Epic: The Musical #circe Saga Novels & Stories

he asked. "Yes, you." She paced toward him and snaked her arm around Etiennette's before leaning her head against her skin. "Hello, Logan Pearce. I’m Cirilla Fiona Riannon. Call me Ciri." She smiled. "I heard you won against the world's leading champion in that showdown at River Lidra. Your renown reaches the seven seas. I've even heard of it!"

“You are right, Clara! The constellation Orion was inspired from Orion, a hunter in Greek mythology. They say Orion was the only lover of Artemis, the Greek Goddess of the hunt. Artemis had a distaste for men, except Orion. Only Orion was accidentally killed by her.” “What? That sounds quite tragic,” I told him. I might not be a fan of mythology gods, mostly because I do not believe it is true but it sounds to me that Artemis, the Greek Goddess of the hunt has quite a sad story. “Yes. I can not imagine being able to love someone then accidentally doing something bad to them,” Gavin said as he looked at me.

Tyler saw Circe’s hand raised as she faced him. Circe continued to chant the spell. “Impi atra, sacrilega udite. Impi atra, sacrilega udite.” “Tyler!” Kyra called. “Kyra ran!” Tyler had trouble speaking. Kyra got up and unleashed the white energy with one hand. “Kyra, what are you doing? Run, save yourself, Kyra.” Tyler said. “I must keep us alive, Tyler,” Kyra said. Circé smiled a little as the strong wind came to a halt throughout the forest. She had a big black energy ball in her hand.

Something sparked in his gray eyes as I gripped him by the throat and pulled my hand up about to claw my way into his chest but he gripped my hand, pushing me against him so that our nose was a breath from each other. “That’s where you are wrong Cirilla. Our fates have always been set in the stones long before we were born. We are two ends of the same string,” He gritted in rage. “Do you want to hear a secret?” He tilted his head a little, bringing his lips to the shell of my ears. “You are my strength and my weakness. As long as you have life flowing in your veins, I can never be killed. You can't save anyone. Not your family nor that mutt of a mate. You cannot defeat these beasts, Ciri. Th

I could see that I'd used too much power when I'd pushed Nevaeh, but she landed softly a few yards away, far enough away that she would be out of range from any sword attacks or magical spells that went off while I was battling Circe. Pulling my attention away from the woman, who I knew would be a distraction, I focused on Circe, trying to determine her next move. Circe lunged forward, using a spell that enhanced her ability to jump long distances, slamming her sword against me. Surprise crossed her eyes when she heard the clang of metal hitting metal. She hadn't expected me to be as skilled in sword fighting as I am, but that came with being second-in-command; I was an excellent fighter, ex

I felt a punch connect to my left temple and a kick to my gut before my world went black again. I came to again, but this time Beherit wasn’t alone. There was a woman standing next to him in chains. Her red hair was matted and tousled and her green eyes were dull. She looked very thin; her dress barely fit anymore. It was ripped in many places and there were deep red stains that stuck out on the green dress. I could tell she has been here for a long time. “Now that your awake again I’d like to introduce you to Circe. She has been doing a wonderful job helping me.” “Not by choice I see”, I didn’t even recognize my own voice anymore. “That may be so, but helping me all the same. She is not onl

It sounds like a lullaby, but hell, it makes my head twitch in pain! The arrow I materialize fluxes, as I unconsciously kneel on the ground. I cover my ears, but their voices echo in my head. "Arghhh!" I groan in pain as their voices intensify. They won't stop! The Charybdis is now roaring, but the sirens keep on pestering me! "I'll take care of those ladies," Circe said and immediately disappear from my sight. But she left a magic circle around the ground I'm stepping on. And I'm surprised when the voice abruptly stops. I wonder what Circe do to them.

I said and at that moment, Circe walked in with her face unhinged. “The damn omega is pregnant?” she asked in disbelief. “That's none of your business, Circe, stick to your own business,” I said and she denied. “No, because if this omega fucking whore has your legitimate heir, I'm not going to stay quiet,” Circe spat furiously. “I sacrificed a lot to be your Luna and to have your heir, and even though you stink as a person, it's my son who deserves the legitimacy of the future position of Alpha, not some bastard.”

It was only after that that he agreed to her tempting invitation. While Circe exhibits a number of the bad characteristics typically associated with witches, she keeps faithful to her word not to harm Odysseus throughout the course of the Homeric epic. She also had supernatural knowledge, which included identifying the underworld's entrance and summoning dead spirits to come there; however, they only imparted the information they had when they were alive. She also had supernatural knowledge about using a wand to activate her potions.

His gaze, unwavering and filled with trust, mirrored a bond that transcended the complexities of the impending curse. Circe pressed a final kiss on Liam's forehead, a silent vow to shield him from the storms that brewed on the horizon. As she cradled him in her arms, the orchard witnessed a sacred moment. With Liam nestled against her, Circe turned away from the orchard, her heart heavy with the burden of a curse that fate had deemed unavoidable. The apples, symbols of both sweetness and sorrow, bore silent witness to a mother's sacrifice and a son's unknowing acceptance.