Silver Circlet Novels & Stories

says Carrie. She brings out a beautiful necklace with the head of a wolf and the head of a dragon intertwined like yin and yang with dark sapphire stones for eyes. It’s beautiful. The earrings are a beautiful simple stud with blue sapphire stones as well. These are gorgeous. I’ll have to use them for the wedding as well.

The rings were ornately crafted with a large silver oval in the center of it. “I had a second one made since there are two of you. These rings are made with a gemstone only found here. It is Cistunite, Aedrul’s version of silver that will not harm us. It is also known for its property of focusing. It can focus the mind, the body, and even magic. The lesser-known property is that it is also a conduit. It can aid you in honing Aedrul’s magic even though it does not flow through you like it does for Emmaline.” I watched them carefully as they slipped the rings on. The Cistunite shimmered for a moment before receding back into the stone.

“Perfect. Just in time.” Before I could ask her what was going on, I saw her pour some parts of the unknown green mixture into something. When she walked toward me, that was the only time that I gazed at the small thing he was holding. It was a silver snake ring, with tiny green gems that served as its eyes. “Don’t let this ring be separated from your body,” she uttered while putting the ring on my fourth finger. “This would intensify the effect of the curse we placed on Moon Valley.”

Clarissa said as she turned around and picked something out of a box. It was a golden circlet and one of the most beautiful things I’d ever seen with so much nature decorated around it and moonstones that glowed in the light. Clarissa smiled as I lowered my head and she placed the circlet on me. I felt the cold metal sit against my hair and sucked in a deep breath. This was real, this was a Luna’s Crown. I couldn’t help but wonder if Jackson’s mother would’ve approved of me and been proud of his choice.

Operation Figure This Shit Out is go. ***** An hour later, I’m sitting on my bed with my laptop and plate of microwave mini pizzas. Despite doing several searches for the Silver Circle, all I can find on it is scraps, snippets of useless or conflicting information. “The Silver Circle is a cult formed by the Earl of Lamont in the mid-15th century in France, with followers in all parts of the globe.” “The Silver Circle is a secret society made up of members of only one family, isolated to the Irish fishing village of Creeslough.”

The sleeve was pinned up to my shoulder. The special marks on my heart were quiet today.. They were not sleeping. They had changed into a shape that looked like a closing eye. It was right over my heart. Every time I breathed my skin felt cold. It was like a patch of winter that my special fire could not warm up. The Lunar Circlet was on the table between us. Six of its seven slots were shining. Gold, blue, yellow, silver, purple and brown. The last slot, the one for the *Seventh Seal** was empty. It was bleeding a gray smoke into the air.

To the elders, it would look like the ritual taking hold. But Lyra wasn’t collapsing. She was searching. Her fingertips brushed the ground near her boot. The dirt was thin over the stone, and in the groove between markings, something glimmered faintly beneath the dust. Silver. Lyra’s breath caught. She brushed more soil aside carefully, keeping her movements small so the crowd wouldn’t notice. A thin chain lay hidden beneath the circle, threaded through narrow gaps between stones. It wasn’t ordinary metal. It gleamed with an unnatural brightness, woven with strands that looked like moonlit wire.

I squint my eyes and look at him sternly, “What?” He sighs and meets my gaze. “You’re not allowed to be alone with her until we’re sure.” He tells me and I close my eyes, but nod. I’m honestly grateful they’re taking steps to protect their Luna, their friend. Even if it is from me. I slide the ring onto my finger and take a closer look at it. Something swirling inside catching my attention. “It’s silver. Don’t break it. It’ll hurt like hell, but it should help keep the witches from being able to fuck with your mind.” He tells me and I look up at him.

On it sat the Luna’s circlet—silver wrought in the shape of intertwined wolves, set with moonstones that caught the light. The same circlet that had been removed from my head months ago when Kade exiled me. The same one that had sat on Claire’s head for all of two weeks before the Elders forced her to relinquish it. Now it would return to me. Kade took the circlet in both hands. Our eyes met again. And for just a moment, I saw it, guilt, regret, the weight of everything he’d done and failed to do. But I also saw resignation. Duty. The understanding that this ceremony was necessary whether either of us wanted it or not.

But what made her stomach twist was the last object. A circlet. Plain iron, but humming with the exact same resonance as the bond on her neck. Her hand flew there instinctively, covering the mark. Kael caught her reaction, and his smile deepened. “You feel it,” he said softly, reverently. “Of course you do. It’s the same song, isn’t it? The same forbidden thread that ties you to him.” Her throat was dry. “Where did you get these?” “From places you have never been allowed to imagine,” Kael said, sliding the circlet free and letting it rest across his palms. “From shadows darker than even Lucien has walked. Do you know what this does?”