Digital Circus Fanfiction Novels & Stories

“Of a missing bear princess, who was brought with her twin sister across the border and hidden within wolf territory. They were stolen, denied their true heritage, and forced to live in squalor. And for what? For fear of their strength.” “What does any of this have to do with us?” I demanded. “Piper,” Nicholas said, a soft warning in his voice. On the stage, Julian moved from beside his parents closer to the edge, as if he was angling to jump on Jane if necessary. Hawk clocked him before Jane did, and clucked his tongue as he shook his head. Julian stayed where he was. “This has everything to do with us, Piper,” Jane continued. “Surely not even you are so fool as to not see the obvious.”

They will turn him against you. Lucian turned to me, his hand still clasping mine. His eyes were fierce, unyielding but beneath, I saw it. The plea. Trust me. My breath caught. I nodded once. The circle was drawn in the courtyard. Warriors lined the edges, torches blazing, the night air sharp with anticipation. Darius stood opposite us, arms crossed, a predator certain of his prey. Lucian faced me in the center, his expression carved from stone. “This is theater,” he murmured, too low for others to hear. “I will not command you. I will not break what we are. Do what you must. But Serena don’t let him win.”

With that he turned around and left the garden. “See that?” Cisco smirked. “He has seen you for who you are. Now you are worth nothing to him, you are just a random girl that waltzes into our lives and brings nothing but misfortune.” He continued. “No, don’t say that. Ducalion loves me and he will never leave me. This is all a misunderstanding.” I cried out. “You really think he fell for you? You think the cold hearted Ducalion Grey would fall for you, a murderer’s child.” Duncan laughed maliciously. “You really are naive.”

The old woman hissed, "The Clear Circle is not what you think. It is a vacuum. The Masters are using your friends to pull the energy out of the air. They are using them as sponges. If you go there you will just be another sponge until you are dry." June shouted, "I do not care! I am not leaving them!" The ground beneath them shook. A giant silver pillar rose out of the moss. It was a communication tower. A screen flashed to life on the side of the pillar. It showed a video. It was Dante. He was tied to a chair. The silver ring on his finger was glowing a angry red. Dantes voice was cracked. "June! If you can hear this... Do not come! They are waiting for the light! They need it to finish the

“I could hang all my dresses off that thing and still have space for my jackets.” Kira’s father steps out behind her. “Well, well,” he says, squinting. “Never thought I’d see a palace from the inside. Do you think they have free alcohol?” Vivienne gasps dramatically. “Of course they do! This is the Crimson Crown, not the local pub!” I nearly bite back a grin. Kira glances at me and whispers, “I’m so sorry in advance.” Then there’s Naomi, walking slightly behind the circus, trying and failing not to look both horrified and entertained. She meets my eyes and offers a helpless shrug.

It's almost laughable, but I’m too busy stopping myself from sinking my cock into her. "He’s… my friend," she stammers." "Wrong answer," I say, landing two slaps on her ass. Kira squirms, her pussy dripping more juices down her thighs. She enjoys this a little too much, but the feeling of being on edge without an orgasm is driving her crazy. "I…" I interrupt her by plunging a finger inside her. She is sensitive, almost coming as soon as I start to move my finger. "Don’t you dare come without permission," I warn.

Not even Darius can help me. We walk to the dungeon, and as I walk into the dungeon, I freeze. On a chair in the dungeon sits Darius. There is a stake in his chest, but I can see it is not piercing his heart, silver cuffs around his hands. I can see Darius is in pain. How angry will she be at me if she is this furious at Darius? I do not know. I do not want to find out. I am afraid to even look at her. It was his idea to send the boys to town. Now they are gone with their sister to fight against their parents. I thought it was only a plan from the original family to get a foot in the stronghold of the magical wolves, but I was evidently wrong. I feel the cold sweat running from my face. I kn

It would be the imaginary scene that illustrates the death of Lucy, also her rebirth of becoming a succubus. On several first attempts, the beginning of the dancing scene really made my face burned over and over again. How am I gonna keep my consciousness, or even sanity, if Clayton held me close and dragged down his lips from my forehead to my stomach??? I kept making mistakes on the dancing steps and forgot the lyrics that I was about to sing because my mind always went blank whenever I saw his face just an inch from mine.

“Show me the rest of your circus.” When we step out again, the teenagers have commandeered the speakers. Someone kills the overheads; the chandeliers glow softer, and a lazy, old song rolls into the room like a tide. A pocket of space opens between the tables where the rugs are bare, and couples drift there with full hands and fuller hearts—Omegas swaying with Omega babies, Jacek doing an exaggerated two-step with a toddler standing on his shoes. Remy turns to me with that half-grin that makes the scar look like punctuation instead of history. “Dance with me?”

The Patchwork Monster replied, “Because you’re asking for it!” All five fingers were chopped off cleanly and neatly arranged on the white plate. Pain shot through his body, and Jack cried like a pig being slaughtered. Every player present felt their own hands ache in sympathy. The judge of the second trial turned out to be another familiar face. A young girl with three heads and eight arms—Mandy. She was also a boss of the Despair Circus, SS-level. A player who had experienced that dungeon instantly recognized Mandy. His face was filled with fear.