Circular Gallifreyan Novels & Stories

I roared, charging after them, but they were gone, leaving only the faint scent of ash and a lingering sense of dread. “Gale!” Autumn’s voice pulled me back. She was kneeling by the tree, her fingers brushing the bloodied parchment. Her face was pale, her eyes wide with fear. “The symbol… it’s glowing.” I rushed to her side, my heart pounding. The crescent moon and arrow on the parchment pulsed with a faint, eerie light, like a heartbeat. The blood around it seemed to writhe, forming new lines, new shapes—letters that spelled out a single word: Callisto.

she said looking at her hands "I would have scolded Rebecca to be with you, instead of trying to part her from you" "She's not safe with me" "She was probably the safest with you!" Danté grit his teeth and looked at the sword on the table, now a new horizon opened up, Nosferatu? Creatures similar to vampires but evil, did Vlad know of them? Did he try and slay them? The words of his sword also in Celtic writing drew his attention and he brushed a speck of blood from it, so this was the real Excalibur?

Lila didn't recognize the language at first, but a closer look revealed it to be a dialect of Old English, peppered with unfamiliar phrases. The locket, however, caught her attention immediately. It was oval-shaped, with intricate floral designs etched into its surface. Hesitantly, she opened it. Inside were two tiny portraits, one of a young woman with striking blue eyes and fiery red hair, and the other of a baby, its features too small to discern clearly.

As I opened the book, the pages crackled beneath my touch, revealing secrets long forgotten by time. My eyes widened, it was Dycans chronicles!! Wasting no time, I flipped through the pages quickly. An inscription came to focus. It was”Segan language” the vampire language. Fortunately for me, I could read it. My jaw dropped when I looked at the inscription. It said “To my beloved daughter Gwen.”

Selene POV The ritual circle was ancient.It looks like it was carved into the stone courtyard centuries ago. Deep grooves filled with something dark and viscous that looked like blood but smelled worse. Like death and decay and corruption given physical form. Symbols I didn’t recognize spiraled outward from the center. Runes that hurt to look at directly. That made my eyes water and my head throb.

Blood spilled over her soft flesh, joining that from her hands that was already dripping to the floor. The earth quaked again. The stones overhead rumbled, and the candles guttered out. The fiery ring too died low, though kept on as a blue-green glow. A heavy wind huffed through the cavern, stopped, and stirred breathlike while an ashlike smell filled the loft. The only sound else was her father's chant, a litany that had somehow survived the fall of purple-towered Acheron when the barbarian Hybori had toppled that fell empire, three thousand years ago. He spoke words meaningless to the uninitiate, unless one had learned them as he had taught Camilla, or had heard them spoken in a bygone age

After Sonya’s evasions and Harold’s warnings, giving another adult information about my mother felt like stepping onto the same thin ice Jesse had made me imagine beside the lake. Chrissy shifted closer to my side. “Why do you want to know?” I asked. Professor Mansfield looked from me to the damaged book spread across our table. “That symbol is ancient.” “What symbol?” “The silver setting around your stone.” My fingers tightened over the pendant beneath my sweater. Professor Mansfield pulled out the empty chair across from us and sat. “A crescent surrounding a circle. It predates every modern pack crest currently recognized by the council.” I thought of the dream, of the round moonstone glow

Then he drew a circle around himself and closed his eyes, as if meditating. I tugged on Salem’s arm, but he did not move. “Stay,” he said. “You must see what Mr. Cillian is.” For a moment, nothing happened. Then Mr. Daffodil’s corpse convulsed, and let out a scream that was devoid of fear or rage or sorrow—an empty, emotionless husk of a scream. The bones of his fingers extended, stabbing through his fleshy tips and cracking open his nails. Tattered, red-streaked shreds of skin and cloth fell to the floor as his ribs cut through his chest and shirt, and a webbing of bone formed over what remained. Cheekbones punctured his face, causing blood to splash down in thick waterfalls. His teeth grew

The god of dreams dipped his fingers into the cup drawing a weird symbol on his face, Lilith felt like she had seen it somewhere. He did the same for Lilith. "Is this something vampires do?" He asked making Lilith laugh. "You're an idiot." That was something Adrian could agree on. "Says the person who wants to have a sleepover you're over a hundred years old." She rolled her eyes. "It's going to be fun." Dailon smiles. "If you say so." He moved on to Adrian making the symbol. "Join hands." He told them and they did, "Ancestors Gãelsíu tú zyitíl axürié." He said in his native language, which was Duudeesh and he was Daxnacian. Suddenly their vision went dark.

With that in mind, it appeared that the vampires were extremely powerful… Whatever the case was, the others then began curiously inspecting their surroundings… Gerald himself—as well as a few others—immediately went for the wheel in the middle of the room… Looking at the wheel, Ray then asked, “Any idea what this wheel symbolizes, Mr. Crawford?” Before Gerald could even reply, Old Flint explained, “That’s the vampires’ Wheel of the Sun and Moon! They use it to calculate time!” “Calculate… time? Why would they require such a big wheel just to calculate time?” asked Ray. “Oh, they didn’t use it to calculate regular time. Instead, the wheel calculates when they need to replenish their blood!” r