The Circle A Novel Novels & Stories

“He has not; I forbade him. But I have had enough of it, and now I go to him, since he, being in service, cannot come to me. I intended to ask of you and my benefactress a refuge for this maiden while I went to Rashroff alone; but since you say that it is safe everywhere, I will take her. She is curious, the magpie, to see the world. Let her look at it.” “And let people look at her,” put in Zastar. “Ah, they would have nothing to see,” said the young lady, out of whose dark eyes and mouth, fixed as if for a kiss, something quite different was speaking. “An ordinary puss, nothing more than a puss!” said Sir Novoveski. “But if she sees a handsome officer, something may happen; therefore I chos

I asked, surely a pack doing better would be a positive. “Yes, in general the pack doing better is a good thing,” Nathaniel looked up at me “But we have reason to believe that the sudden upturn in prosperity comes from a not so positive source” That piqued my interest. “What do you mean?” I asked. Nathaniel shuffled the papers around and then looked up at me. “We believe that Owens is a high level member of The Circle” I couldn’t help the look of shock on my face. The Circle was well known within the Council. They were an underground criminal organisation that dealt in trafficking drugs, guns and people. They mainly worked within the underground supernatural world but it bled into the mundan

Alexander exhaled slowly, running a hand through his hair before turning to her. “That symbol,” he said quietly, “is from a group my father once worked with. A group he should have stayed away from.” Lena’s pulse quickened. “A group? What kind of group?” Mrs. Ward stepped in gently, sensing Alexander’s hesitation. “They call themselves the Split Circle,” she said. “A network of wealthy, powerful individuals—businessmen, politicians, investors—who operate in the shadows. They trade information, power, and influence. And they do not forgive betrayal.”

“Then tell me, darling — why do you dream in fragments? Why do you wake up screaming names you don’t know? Why does the Circle want you alive?” She flinched, backing into the console. “Stop.” Alexander’s finger tightened on the trigger. “You said the Circle didn’t exist anymore.” Vincent smirked. “It exists because of her. Because she is the Circle’s failsafe.” “Enough!” Alexander roared. He fired first. Vincent ducked, rolling behind a crate. Bullets shredded the air. The tower filled with smoke and sparks as gunfire erupted. “Go!” Alexander shouted. Isabella hesitated, then grabbed the decryptor and dove for the side exit.

"I am telling you this because I think, on the list we are about to build, that fact should count for something." I looked at him. "It does," I said. "It already does." He left. I stood alone in the dark room for a long time, looking at the city through the window, thinking about circles and the people who stood inside them, and the uncomfortable, necessary work of learning to watch even the hands you trusted most, because the eight-hundred-year woman had built a design strong enough to survive kings and networks and relays and an Unmaking six centuries patient, and the only thing that had never been tested, not once, not in eight hundred years, was whether it could survive someone inside th

Michael said, his eyes focused on the circle in the distance. The summoned wolves lumbered around like mindless people—almost zombies. They were all in varying disarray, their clothes torn and their faces dirty. "It's magic," I said, my voice shaky. "What do we do? We have to help them?" "We will help them." Nathan walked closer to me and put his arm around me. "We just have to figure out how to destroy the circle." "That shouldn't be hard," Michael said. "The circle is made of a powder or something," Wendy said as she flashed Michael a dirty look. "I read about it in a spell book."

Brinah asked not wanting to hope. "Grandma this Aislinn," she said sofly. "How are you?" There was dead silence on the other end of the line for a moment and Aislinn could hear a soft sob. "How am I? Child how…where are you?" "Grandma, a lot has happened. Uh, I don't think that the whole story should be said over the phone. But I have to ask you something strange," she paused and tried to think of what exactly to say. "Do you know anything about a Circle?"

But not this one. This one caught a glimpse of something. Not of a face, but of a hand. Gloved. But I could still make out the ring. The Williams family seal. My blood ran cold. Vanessa. Or someone working for her. But why? Was she trying to destroy me... or protect something she didn’t want me to uncover? Either way, the rules of the game had just changed. This wasn’t about business anymore. This was personal. And whoever was pulling the strings had just made their first move.

The world didn’t end in fire. It didn’t crack in two, or tear open the sky, or rise a new queen from blood and bone. No. It unfolded. Quietly. Like pages of a story still being written. 1. The Circle Expands The Circle of Seven had long since outgrown its original form. Now, we were dozens. Gate-walkers, peacekeepers, lore-weavers, healers. Some were Crescent born. Some Hollow. Some neither just curious souls who had chosen to help shape a better world.

What began as a story of grief and loss has become a battle for truth, love, and survival. As we move deeper into the story, the mysteries surrounding Ethan, Adrian, Ava’s family, and the Circle will continue to unfold. But at its heart, this novel is still about one woman fighting to reclaim her life after discovering that everything she believed was true was built on lies. The road ahead will bring shocking betrayals, painful sacrifices, unexpected alliances, and emotional choices that will test every character. Some secrets will finally be revealed, while others may change everything you thought you knew. Thank you for laughing, crying, getting angry, and holding your breath with these ch