Seventeen Circles Lyrics Novels & Stories

SEVENTEEN He moved his eyes anxiously throughout the room,trying to identify three objects and call their names. He focused and was able to count three but his heart pace was far from normal. He closed his eyes,sending a mental note to himself to calm down. He racked through his brain for good memories of his mamma. He halted at the memory of a certain song that he had known her for singing. He tapped his chest to the rhythm of the music,with pictures of his mamma flooding his brain.

Yet nothing’s picking up as she seems to have no direction upon this stage, in the oblivion and the loo of this presence, she whispers. “Wrath and Sloth.” Naming the fifth circle of hell by which she remembers correctly, but somehow depicts the other way around and a total opposite. She walks even further into that nothingness. “There you are.” Hearing a familiar voice, she knew, yet could not recognize for whom, but ringing the impending deal from the fault and doom that is unavoidable. A light sneaks from afar, and she runs towards it faster and faster as she can. Stepping onto the line as she jumps inside, she is placed inside the void, yet a rather space in time where the future holds. A

Lucien pointed toward the inner rim. I looked where he indicated. Silver lines slowly emerged beneath centuries of weathered stone. They weren't random. They formed a circle. Then another. Then dozens more. The same pattern I had seen in my visions. Seven circles surrounding a larger one. My pulse quickened. Again. Seven. Everything came back to seven. The connection hummed softly. Not with urgency. Recognition. The carvings were older than Blackthorn Territory. Older than the castle. Older than the pack itself.

She reads it to us. It is not long. The legible sections say: *We are the ones who read what others cannot see. We are the ones who carry the moon in our blood. We are scattered. [illegible] We will find each other. [illegible] The gift does not diminish with distance. [illegible] When seven voices speak together the room will finally hear.* She stops. The courtyard above us. The October light. Seven voices. Seven bloodlines. The room will finally hear.

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Bright and early for the daily races Going nowhere, going nowhere The tears are filling up their glasses No expression, no expression Hide my head, I wanna drown my sorrow No tomorrow, no tomorrow And I find it kind of funny, I find it kind of sad The dreams in which I'm dying are the best I've ever had I find it hard to tell you, I find it hard to take When people run in circles it's a very, very Mad world, mad world Children waiting for the day they feel good Happy birthday, happy birthday And I feel the way that every child should Sit and listen, sit and listen Went to school and I was very nervous Noone knew me, noone knew me Hello teacher tell me what's my lesson Look right through me,

He could feel the sadness around him. “Seventeen, are you Seventeen?” Alicia raised her hand and stroked Seventeen’s face carefully as if she was afraid that Seventeen would disappear. “Yes, My name is Seventeen.” It was the first time for Seventeen to answer a stranger. He didn’t know why, but he answered her with a voice. “Mr. Seventeen, where have you been? Why can’t I find you?” Looking into Seventeen’s eyes, Alicia wanted to know why Seventeen had disappeared.

"Each of you has faced adversity, yet here you are, sharing your stories, offering support, and inspiring one another. This circle represents the power of human connection in overcoming challenges and building a better future." Miranda nodded, her eyes shimmering with tears of awe. "Indeed, Nathan. In this circle, we witness the transformative power of resilience that emerges when individuals come together, when they lift each other up, and when they offer compassion and understanding. It is a testament to the strength found in our collective bonds and the capacity for growth that lies within us all."

When I stepped into the circle, the lines lit up, all different colours of the district and the circle had a golden glow. All the witches broke into a verse known as The Mother’s Song. Closimh my eyes, I joined along. As the pitch increased, so did the glow of the lights until the floors shook and parted. My feet remained on an invisible ground, keeping me steady. The sweet smell of roses wafted through the air. It felt like loving arms wrapped around me, promising hope and comfort for all the pains and worries I have ever felt. I wanted to remain forever. The verse ended and I knew it was time for me to recite my oath.

Until the right girl finally shows up wearing pink Vans and a heart big enough to hold the world. I’m home. And the dream that waited thirty-four years just smiled and went back to sleep. Its work is done. Seventeen Thursday, July 19, 2028 – 12:01 a.m. I turn seventeen exactly when the clock flips to midnight. No big party. No rented venue. Just the ridge, the pack, and the people who would burn the world down before they let it burn me. The bonfire is normal orange tonight (Seras promised to behave).