Circular Gallifreyan Novels & Stories

Only one person would use such symbolic language. I picked up the vase with hands that trembled slightly. There was a card attached to a thin cord. The handwriting was not Cassius’s. It was strong, angular, almost engraved. “Dracula vampira. Thrives in darkness, but does not survive without a touch of light. Requires special care. Cannot be treated like the others. Some rare things need shadow to reveal their true beauty.” I read the words once, twice, three times. Each syllable was a balm on the open wounds of my soul.

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.

Burn marks at the edges, as if something powerful had exploded from the center. “A ritual circle,” Halric muttered, kneeling to study it. “But old. Ancient. Some of these glyphs… I thought they were banned.” “They were,” I said. “This one here—” I pointed, my fingers trembling. “This is the Rune of Hollowing. It means ‘to empty the vessel.’” Nilo crouched beside me. “Then this one here means ‘spirit inversion.’ And over here—” he pointed to a jagged shape etched in blood-red stone, “’gate.’”

What if Evangeline used him against them? Suddenly, Lucian stopped, his senses alert. "Listen." Aria held her breath, straining to hear. A low, guttural growl echoed through the air, followed by the sound of heavy footsteps. "Gargolyles," Lucian said, his voice low. "Ancient creatures, guardians of the Spire. They're fiercely territorial." They prepared for battle, their senses heightened. The gargolyles emerged from the shadows, their bodies a grotesque blend of stone and flesh, their eyes glowing with an eerie green light. They were massive creatures, their wings spanning the width of the narrow path.

“But there's this ancient rumor of it being a Faerie Gate Circle—it's a remnant of a race that dates back before the Elder Vampires.” 'A Faerie Gate Circle?' Sofia repeated incredulously in her voice full of deep doubt. "I am not saying that is what it is," he continued, folding his arms across his body. "I am saying that that is what the legends here and the forbidden texts say. There was a entire historical plaque dedicated to it in the welcoming center. I come here a lot, and I almost forgot about this place until I saw your special power anomaly that night." Contributions Sofia blinked at him and then turned her gaze back to the peculiar circular formation. "This has something to do with

His naughty finger intruded the treasure trove, and Gristel quivered and bit on his ear. "Ouch." He shouted, grabbing the ear, and murmured in sudden realization, "Fuck! I am also an elf?" Gristel covered her mouth and giggled, "Ah no, your highness! You are a Goblin." "Ah! Goblin!" He shrieked. Goblin, in the mythology of earth, is a hideous-looking, greedy, vicious humanoid creature. He checked his arms and muttered, "They are not green. Why? Whatever, it's just a dream."