The Secret Circle Fanfiction Novels & Stories

“That’s what he says, but I don’t know… that’s a really big secret for my parents to keep from me.” “If the alpha says it’s true then it’s true, or, at least, he believes it to be true,” Mia told her then shook her head. “And, of course, we’re still friends if you’re not too good for me that is.” Another smirk appeared on her face. Violet rolled her eyes. “Please, I’m not Emily after all.” “True,” Mia said with a laugh then suddenly pulled Violet in for a hug. “I’m sorry for what you’ve been going through. I can’t imagine how hellish things must have been for you all this time.”

“I can’t do this, Maureen. I can’t… I know you’re mated to him, and bound to the Circle, but why should there be a Circle in the first place? Why do I need to watch them touch you, speak your name like a prayer or a curse?” I pulled back, my eyes blazing, voice sharp and unyielding. “The Circle is what makes Blackcroft stand. Without it, everything falls apart. And if I were ever to be married… it wouldn’t be you. It would be my mate, Veylor Seagrave.” Lucan stared at me, hurt reflecting in his dark gaze. “So if I were your mate… would you marry me?” I couldn’t answer. The words simply wouldn’t come. The Blade of Tenebris felt heavy in my hand as I struggled to leave the tent. I drew a sharp

I said curtly, turning my attention to her, “what do you really want from me?” Her lips curved into a sly smile, her gaze flickering to Alex for a moment before locking onto mine. “I want both of you, Liam. I want to be part of your world and every part of it.” Her voice dropped to a near whisper, dripping with intent. “He can be your hidden secret. On top of the secret you’re already hiding.” The words were like a shot of adrenaline straight to my chest, but it was the photograph she slid across the table that made my blood run cold. My breath hitched when I stared down at the image. A picture of me mid-shift, caught in a blur of fur and claws.

Some of the men shifted uneasily. Because unlike Packs, the Circle wasn’t territory-bound. They moved through shadows, alliances, blood trades, and secrets older than most wolves alive today. Most believed they were myths. That was intentional. The Circle preferred it that way. “They stayed hidden for years,” Selene said carefully. “Why would they move now?” “Because the children survived.” Simple. Terrifying. True. I leaned lightly against the edge of the table. “Kharl thinks this is about protecting his family,” I said. “He still believes like an Alpha. Territory. Guards. Strength.”

Outside, lightning flashed across the sky. And somewhere in the darkness... The Serpent Circle continued watching. Unaware that Elena Hart had just uncovered one of their secrets. A secret she intended to expose completely. No matter the cost.

This was the story she wanted for her child, not one of fear and survival, but one of community and quiet joy. Later, when Ronan and Finn were snoring softly on bedrolls by the fire and Elara was checking one last poultice, Ashiel drew Liora outside. The moon was full, painting the stone circle in shades of silver and black. It was cold, but his arm was warm around her. "I told them about the valley's secret," he said quietly. "About the Scribe who was here before. They deserve to know. They're family." Liora leaned her head against his shoulder. "I'm glad you did."

That was the entire circle. She had constructed it that way by design—not out of raw paranoia, though five years of tracking Damien Voss’s movements from a distance provided ample justification, but because she had discovered early and expensively that secrets possessed a physical mass. The more hands that carried them, the higher the probability that someone would drop them somewhere careless. So she kept the circle small.

He had spent ten years as their weapon, and now he was the shield for the woman they wanted to turn into a god, he had to decide if he was going to take her deeper into the shadows of Europe or if he was going to burn the world down to keep her on this beach. "We aren't going to Geneva as guests, Verina, we’re going as a hostile takeover," Silas growled, his voice dropping into a lethal, unyielding resonance that made the air vibrate. He reached into the tactical bag he had hidden beneath the floorboards, pulling out a second mechanical key, one that looked identical to the one they had used in the library, but this one was carved from a dark, pulsing obsidian that seemed to drink the mornin

She pinched my arm playfully. My frown deepened. “You guys talked about me?” She grinned instead of feeling guilty. “Well, duh. Of course. We thought you’re hot and sexy even though you brood most of the time.” “I prefer to keep my personal life private.” Her eyebrow lifted. “Why do I feel that you are a secret billionaire?” I snorted. “Do I look like a billionaire? If I am, I won’t be working in the nightclub. I probably own one.”

My breath came fast as I leaned forward, pressing my forehead against the steering wheel. “What am I supposed to do now…” I whispered to myself. I could still hear Circle’s last words: You already stand close to one of them. Who? Who was she talking about? I closed my eyes tightly. And I thought about the people around me… No, it couldn’t be any of them. But what if the seer was right? What if I really was standing close to someone dangerous and didn’t even know it? A tear slipped down my cheek. “Goddess… I can’t think like that. Not now.”