Romper El.circulo Novels & Stories

The symbols on the floor glowed faintly, threads of light weaving upward until they encased Lisa in a dome of shimmering energy. I tensed. Lisa’s lips parted in a small gasp. Then the gasp turned into a cry, her body bowing as though the circle itself had seized her. Her scream ripped through me, through the hall, silencing every whisper. “Enough!” I roared, lunging forward. Damon’s hand caught my arm. “Don’t!” His voice was urgent. “Breaking a circle mid-ritual is considered an omen, Ronan.” When it looked like he had gotten my attention, he added. “She’ll survive. Calista won’t harm her.”

Audrey opened the side of her window to yell at Zara, only then did I find out that it was a setup, Zara crying in pain a few minutes ago, asking for my help and begging me to come save her. “Were you really robbed or you lied to bring me here?” my anger was over the top, I stopped running toward Audrey and turned to ask Zara, but before I could get the obvious answer, Audrey hissed out loud and zoomed off. But just as her eyes moved away from mine, I felt the ring I gave her bounce a few feet away from my legs, shattering my heart and soul. She threw her ring at me!. I have gone way too far!

“You’re trying to do what Jacob wants you to. And I am done playing Jacob’s game.” The air just seemed to crackle between them all, until Jacob’s smirk twisted into a snarl. “Enough of this obstinacy,” Jacob growled. “You want to break the circle? Just try. But it’s going to cost you all you have.” And once more the earth shook beneath our feet, the glow from the runes around us flared brighter. “Elara,” I said, fighting to sound calm as commotion erupted all around us. “We break that circle. Now.”

The room erupted into noise all at once, like everyone had been holding the same lungful of air and finally released it together. Lark reached me first. His hands went to my face, my throat, checking without asking, his eyes doing the kind of rapid inventory that had nothing to do with being an Alpha and everything to do with being terrified. "I'm fine," I said. He didn't look convinced. "Sorin." I pulled back and turned to the elder, who was already moving back toward Ella. "Can you restart it? Does breaking the circle ruin everything?" "Not everything." He was already crouching, already drawing the ash lines again with hands that didn't shake. "But we have less time now. She'll have felt t

They moved, circling, building, feeding into one another. Elara felt it press against her from all sides. Not just attention. Judgment. Her shoulders tightened instinctively, her spine locking as if bracing for something she couldn’t see. The circle still glowed faintly beneath her feet, steady, unchanged, mockingly so. As if the failure standing at its center didn’t exist. “The circle does not fail.” The priest’s voice cut cleanly through the rising noise, sharper now than before. It wasn’t reassurance this time. It was a correction.

Chapter 81 "The ward's cracking!" Torin's shout tore through the chamber. "Hold it!" "I am holding it!" Evelyne threw her weight against the door beside him as another impact shuddered through the stone. Dust rained from the ceiling. Inside the ritual circle, Elara's entire body shook. "I can't control it," she gasped. "Don't." Yssa's voice cut through the chaos. "Don't try to control it. That's the mistake."

Lysander was simple. "He's right," Lysander said, stepping closer. "I am easy. Life with me is easy, Elion. No drama. No falling bridges. Just... peace." "It wasn't peace," Elion said, looking at Lysander. "It was boredom. And control." "It was safety." "Cut!" Mira yelled. "Brilliant! The triangle is formed! The Ex vs. The Broken Hero! This is Emmy material!" The cameras swarmed. Elion felt trapped. He looked at Lysander, who was smiling confidently for the lens. He looked at Cale, who was gripping the armrest so hard the leather was cracking.

A circle. Two halves joined together. The First King’s voice became furious. “Stop.” Elyra smiled through her tears. “You said every creation must belong to someone.” The circle brightened. “But you never said we couldn't belong to each other.” Silence. The chains shattered. Zevarion rushed toward her. He caught her in his arms. She held him tightly. “I thought I'd lost you.” “You didn't.” “I hate this universe.” He laughed softly. “That's becoming a shared opinion.”

Fabian hit the floor like a dog face-planting in the dirt, groaning in pain. His lackey, Chester, grabbed a chair and swung it at me after seeing him getting hit. I dodged to the side, kicked him hard in the butt, and sent him crashing into the pile of wreaths. Fabian scrambled up from the ground with his fleshy face twisted in fury. “Are you tired of living, Mattie? Do you have any idea where the Jeffersons stand in Cirrus? Even having ten lives would not save you!” I curled my lips. There weren’t many people in this world who could take my life.

I’m a vampire. Six hundred years old. Immortal. I once pulled a dying soldier from a pile of bodies. Gave him a new life with my blood and my money. I watched him build an empire that lasted twelve generations. Until this one. The heir, Stephen, is a genius. In his first year, he multiplied the company’s valuation thirtyfold. Everyone sees me as a leech. Feeding on the Blackwood family. I couldn’t be bothered to argue. I just sip my evening vintage in my penthouse sanctuary. And collect my tribute at the end of the month. Until his fiancée, Victoria, walked up to me at the Winter Gala. “Yvette, Stephen’s too much of a gentleman to ask, so I’ll ask for him. Do you think it’s fair that yo