Transmutation Circle Novels & Stories

“She doesn’t want freedom from you.” “Maybe not,” I said. “But she needs it.” He shook his head and walked away, muttering curses into the wind. I turned back to Mael. “I’m ready.” Mael stood and extended his hand. “Then step into the circle.” --- The ritual circle was graved deep into the forest ground, surrounded by ancient stones and runes that have a rich energy in it. This wasn’t council magic. It wasn’t even druidic. It was older. Mael moved with eerie grace, placing shards of obsidian around the outer rim, each one soaked in the blood of forgotten wolves. The center was marked with twin sigils—one for me, one for her.

1. The Ritual Circle – Midnight Moon The sacred circle was drawn in blood and bone. No flames. No weapons. No spectators. Only the moon. Ava stepped barefoot into the ring, her body trembling, her breath shallow. The sky above her pulsed with red—Blood Moon Zenith, the most dangerous phase for any first-time transformation. And this wasn’t a choice anymore. It was survival. Rowan stood at the perimeter, fists clenched. Kael and Lucien watched from opposite corners, cloaked in shadow.

“She is infected by dragon magic. The circle should have torn her apart.” A cold silence fell. And then Veshira whispered the words they had all feared: “High Mother… the circle did not reject her. It absorbed her dragon magic. We believe it evolved.” The High Mother’s staff cracked the stone beneath her feet. “Impossible,” she spat. “Circles do not evolve. They consume. They break. They overwrite.” “Unless,” Veshira said softly, “they have found a host that can survive the transformation.” Silence again. This time not from fear… But from realization.

Benny said solemnly, but his expression became extremely excited. “Heavenly Star Magic Circle?” Philip and the others muttered in confusion. Benny said, “The Heavenly Star Magic Circle uses the stars as the source of the circle and four divine beasts as support to sever the cause and effect so that people trapped in the circle can stay upstream in the long river of time without dying. Through special cause and effect, a person in the downstream of the long river of time can enter the circle, change the trajectory of the stars, and sever some cause and effect as well as luck from that person to achieve special purposes.”

Found who I am. Incantation: Fire, Earth, Metal, Air, Water and Blood. By these elements, we bind the circle, and follow in the steps of our ancestors; who pledged themselves to fight against the forces of darkness. When evil assails us, when fear weakens us, when descent threatens us, in the circle we will find our power. We come to this place alone, but leave bound as one. With this oath, our journey begins together. Do you accept the circle?

Though James could not understand their meaning, he roughly knew that the words meant ‘the Tomb of Lucifer Menachem’. James asked, “How do we resurrect him?” The Protector walked over to him and waved his arm. Then, powerful energy materialized in his palm, and they shredded through the air. Following that, the soil on the tomb disappeared. This place was a Magic Circle. James knew nothing about Magic Circles. He could only see some complicated lines, within which was an uncovered coffin. Inside the coffin lay a man around eighteen years of age. He had a youthful look on his face.

The only thing missing was medicine… I took a quick look around and luckily noticed some sticklewort close by. I could use their leaves to accelerate the healing process or at least keep him alive long enough to get it properly treated. “I need to cut out the bullet,” I explained while I got the leaves. Suddenly, the men looked at me with a completely different look in their eyes. I amused myself with the thought that they didn’t expect an ass-kicking, lying nun to know anything about medicine.

The Transformation Circle lay hidden within the capital's shadow, nestled between abandoned temples and forgotten shrines where the city's earliest foundations had been laid. Unlike the grand cathedrals that dominated the skyline, these ancient places of worship predated the Council's theological dominance. Stone circles, worn smooth by centuries of ritual use, formed intricate patterns that converged at a central point marked by altar stone darker than midnight. The Shadow Knight approached this convergence with purpose that transcended mere intention. His transformed substance flowed around bone framework with cosmic awareness integrated through multiple trials. The sacrifice made upon the

“Lime, 1.5kg, phosphorus, 800g, salt, 250g, niter, 100g, sulfur, 80g, fluorine, 7.5g, iron, 5g and, silicon, 3g.” In different worlds, in the split of dimensions and the howl of their played life and chosen sins, the taboo they committed, pins and mark the price they needed to pay. Placing the corpse of the dead they wanted to resurrect as the transmutation circle is complete. In unison, they cast the spells. “Air, Earth, Fire, Water. Placing both palms unto the circle as the illuminating crimson light is marking in each corner and words of a Latin they have written within, they cast.

I asked. “The inner circle is the heart of the ritual, needed to prepare and repair. The outer circle is the containment circle. So that the rotting doesn’t spread and the things outside it are protected from being infected,” Meredith replied as she led us to the center of the area, to a circle similar to the floor in the greenhouse in her house. “This is the heart of the affliction,” Argon replied after inspecting around. He stood over a stone and looked around before turning back to me. “The ground here is too wet,” he muttered under his breath.