, his brow furrowed. “Ogham symbols of a Celtic variety, combined with Gaelic letters to form an Enochian invocation. It’s a faerie summoning.”

“Wait… Did you hear anything specific? A word, a phrase?” I nodded. “Gilly mumbled something before this all began. “Priori incantatem.” It didn’t make sense at first, but now…” Rachel’s eyes lit up with recognition. She grabbed her satchel, pulling out one of the ancient books she always carried. Her fingers flew across the pages, searching until she froze.

Ban: So… Lord Drago: I was really trying to keep this a secret but… Come Forth! Spier! (Night sky) A crack in space just besides Lord Drago appears and as that pitch black crack widens, a creepy hand holds the edge of the crack space and a figure creepily appears out of the crack space. A shadowy figure that sent chills to my spine but somehow I kept my cool. It was tall and had wings that were incredibly torn and scary. It grew horns and had long hair. Its figure seems to be that of a woman but that creepiness is insane. If I had to really compare it. I’d say it's similar to a forest fairy you see in movies that got bitten by a zombie and a vampire at the same time and now it's a Fairy Zomb

We were staking a claim. The entrance behind us sealed silently. The wards of the Hall of the Bond held strong wolves patrolled above, guards kept watch but here, in this hidden chamber beneath the ruins, something else opened. “Look,” Kale whispered. Across the far wall, ribbons of violet light snaked around carved glyphs glyphs older than any we had catalogued. The markings twisted in the moon‑shapes and blades crossing, circles within circles. The roots of our bond, laid bare. I crouched and traced one of the lines. The glow responded, pulsing beneath my finger. A faint sound accompanied it like breathing through water. I straightened.

Chelsa admitted shyly, relaxing as Ruby slid her arms around Chelsa’s slim waist and cuddled into her side. “And where all, besides my father's notes, is this cross like symbol present?” Emrys asked. “Great question,” Chelsa smiled. “This symbol was atop the vampiric commandments, but the thing is, it only appeared upon the galena ore about twenty years ago - aka, around the time you were born so the Woman of Sorrow must be alive and well,” Shocked, I blinked and tried to think. “Why would she be so concerned about Emrys? He’s a werewolf, a knight and alpha too, I thought vampires hated royal werewolves.”

" I leaned in closer to hear her; the gaze sends a shiver down my spine. "CIRCULUM," she said. "What's the CIRCULUM?" My curiosity piqued, "It's a very powerful golden ring to wake the dead," she sounded serious about it. "You mean the golden CIRCULUM locked away in Shadowfang Vault?" My eyes opened widely. "The powerful golden ring that can wake the dead!" "Yes," I stepped away from her; this isn't the Hira I fell in love with. I walked to the entrance of her dimly lit room; she walked slowly behind me and quickly held my hand.

A spiral symbol - same as the one Rayna had described on his neck. Behind me, Garrick appeared from the shadows, his armor streaked with soot. “Two dead by the west hall,” he said grimly. “But no trace of him. It’s like he vanished.” “Not vanished,” I said slowly, crouching near the mark. “Pulled.” Rayna joined me, kneeling beside it. The sapphire at her throat still glowed faintly, casting shards of blue across the floor. “It’s her, isn’t it?” she whispered. “Nythera.”

Malleteagan’s POV We are slowly but surely advancing down through ill-dimmed, sewer-like channels that separate Oribus from Damnarynth, the next circle of Wengarthria. Now I understand why they call it the way they do. It is a damn labyrinth, although I was told that it got its name from all the damned souls that are built within it. This level of Wengarthria seems like an underworld maze. It is laid out so complexly that it almost reminds of a large underworld ant heap. Ghouls of lost souls loitering around, screeching and beginning for mercy. Arachnoid warriors are protruding and attacking us left, right and centre as we advance through stinky swamp sewage of Damnarynth that reaches my wai

--- GREYTECH Private Bunker – Lily’s War Room Far away, in a secure, black-glass chamber of the GREYTECH network, Lily’s team was finalizing preparations. Holographic maps shimmered across the room, casting light over faces set in grim determination. Witches, warlocks, Lycans, and rogue agents—all had answered her call. The insignia of her network gleamed on their armor: silver branches over twin moons, a symbol that had become synonymous with both fear and hope.