Circular Gallifreyan Novels & Stories

The scent grew thicker with every step, a cloying, sugary perfume that reminded me of funeral wreaths left to decay in the summer sun. The narrow bone tunnel broke open into a massive, circular chamber that looked like an inverted cathedral carved directly from the living bedrock. The vast perimeter was lined with heavy stone sarcophagi, each one deeply engraved with the double crescent of my family’s true, forgotten lineage. At the exact center of the floor lay a vast, circular pool of black water, its surface so perfectly still it resembled a sheet of solid obsidian.

Wedged into place like a puzzle piece that didn’t quite fit, but forced itself into place anyway. The smell comes first, dust and old ink. Not blood, not fire. This is not the lab. This is not the field. This is Obscura. A lecture hall. No, a chamber beneath it. Circular. Carved stone. A spiral of ancient symbols I now recognize as both Everley and Thornveil lined the walls. A figure flitted across my hazy field of vision, voice dulled by time and memory loss, but I know the cadence. Deliberate. Refined. Female.

a young councilor asked. Cassian’s gaze turned. “Ancient ones. From the old world. The untrained eye would not see. But we do.” I said nothing. But I already knew. From his first words, I knew. I had seen them—in fog, in dreams. “The central mark: interlocked circles, enclosed by a triple-peak arc. Its meaning is layered, but during the Old Moon War, it belonged to the Shadow Wolves.” My head snapped up. “Shadow Wolves?”

Noah came up sooner, and the two of them stood side by side, staring at the starry sky. "They are coming," Noah said in a deep worried voice, his cheerfulness have disappeared suddenly. "Who?" Pascal asked in confusion, Noah glanced at him "your past?" Pascal's face fell, and Noah continued "the people you remember will keep returning, till all of them awaken, who do you remember recently?" Pascal furrowed his eyebrows, and the person he remembered was Galore, the vampire with four arms, he is known for killing innocent humans and werewolves.

She asks but I don’t think this is an easy spell like it was to remove the rings. “I’m not sure. I’d need to study what it says first and see if I can conjure a spell that will work to open it. This is definitely old Greek, but I think these chains are more than just spelled.” I tell her as she grabs my ankle and starts reading the spell that is carved in the cuff. “I think you are right. There are markings on here that I have never seen before.” She says as she points to one marking on the cuff that I had noticed at first glance knowing it wasn’t spelled related by a regular witch.

Arthur giggles hearing me say that. “I should’ve known that you won’t satisfied with me. I am the one who is missing you, I really want you to get back and pay your losing bet” he laughs so hard and I throw a pillow at him. I was hoping he’ll forget about that bet. A day after arrived in this village, he and I made a bet about who will be the first to be involved in the love affair here, at that time I held Kathy's name, while Arthur held Anneth. And now it was clear that it was Anneth who had a chance to have a scandal with Dave. My defeat required me to accept all of Arthur's orders for 3 days. I don't think it's going to be difficult, considering that Arthur also always wakes up at 1 pm s

With a click, the clasp came undone, and the pendant fell to the floor. In a flash, Zoe’s eyes widened. She grabbed my collar like a madwoman. “Y-You… You didn’t switch fates? You lied to me?!” I looked at her in surprise. “What are you talking about?” Miles suddenly exclaimed, “Ow, Maisie. My neck feels itchy.” He pulled down his collar, exposing his collarbone, and clearly revealed who was actually wearing the demonic fate-swapping lock.

My fingers examined the fine-textured white substance. It smelled of old perfume and...gasoline? The odd scent only boggled me more. "What are you?" I whispered. Was it just some powdered chemical to keep the bugs out? Or something else entirely? ◇ "Vampirar et Dhampirica" The gothic-styled calligraphy printed in gold ink intrigued me as I studied the brownish, tattered cover. It was a vintage-looking book Miles currently engrossed himself in as he sat next to me.

Tonight was the eve of the summer solstice, when Bellford’s ancient wards grew thin—and when the Ember Circle’s secrets stirred most dangerously. She traced the cipher she’d uncovered in the margins of her great-uncle’s journal: a spiral of symbols that, when aligned just so, revealed the first lines of a verse in Old High Latin. Each character corresponded to a notch on the spine of the leather bound sketchbook. Isabelle’s heart thrummed at the thought of unlocking its hidden compartment the one Alexander had warned might contain either salvation or ruin.

“Hidden in a nest of thorns that bleed lies. It felt… old. And wrong.” Kairi turned the circlet over in his hands. “It feels cold. Not just metal, but…” His words trailed off as his fingers found a hidden catch. The circlet split open with a soft click. Nestled inside the hollow band was a single, desiccated petal from a flower that only grew in one place: the royal gardens of my former home, a world now dust and memory thanks to the Watchers’ “cleansing.” And tucked beside the petal was a lock of hair. Silver-streaked black.