The Circle Novels & Stories

Hunger, anticipation, recognition. “He’s connected to it,” she whispered miserably. “Connected to me.” Cain’s breath stuttered. “No. No, Avi. You’re not part of him. You’re not tied to whatever the Dawlya created.” Avi shook her head. “It’s more than that. The Circle is reacting like a missing piece just came into reach.” Cain’s eyes flashed. “Over my dead body.” The Circle pulsed again dismissing that idea entirely. Cain snarled. “I wasn’t asking you.”

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.”

“I guess.” I feel claustrophobic. I need out of here. But I need to finish the list. “Do you know anything about the Old Man or The Circle?” He tilts his head. “You asked me that before. Is it related to all of this?” I sigh, rubbing my thumb along the edge of my notepad. Even saying it feels ridiculous. “I’m not even sure what this Circle is myself. Mel explained it a little, but a secret cabal running the world? Sounds like a bedtime story for paranoid billionaires.”

Because I have something worth holding. Dax. Micah. Luna Rose. The Circle. Tomorrow, we keep building. The Circle is strong. And nothing cannot stand against everything.

In one of the buds, a tiny almost invisible marking was made in black A small cursive ‘K’ My stomach dropped. NO. To be continued.......

It was a circle I have grown to know all too well. It was a circle of fire with flames forming a triangle inside it. The fire was a symbol… a triangle trapped in a circle ,just like the same symbol I found written in blood next to my dead mate and child.

“I want to know who shot Luca. I want to know who’s moving in the dark under our feet. And I want names. Now.” They exchanged glances. “I heard something,” the youngest said finally. “Not about the shooter. But about the Circle. Word is, they’ve been compromised. Someone at the top’s playing both sides.” My blood stilled. Compromised? Luca had suspected the Circle was hiding something. Ricci hinted the same. But this? “Who?” I asked. The man shook his head. “No names. Just whispers. An old symbol resurfaced recently. An Ouroboros biting its own tail. That’s the mark they’re using.”

A reminder. I stepped into the circle and the magic hummed, sensing me, recognizing the fire beneath my skin. The circle sealed shut behind me with a low hiss like breath leaving the lungs of a dying god. Above, the moon rose, round and unblinking. Witness. The Circle was sacred, a place where words failed and only truth could be spoken through blade and blood. Alpha King Zed, my brother entered opposite me, the edge of his cloak brushing ash and bone. He didn't look at me right away. Only at the sword between us.

"Who?" Daniel's answer came quietly. "The same people who took me." Ariana's pulse raced. The same people. The same people who had taken her mother. The same people who had been watching her. The same people behind everything. "Who are they?" she asked. Daniel looked at her. Then at Nick. His expression became serious. "They call themselves The Circle." Nobody spoke. The name meant nothing to Ariana. Yet judging from everyone's reaction, it meant something to them. A lot. Victor looked pale. The silver-haired man looked uneasy. Claire slowly sat down on a nearby stone. Ariana frowned. "What is The Circle?"

Wanted to be proven right about her being cursed. "Do not look at them," Vera said quietly. "Look only forward. At the circle." Miranda forced her eyes ahead. The sacred circle sat in the center of the clearing, drawn in salt and silver powder that gleamed under the moonlight. The pattern was intricate, symbols and lines weaving together in ways that made Miranda's eyes hurt if she looked too long. Hundreds of candles surrounded it, their flames perfectly still despite the night breeze. It was beautiful and terrifying at the same time.