The Circle Review Book Novels & Stories

“What matters is this — Alexander and George got involved with something called The Circle.” My stomach drops. “The what?” Logan asks, voicing exactly what I’m thinking. “They’re a very powerful group, only the elite of the elite can belong to,” Uncle snobs. “The richest, most formidable people in the world. And they unofficially and secretly rule the country.” Jackson snorts. “Correction. They run everything.” “Okay, that is ridiculous.” My brain can’t comprehend my family being part of any of this. “And the President rules the country.”

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The Circle is strong. And fire is not the only thing that burns.

They'd read 9 Lives, 10 Circles, and been tested on it. He wished he had a copy right now. It was a fiction book about one tom's attempt to gain an audience with the Black Devil. It read like a tour guide of the Underworld, down to the minutest detail, when it didn't go into the scratchings of the main character's slowly twisting mind.

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.

A circle. Finally closed.

He 'Liem' immediately returned to pick up the book which was on the table and immediately opened and read the contents of the book he had just bought or could say was given for free by the old man who sold the books. It didn't take long to see Liem's ​​face again, which looked very surprised. When he was reading the book. Because on one of the pages of the book he saw a picture of a circle which, upon closer inspection, turned out to be very similar to a map in general. "What is this, is this a picture of a map? But it is very clear that the engraving in the circle of this image shows like a map in general." Said Liem in his heart full of question marks.

I don't know what he called me at the end of the sentence but he said it nicely so hopefully it wasn't mean. I happily follow him to another room and see a bunch of kids in a circle with vodka and a few people smoking weed. He holds my hand gently and leads me to sit down in the circle. The girl next to me hands me her bottle of vodka and says I can have the rest. I thank her but am also confused why she'd give away half a bottle of vodka. Her loss I guess. I take a swig and grimace at the burning sensation as it goes down my throat.

A thick, worn-out book. She carried it back to us with urgency and placed it on the table. She flipped through the pages fast, like someone desperate to find proof of something they already feared. Finally, she stopped, her hand pressing down firmly on a page. “Look,” she said, holding the book up high so that everyone could see. Her eyes were wide, filled with dread. “The reason the name sounded familiar is because Andromeda Cavil was the first witch the Circle ever hunted down.” I leaned closer, trying to get a good look at the old page, and my heart skipped. The drawings, the marks, the writing, all of it screamed history, blood, and danger.

The book was already lying on the table, as if someone had placed it there for them. “That’s not creepy at all,” Logan said, frowning. Anna stepped forward, her hand trembling as she picked up the book. The leather cover was cold, and the faint smell of burnt wood lingered in the air. She flipped through the pages quickly until she found the one on The Reflection Game. “There,” she said, pointing to the text. “It says we need to close the circle by returning the reflections to where they came from. But…” She trailed off, her face paling.