The Circle A Novel Novels & Stories

I tried to avoid the endless clouds of dust, and I sneezed every time I accidentally stirred some up. I was almost ready to give up from all the sneezing when my eyes landed on a blue book bound in leather with golden words engraved on it: "DARK CIRCLE." The thought of abandoning the search fled as I stepped forward and slowly retrieved the book. It had the answers I needed: the year the Dark Circle was created, who created it and why, its history… This was exactly what I needed. I was about to join the others when a small wooden box fell onto the floor.

However, ever since Anna started working in the mansion, I'd noticed that she's been more clingy and public about our relationship, posting on her social media, and even starting a new brand of men's perfume using me as the model, which made breaking up with her even harder to do. Although, I could not help but wonder if her actions had anything to do with Anna working at the mansion. "I'm right, aren't I?" Eric's voice interjected, breaking me out of my thoughts. Without waiting for me to reply, he quickly added, "I'm right," with a proud smirk. "So, I managed to crack the encrypted code on the card and this is what I found," he said, turning the card towards me. "According to this, The Cir

Sandy enters the living room right as I open the book and start flipping through the pages in a hurry. Once I find what I’m looking for, I read out loud, “The Moonward Circle is an organization built by gifted healers, who chose to leave their packs. The members formed a volunteer circle to dedicate their lives to saving others. Unlike rogues, the members of the Circle are respected and admired.” I lift my eyes to Sandy. “That’s where we need to go.” “I don’t know where to find them,” she mutters with a frown, but she’s already packing, grabbing a bag and stuffing in essentials. “We’ll figure it out on the way.”

We kept playing like that and laughing until she slipped. She screamed and I ran to catch her before her head could hit the ground. The ground was slippery and wet because of the water wasted so I slipped and we both fell to the floor, with me being beneath and she landed on top of me. We laughed about it. " This is so romance novels Cliche" she said as she tried to get off me but failed as she fell back on my body "_Yeah it so is, the guy will now tuck the loose strands of her hair behind her ear" I agreed as I contributed

"Shit cakes and pole dancers, babe. That's a lot of power in a small group of people." I nodded as I counted the gathered crowd. Twelve people. Twelve people who, prior to this could barely make water into steam when they boiled it, were standing in a small circle in the middle of the street. A lone figure in the middle. From the pretentious bright white clothing that seemed to gleam in the moonlight, it could only be Patrick as the center of the circle.

she asked, and I nodded my head. “I would have to check my files and cross match it with the location of the coven, but yeah I would put big money on it.” I said. It made me begin to wonder if all the Divine Warriors had Circle members close to them without realising. I would have to talk to Drake when we got back to the Order. “What’s that?” Brianna asked. “The Circle are an organisation of supernaturals who are infused with the blood of these four demons. They each have their own demon line and use certain supernatural to be on earth, and spread corruption, and all that good stuff.” Harper replied. Brianna’s eyes widened in horror.

Ivana narrowed her eyes at her. "Cause I'm the writer," Arielle shrugged her shoulders. "Writer?" Ivana cocked her head to the side. "Remember I promised to fess up everything, I think it's time, Ivana, I know it's hard to believe what I'm going to say but please be patient, I'll explain everything to you. The truth is this world is the world I created, in short, we're inside my novel," She confessed.

"The circle needs a catalyst. It needs truth. It needs pleasure so keen it becomes pain, and ecstasy so intense it hovers on terror. You opened yourself up, Jessa. There will be no hiding here." Behind her, a low laugh filled the air, silky and smoky, it was Nyssa. Her cool, measured fingers traced the length of Jessa's spine that made her shiver furiously. "Look at her, Zorvath. She's already shaking. Not with fear. She's sucking it in. She's so hungry for us she's leaking onto the stones already. Let's not keep the circle waiting."

--- **Story 16: The Breeding Festival** **Chapter 1** The invitation arrived in a black envelope sealed with crimson wax. *“You have been chosen. The Festival awaits. Prepare your body. Surrender your mind.”* Serena Vale stared at the card for a long time, her pulse racing. At twenty-five, she was a successful architect by day — independent, ambitious, and secretly aching for something far darker than her vanilla life allowed. The underground invitation had come through a contact she trusted. A secret society known only as The Circle.

A heavy silence fell over the group. Lina stared at her grandfather in disbelief. "What?" Her grandfather walked over to a worn stone table in the center of the room. On it lay a large book. He opened it to reveal pages covered in names. Morgan. Reed. Vale. And a handful of other family names. "This was the original intent of The Circle," her grandfather said. "Not to control minds, or to steal power. It was created to protect a secret that could shatter powerful families if it ever got out."