Full Circle Novel Novels & Stories

It comes from outside through the thin curtains in my bedroom. After taking some breaths, I throw my feet over the edge of the bed and walk to the window. As I slide the curtains aside, my heart skips a beat. Right in front of me, the Full Moon stares directly at me. It has a bright red border but is as white as snow. It feels like something personal between it and me, like it has a score to settle with me. With large worried eyes, I stare back at it, wondering what doom it foretells this time. Tomorrow is the mating ceremony, where Ralph will also mark me and then bind me to him forever. Does this moon challenge me because I can no longer avert my fate?

As the sun dipped below the horizon, the golden afterglow stretched their shadows long, until they merged into one, indistinguishable from each other. This scene was more eternal than any painting Elara could ever create. Its name: "Freedom and Love." (The End)

III The night was dark, darker than any other night before. Iltiras walked down the lonely path, the darkness didn’t bother him. He was more than curious what will happen on this path in the middle of the night. Stories were told about power-eating demons and faeries that attack travelers around midnight. He wanted to see them for himself, or as he liked to say with eyes unclouded. No one really dared to walk the path alone; no one wanted to because of the trees and their long, dreadful shadows, which fell on them, that looked like men with bony fingers that ended with talons. The leaves in their bases were bloody red in color. His leg stepped on one of the piles that were in his way, he exp

They both guessed it could turn bad, but weren’t completely sure. Fiona spent the better part of the evening pouring through her books in search of information to help her understand the consequences of his actions. As she flipped through the pages of the musty, leather bound book he noticed had a peculiar group of interlocking circles on its cover, she expelled an enormous sigh combined with a groan and rested her elbows on the table top with her face buried in the palm of her hands. The room was quiet enough to hear a squirrel scurrying across the porch outside the open window. After an excruciating and interminable silence, Fiona pulled her hands away from her face and sat back, straighte

Brave is choosing to move through the fear anyway. We leave the hallway and rejoin the gala. We take photographs. We accept congratulations. We move through the evening knowing that we've reclaimed the space. That the bathroom in the hallway no longer belongs to what happened. It belongs to what came after. It belongs to survival and healing and the specific grace of being known by someone who loves you completely. Later, in the car on the way home, Dominic takes my hand. "Full circle," he says. "Full circle," I agree.

In my endless thoughts, in my lingering pain, in my tears, I noticed the sudden shift in the atmosphere. I know magic. I can feel it. A pale, ageless woman with glowing silver eyes emerged from the circle of the coven. They observed the burial procedures, but the sudden reverence accorded to her sent shivers down my spine. The crowd part for her, their heads bowed in reverence, the air cold and silent. I noticed she was walking to my direction, I tried not to look at her, but the urge felt magnetic. “Bella.” She called, her voice hoarse and cold.

***** When all our snacks were finished, we headed back to the mansion. I escorted her back to her quarters then I walked up to my room. I was about to turn the knob to enter my room when I heard a sob. I pressed my ear to the Malem's door and there I realized that the sobbing came from her room. A lot of questions flooded my mind What made Malem cry she did not seem like the sobbing type. Malem's POV Few Minutes After Michael went down to the garden..............

Eliza's POV The fire lit the sky behind us for miles. I watched it fade in the rearview mirror the cabin, the truth, the last forty years burning into memory. Clara slept in my arms, her fingers still curled around the paper crane she'd been holding. Adam drove with one hand on the wheel, the other resting on my knee. No one spoke. There was nothing left to say. The folder was gone. The key was gone. Every name, every crime, every secret my mother had died to protect and reduced to ash and smoke. The Circle had won. Or maybe we had. I couldn't tell anymore.

Now let's ponder on these things : *What's this novel all about? Sincerely Cassiopeia is about the diary of a girl named Cassiopeia. People call her "The Flower Bud of Veluven" because of her emanating beauty, kindness and [insert all of the good qualities that a female lead could possess only because she is the protagonist]. The whole novel was told in her point of view. Unfortunately, there is only one ending for Valeria: Death. I realized, that I am in a hellish world and I will die eventually. Yeah, death is inevitable but I don't want to die foolishly!