Jester Circus Novels & Stories

He turned in a moderate circle and waved as the swarm cheered and stepped their feet, at that point motioned for them to calm down. “Welcome to our rodeo!” His voice boomed boisterous and clear. He held up whereas another circular of cheering went through the swarm. “I’m Keegan, alpha of this pack and ringmaster of this here circus. Presently as a few of you know, this is not your ordinary rodeo. It’s better!” The swarm whooped and clapped. “Some of you have been here before.” He grinned as a great two- thirds of the individuals cheered. “If we have any courageous souls out there who think you have what it takes, go see Jace over there and sign up for the occasion you’d like to compete in.”

SIX Everyday is a war. If you survive today. Go back and get stronger. - Jumbo I have passed by this lantern shop two times now. I'm not foolish to try to steal from them; I want to work here. There is no hanging placard that says they need a sales assistant or someone like me but I keep my hopes up as I wander around the small shop.

“I enjoy unwrapping a woman like a gift. Slowly. Thoroughly. I want to hear you thank me for every second of restraint.” The Jester. Cracked half harlequin mask. Mischief weaponized. His profile photo: abs, bare and unapologetic, a half-smirk as he pulls up his shirt like he knows exactly what he’s doing. A lean frame built for stamina. He plays with sensation until you're a trembling wreck. Edging. Teasing. He wants tears. Wants whimpers. Wants to push you to the edge and leave you hanging there, desperate. “I want to see how long you can last before you’re begging me to stop making you feel so good it hurts.”

Jester continued to unleash his power, as well as his illusionary magic that overwhelmed Max and the others. "We can't go on like this, Ron. We need to get to Elle and Ivory and get them to do something in there," Max said to Ronan, who was getting tired as all their resistance ended in a deadlock. Jester is not a wolf who relies solely on his physical strength but also his magical abilities. "I'm just worried that Elder Elle and Luna Ivory are in the same predicament, Alpha. What should we do now?"

She stiffened, and I quickly added, “If you keep it up, I’ll have to start a circus.” As far as jokes went, it was pretty lame, but Jessa’s eyes brightened all the same. “You’ll start the circus? Ha! Just like an Alpha. I’d be doing all the work, and you’d claim all the credit.” “Of course,” I answered, enjoying her teasing. “After all, Alpha Jarek’s Amazing Mate sounds much better than Jessa’s Invisible Spirit Show.” She giggled and hid her smile behind her hand.

When faced with a nutter making you a crazy offer you can be sure rejecting it will only produce an even worse counter-offer. “You know, I’m not sure what it is you want from me. I’m not saying no, I’m simply not sure what’s on the table.” “We don’t want anything from you!” said the Jester, as though the very idea was preposterous. “We want to give to you. Anything you desire. Wouldn’t you like to fly? Be as strong as a giant? Rip your enemies apart with your bare hands. Oh. Oh. The power, think about the power. My lips are moist at the thought of it.” There was a slobbering sound like a tongue running over lips. At least, that’s what I hoped it was.

"I can't possibly race back to him, he would laugh and make jest of me then he would ask me to fall by his feet and ask for forgiveness which I can never do. So I definitely have to protect myself." I turned back after thinking of a plan. I saw them, they weren't that far from me. I have to do this even if it's the most embarrassing thing in the whole world. I walked stylishly to them holding the leader of the gang by the collar of his shirt, after spotting him amongst others. "Hey, am I pretty?" I asked. He smiled showing his brown teeth, "Sure darling, you are the prettiest". I was disgusted by his wrinkled face. He ought to be a grandpa.

“I’ll tell you what. I’ll make a deal with you.” Lucifer raises an amused eyebrow. “A deal with the Devil? My, my. You really believe ole’ Julius can find the perpetrator don’t you?” I shrug. “I do.” Julius specializes in obtaining information and getting his hands on rare items for his friends. Luckily, he considers me a friend. Lucifer leans back in his chair and taps his fingers on the table. “Alright, my Queen, name your terms.” “If Julius finds out who is behind the attacks, I want you to take me dancing at a club.”

Only one way to find out. The giant Gray-fur adjusted his grand hat and flipped the collar of his long captain's coat. Stepping with the kind of authority that inspires trust, not fear, he addressed those assembled. "It is not a terribly far walk. But these circus folk are sharp. We may have already been spotted. They all work for Aubergine the Hare ringmaster but the double-dealing within the show means any of them could have the answer to where Guru has gone. You need to be ready for anything. They have forbidden magick and the skills of a pack of Orangelos when it comes to trickery. I've never had to go toe to toe with them. Jinx, you have. Any insight?"

My words tumbled out, desperate and broken. But he just stared at me like I was nothing. Like he didn’t feel the same fire burning in my chest that was eating me alive. My voice cracked. "You felt it… you have to." But King Jester only shook his head slowly, as if I were some crazy stranger. "You’re a Stealer," he said, his voice low but heavy, like thunder before a storm. "Men feel strange things around you. They mistake it for a bond, but it’s fake. It’s cursed. You are cursed."