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“This one looks quite similar to that one.” He’s right. Both look like crescent moons, except the one in the book has a circular pattern inside it. Mine does too, but one of the mini-circles is stained with crimson. “Does it make a difference?” I ask him. “Just this one circle?” “It makes a huge difference.” He stabs a finger at one of the symbols. “See this one?” He trails his finger down to the next one. “And this one?” “Yeah, they look the same.”

" I might be at war with my father, but if real trouble hits, his men would be here in a blink—raining hell. Carter? He had no backup. If he died, that was it. No revenge. Just a grave. Carter maintained eye contact, processing everything. I continued, voice low. “Ever wonder why some wars never happen? Why do men vanish without a trace? That’s the Circle. They decide before blood hits the pavement.” Carter gave a grim smile, slipping his copy of the signed document into his briefcase. “Now you know what the Circle is. But knowing and surviving it? Two different things.” Andrew got up. Meeting over. Carter shook his hand before turning to me. "I’ll handle it. Clean, no mess. You have my word

The book had been placed in the heart of the School of Light, its pages filled with the wisdom of the ancestors and the teachings of the Circle. Students and healers would gather around it, their voices soft as they read its words, their hearts open to the guidance it offered. It had become a sacred object, a symbol of the love and hope that had been passed down through the generations. The leather binding was soft with age, the golden embossed symbol of the Circle catching the candlelight, a quiet reminder of the eternal promise that the light would never fade. But for Kael, the book was more than just a collection of words. It was a prayer, a prayer for the healers who would come after, a

I had a lot of friends around me so somehow I never cared enough to notice any guy aside from my best friend Bish ,who I now see as a brother. Yes He was in the Bro Zone. And I think he enjoyed it because he had extra privileges . Putting that aside, I headed back to kitchen and checked for snacks and anything edible that did not involve cooking or warming. They had a lot of junks in the house. So finding all of that was not a problem. I went to the library, Thank goodness Mr Gary Down was not in there so I felt more comfortable. I took my time to understand the arrangement of the library, before I found myself a good book to read.

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."

The circle held. Complete. Unbroken. Burning still.

The library had nothing except a floor to ceiling bookshelf and a red magic circle glowing in the middle of the library right before the bookshelf. There were thousands of books and a few of them... less than a hundred were glowing blood red on the upper shelves, but none glowed on the partially empty lower shelves. Diana stood right at the center of the magic circle, peering at the glowing red books. I trudged to her. “Diana…” I held her shoulder. Her eyes were stretched wide as she scrutinized the bookshelf, as if she was in some trance. I peered at the bookshelf for some time, standing beside Diana, then let out a sigh.

The language was careful but unmistakable. We are forming a shared review circle. Not a council. Not an authority. A space to compare outcomes, correct harm, and dissolve itself if it becomes rigid. Lily read it slowly. Then again. “They built their own structure,” Derek said quietly, reading over her shoulder. “Yes,” Lily replied. “And they designed an expiration date.” Mara let out a soft laugh. “That’s… terrifyingly healthy.” By midday, other packs began referencing the review circle, not asking to join, but to mirror it. Adapt it. Rename it.

The tradition is passed down from generation to generation. While dark magic users have been around since the beginning, in recent deKaelens, rumors of one specific group have surfaced. They call it The Circle. This would indicate that the dark witch families are more organized and unified than previously assumed. I hummed. The Circle, and 5th Circle, could be one and the same. For several hours, I scanned through the rest of the book. It included a lot of conspiracy theories, but nothing concrete. No names of suspected dark witches—just a bunch of vagaries. The book wasn’t even written by a dark witch.

The smell of dust and old paper hit my nose hard, and I suppressed a sneeze. Flipping through the pages, I groaned at what I was seeing. Most of the groups listed here were groups I was familiar with. I knew they existed, but I just didn’t care about them. Done with the first book, I slapped it shut and dumped it, picking up the second one. I pulled the cover and caught sight of the title. “The science behind the Groups you never knew existed.” I flipped the pages open and scanned, fast, when a paragraph caught my eye. I flipped back to the last page, where I saw a little paragraph titled “The Crimson Circle.”