Romper El Circulo Novels & Stories

Their eyes met briefly as he bowed before the Alpha and gestured with his hands that she could step forward into the circle. The circle was a highly magical spot. It was said that several strong werewolves made a very strong enchantment beneath the circle, that could only be broken by the blood of all the werewolves. It had the power to absorb every evil spell and to revoke spirits. The circle was decorated with burning white candles and it had a mark in the middle and it smelt of burnt incense. One of the elders beckoned on Accalia to step into the circle so they could commence.

End of Chapter Forty ––––––––––––––– Mira gains access to a deeper layer of the Circle’s control grid, which is Project Requiem and it's designed to manipulate her through Echo. But instead of retreating, she uses a painful memory as a key to unlock a critical simulation node. The war is no longer just one of resistance, it’s reprogramming, and Mira is rewriting the map.

The dagger smoothly drew a forbidden magic circle on Zeus' chest and red god blood slowly dripped down to the stone altar below. After Romulus finishes with Zeus, he walks toward Hera's altar, uses the dagger to cut her dress open, and sees a white stomach in front of him. He begins to draw the accursed circle on her stomach, but this time the shape and content of the magic circle are different from Zeus. While Romulus is drawing the accursed magic circle, the voice of the prayer begins to become more and more face pace as well as it’s getting louder and louder. At the same time, Romulus quickly increases his speed.

he asked. She looked back to the circle. “Because only a thread can unravel another.” And with that, she stepped into the circle. The stones shattered in midair. And the mountain screamed.

If they could break the magic circle earlier, they could enter the medicine garden. Philip did not stand by idly either. His fist shadows kept emerging and smashing the outside of the magic circle. Following the rapid attacks, countless fluctuations appeared in the space. In an instant, energy storms formed one after another, and the magic circle started shaking. Buzz! The magic circle started rupturing at a speed visible to the naked eye, followed by a loud explosion. “The magic circle is broken.” Someone shouted, and people started swarming around. Philip was not in a hurry. Although the magic circle was broken, he did not know if Clay had done something.

Manolya screamed, the sound raw and piercing. “Manolya, it’s an imitator!” I snarled, circling the edge of the light. Its cursed circle kept me at bay, a spell I could not break. “Allow me to shift! I can’t do it without your permission, the circle prevents me!”

"It's resisting. The components are locked from inside." "How long?" "Too long." Elder Silas throws another wave. Donovan catches it full in the chest and goes down to one knee. I reach through the bond and pour everything I have into him and he comes back up, and we go again. --- Silas Cross appears at my left shoulder without warning. "I can break the circle faster," he says. "Lucian designed it. I know where it's weak." "Then go." He runs for the circle before I finish the word.

Something in me snapped. “I don’t understand this logic!” I shouted, the words tearing out of my chest. “I don’t understand these rules, these claims, this endless cycle of punishment dressed up as order.” My hands shook as I gestured helplessly between us. “All I know is this: the Circle is broken. And I want it whole again.” My voice cracked. “I want Eryx back. I want the balance restored. And I want all of you to leave me the hell alone.”

WARD The pentagram that is glowing red around me begins to crack as an ear piercing scream fills the air. I cup my hands over my ears trying to drown out the sound. The sound of glass shattering catches my attention and I see the windows that surround the circular room breaking under the pressure of the scream.

My magic screams in distress. Fire bursts from my skin in a wave, incinerating the air. The edge of the circle blackens and Cerelia shouts something I can’t hear. Her voice is distant and muffled, like we’re on opposite sides of a ravine. The thing doesn’t recoil from my blast of power. It just tilts its head and smiles. Like it knew I was capable of that and wanted to see me do it. And then the circle breaks. I slam back into my body like falling through ice.