Magic Circle Series Novels & Stories

He asks, his voice filled with playful suspicion. He raises an eyebrow, waiting. Brian sighs dramatically. "Yes, you caught me. Also, it transforms into a rabbit when the moon is full." We all laugh. Then Robert turns back to me, his expression serious again. "It's truly an honour to accompany you, but please…, what happened here should stay between us." I grin, raising my hands in surrender. "Okay. What happened here, stays here." He nods. "That's great," he says. I glance at the knights, observing them as they help Brian remove his chain mail. He frowns, his jaw set, but says nothing.

Marge dipped her finger in the bowl and started drawing a magic circle with her own blood , it was a long tedious work after all she had to draw it perfectly without a slightest bit of mistake , If she failed who knows what kind of back lash she will suffer . She finished the last set of magic spells and placed a small pile of golden blonde hair in the centre of the magic circle , then she took out the vial that held the deadliest poison of hell and poured it all upon the small pile of golden blonde hair , dying it red . Once the last drop of the poison matted the pile of blonde hair , the magic circle shone with a furious red light... black lighting struck the ceiling and Marge found hersel

back behind the closest set of houses. They walked right up to the wall so they were close enough to touch it. Nikos and Michalis leaned their backs on the wall and looked up to make sure none of the lookouts had seen them. It was quiet. They were safe for now. "Ok Oracle. It's show time." Michalis said to Amaris. Everyone else looked at Amaris as well. "Spread out." Amaris pushed her arms out at them to get them to back up. She then stood back two steps and faced the wall. She closed her eyes and concentrated. Through the mind link she said "Ready. GO!" She wished for the section of wall behind her to disappear. Instantly it vanished. No explosion, no dust and debris, it w

Zorien’s POV. - Isn’t that...a Chimera’s egg? The large egg is situated on an active magic circle, and I whip a hand out to call it into my palm. The red pillar of light emitting from the magic circle dispels to release the egg that lifts into the air and comes floating towards my open palm. The moment its base touches my palm, something snaps like a string and its weight registers on my hand.

It lasted for only a fraction of a second before stabilizing, happening so fast that ninety-nine percent of the room missed it entirely, likely dismissing it as a trick of the shifting moonlight. ​But I didn't miss it. ​And neither did the High Priest. ​The old priest's smile vanished instantly. I heard his heart skip a frantic, terrified beat from across the room, his eyes widening in sheer disbelief. In forty years of conducting this ceremony, the ancient, dormant magic of the Moon Circle had never reacted like that. It was a localized surge of raw, elemental energy—a reaction that was only supposed to happen when a true, supreme power was recognized. ​My breath caught in my throat as I tr

With Maddie’s consent, we met Tiffany once more through the prison security glass. Her long hair had been cut short, and her sharp edges softened. The moment she saw Maddie, she threw herself against the glass, excitedly yet in anguish. Maddie recoiled in fright, inadvertently stabbing Tiffany’s heart. Pressed against the glass, Tiffany pleaded desperately, “Maddie, it’s Mommy. I was wrong. Please don’t blame me, okay?” Seeing her vulnerable mother, my kindhearted daughter’s eyes welled up with tears. She reached out to comfort her.

All I need to do is put up a shield around it. I pull at the core of my magic, bringing my hands forward in cupping shape. I imagine the rock surrounded by my force field. Then I push my magic forward and open my eyes. A second later the rock is surrounded by a faint blue glow. It looks kinda pretty like that, sparkling over the hot springs like a little flame. And then a crack rips through the cave, bouncing it's sound off the stone walls. What the hell was that? I look around expecting some sort of explosion, but there is nothing there. The I look at the rock and gasp.

growled Soren, his massive form already hefting a heavy stone. "Every one get into the circle and do not leave no matter what until I say so." I announced. I focused, pushing aside the fear that threatened to overwhelm me. The magic circle was intricate, a delicate web of power that needed precise placement and intention. My fingers flew across the surfaces of the stones, tracing the ancient symbols and items we had gathered then began chanting the forgotten words. The air shimmered, a faint blue glow beginning to emanate from the circle’s center. "They're almost here!" Lyn voice was sharp, his eyes scanning the black line approaching us like termites.

“None. There has been no communication since Lightmoon closed their borders Christmas evening. We cannot reach them either with psychic links or through runes.” “The spell being used by Lightmoon is too powerful; nothing is getting through it.” “As requested, all information relating to Lightmoon is being carefully gathered by me, personally,” Tanner reported officially. “Spell?” Misha inquired, raising a brow lazily as he tilted his head to the side. “Possibly a magic circle, with a wide range. From the strength of it, fed by living creatures. From what we know of Lightmoon, it will be their own people,” Tanner replied steadily, still standing, facing his master.

"Go to Aunt Cleo!" Aqua's heart pounded in her chest as she stumbled towards the door, her legs shaking with fear. She glanced back to see her parents fighting valiantly, their magic clashing with the dark energy of their attackers. Milak's elemental fury and Zara's healing light intertwined in a beautiful yet tragic dance of power and sacrifice. But it wasn't enough. Milak fell first, a blast of dark energy striking him down. Zara's scream of anguish pierced the air as she knelt beside him, her light flickering and fading. The witches closed in, their laughter echoing like a chorus of nightmares.