Cirilla Novels & Stories

Lila’s chest ached as she tried to catch her breath. “Tell me what’s going on,” she demanded, gripping his arm. “You knew. You’ve always known.” Cade’s jaw tightened. “You wouldn’t have believed me.” “Try me!” He hesitated, eyes searching hers. “Harper isn’t working alone. She’s part of something called The Circle. It’s been running Ravenwood for years—students, professors, even alumni. They choose who wins, who fails, who breaks.” Lila’s eyes widened. “And I’m their next target?”

When she pressed her palm to it, it blinked once. Then spiraled. Not in Pact color. In violet. She smiled faintly. “You remembered me.” She was one of the original Circle’s fieldcasters unlisted in Pact records, lost during the first war. And she had never stopped listening. In Lorren, two young Pact trainees twins barely seventeen were caught drawing unfamiliar glyphs in the lower spiral chambers. When questioned, they claimed they’d seen the symbols in dreams. Neither had ever heard of Liraeth. But both had independently drawn the same spiral variations Siran had seen at the cairn field.

Kira typed back a string of love emojis and set her phone face down on the nightstand. They’d chosen a bridal boutique in the West Village that Elena had recommended, one of those places with champagne on arrival and consultants who spoke in low reverential tones about silhouettes and cathedral trains, and then lunch afterward at a French bistro two blocks down that Sophia had suggested and Kira had immediately agreed to because agreeing immediately was the new language she was learning to speak around this woman.

He looked away from Torento, talking was really not the best solution. The door opened and Moose walked in with a young man—Jerry. His hands were tied behind him, his mouth had a black tape over it, He was spotting a black eye and his hands were bandaged due to a gunshot wound. His eyes widened in shock and surprised as he stared at them. "Jerry," Elena whispered. "Take off the tape!" Torento thundered and Moose immediately did as instructed. "Now..." He spoke to the boy. "Look at this three ladies and tell me which is your sister."

I tapped Rita, waking her up and we both stood up. "This is Rita and Makaila." Nigel introduced us. "Wait, So this is the famous Makaila, Christian won't stop talking about." Mrs Hales smirked. "That's right."Nigel smiled at me and I smiled at Christian's parents. "It's a pleasure to meet...." I stretched my hand for a shake, only to be pulled in to a bone crushing hug by Mrs Hales. Not what I was expecting...

Selina pleaded "Selina, calm down. I'll not report you to anybody, you shouldn't be scared of me and feel free to air your views. And my name is not my lady's is Amira . I want you to be free to tell me anything, and I hope I could also tell you anything too and it'll be safe with you." Amira asked. "Yes my lady.. I'm sorry Ami .. Ami..ra" Selina said. "So tell me what you mean by your last words" Amira questioned

' I nodded. The sliding doors opened and Liliana strutted through the main room, heading towards the table of decanters. She grabbed one of the crystal glasses without sparing us a glance, grabbing one of the bottles at random. I recognized the one she had grabbed, etched onto the bottom was a small five-pointed star. “Liliana!” I called out, standing from the couch. Liliana whipped around, her eyes narrowing and a sneer playing at her lips. One of her expertly manicured hands was on her hip, the other clutching the neck of the decanter.