The Secret Circle Book 1 Novels & Stories

“But whatever it is, someone went to great lengths to keep it hidden down here.” A chill ran down my spine. I met his gaze. “Let me see it.” Kai handed me the heavy book and I quickly scanned the weathered dusty pages. “It looks like a grimoire of some sorts.” I whispered with a thoughtful frown. “To what?” Jin questioned, mirroring my pensive frown. “A magic circle.” I whispered. Hope bloomed my chest as I stared at the faded words. “As long as it is placed in the right location and guided by one, whose blood carries the ancient lineage, a mighty barrier shall rise, shielding all from the dark forces of the hidden family.”

scold, me,” she said teasingly. A smile filled my face and I found myself laughing. “You really are something else,” I reply, looking down at the open book. “So, I am so confused. Marylin finds out that Remus has been lying to her the whole time, but then in this chapter, she sleeps with him. I don’t understand,” she says while showing me the next tab. I smile at her eagerness, “You don’t remember the gift that Remus gives her in the third chapter? A ring, forged in Dolos, the place of lost minds, rectified by the Keeper?” She nods her head as she flips back to the third chapter, “Right, it was a birthday gift.” “Yes, and remember Rosalyn later says that the Keeper went by many nam

Operation Figure This Shit Out is go. ***** An hour later, I’m sitting on my bed with my laptop and plate of microwave mini pizzas. Despite doing several searches for the Silver Circle, all I can find on it is scraps, snippets of useless or conflicting information. “The Silver Circle is a cult formed by the Earl of Lamont in the mid-15th century in France, with followers in all parts of the globe.” “The Silver Circle is a secret society made up of members of only one family, isolated to the Irish fishing village of Creeslough.”

With our pack only have 4 healers, my parents were very important. My parents found each other in college. Literally sniffed each other out the first day of classes. Graduated college with my oldest sibling in my moms belly. Jaxs dad was Alpha of our pack. His Grandpa was an alpha and so on it went through the generations. His mother was actually an Omega. She has changed alot and definitely doesn't remember her roots unfortunately. Today though, I'm sitting in my last homeroom waiting on Jackson to show up. My long brown super straight hair is covering my face and half my calculus book. My final is tomorrow and I have no willpower left in my entire body to study any longer.

I don't have a story plot yet so you have any ideas you'd like to see in this book let me know! The sixth book will be called The Silver Dragon Series: Alpha (I won't give away his name yet). Alpha **** is now 18 years old and will become the next Alpha of the Palmetto Pack. Remember good old uncle Thomas? He has a secret child that will be introduced in Maliyah's story. His name will be Brandon Brown. He will be gunning for Alpha ***** position as Alpha and revenge for his father. Each of these books will be published here in book 2 of the silver dragon series. I look forward to continuing this family's journey with you. See y'all in August!

“Wow, you are a beautiful one, but I think your father will kill me if I even lay a finger on you. I’m not really sure why he would even care if I did, but I know without a doubt he’ll rip my throat out. Come on, he’s waiting for us at the car.” I followed the guy that Aeliana called Beta Dominic, and I’m still wondering where I’m going and why now after twenty years being here. “Wait Myka, your father wanted us to give this to you before leaving.” I looked at Zira, who handed me a silver looking ring with a red stone in it. “Is that pure silver?” “Yes, so you better hope no one takes those moon stones off while you still have that ring on or it’s going to burn you.”

The ceiling above shimmered with faint enchantments—twinkling stars embedded in glass and crystal that pulsed like a living night sky. She trailed her fingers along the spines, marveling at the titles: The Lost Histories of Astira, The Blood of Forgotten Queens, Mystic Bonds and Magical Lineage, The Vaelthorne Chronicles… That last one gave her pause. She pulled it free and settled into the nearest high-backed chair, curling into its velvet seat like she belonged there. For hours, Seraphine read. Some books were stories, others records of laws, others theories of old magic—names and places she had only heard whispered by old women in markets. And others still… felt oddly familiar, like piece

It was here, amidst the hushed whispers of knowledge, that Jasmine’s life took an unexpected turn. She had come to return a book, a first edition of Pride and Prejudice that her grandmother had gifted her. It was irreplaceable, a piece of her family’s history, and she’d been meticulous about keeping it safe. But in her haste to grab a book on the top shelf, she’d accidentally swapped it with someone else’s. When she realized her mistake, she’d already left the library, and the book she’d taken home was not hers. The book she’d ended up with was a first edition of The Great Gatsby, its cover embossed with gold lettering.

AHMET headed there to examine, he opened his backpack and took out one of the three books he founded in the library. -The three books were : - the white book : is a book that explain all the types of cercle magics( seal magic cercles ,teleportation magic cercles and traps magic cercles) - the yellow book : is a book that explain the electricity magic(the highest form of magic the thunder) - the black book : is a book that explain the shadow magic and the difference between dark and shadow magic. AHMET reads the first book, he stayed there for 5 days until he finished the book, and he founded a way to remove the seal, after opened the door he founded a bracelet and black stone he approached i

"We did not read them. Thought you should see first." "Thank you. Leave me. I need to do this alone." He hesitated, clearly uncomfortable with leaving me in this place, but eventually bowed and departed. I heard his footsteps fade up the stairs. I was alone with my mother's secrets. I started with the journals, opening the oldest one I could find. The first entries were dated over thirty years ago, written in a young woman's hand—neater than the later scrawl I recognized as my mother's. “Father introduced me to the Circle today. He says it's an honor, that our family has served the shadow for generations. I'm frightened, but I want to make him proud.”