Novel & Cerita Witch Circles

“Considered accepted.” Alexei crossed his arms, relaxed. “Strengthened alliances, protected borders, expanded trade. Looks like we’ll survive another generation.” The witches of the Mystic Circle, led by Maia, the white-haired elder, stepped forward. “In the name of the Goddess, we seal this circle of alliances. May the moon bear witness. May the night protect. May justice not fail.” With a delicate gesture, she passed a small dagger over her palm and drew a silver symbol on the floor.

Using her forepaws as leverage, she pushed off the body and twister her head to pop the witch's head from her shoulders. Ignoring her own injuries, Cilyna rejoined the group making sure everyone was still together. Some of the wolves were fighting, those who were not carrying children. Cilyna was surprised to see some of the witch children riding wolves were working their own magical defenses to throw at the enemy. A thought came to Cilyna "Can a witch form a protective circle without a ring of salt?" she linked Kaynon. "I'm not sure but if they channel enough power together they might be able to." he replied after a tense minute if silence.

I nodded only to keep focused. The seven concentric circles started moving. The innermost was shining bright. The second was fire circle, the third was air, the fourth water, the fifth was the blood of all the previous Alphas and Luna’s, the sixth was made of the holy werewolf spirits and the last was of Oak tree woods, that was planted by the first werewolf. All the circles moved opposite to each other making a whirlwind. It was insanely impossible to look behind this tornado. I couldn’t understand what was happening. Gianna stood like a statue. She was so calm. Yesterday’s trials had made her stronger.

But no one can find out what they are wanting or where they are based. Even Samuel, who can turn invisible, cannot infiltrate them to find out what’s happening. We are all very aware magic is being used to hide them; it practically vibrates through the air sometimes. But to our knowledge, all witch covens in the US are white circles. The last black circles were eliminated by THE white circle, the head coven in the US, right after Mama and Tyson mated.

The song coming from them sent shivers down her spine. The Chief witch stood up slowly and spread out her hands and the music stopped immediately. "Thank you." She whispered bowing, the witches of the circles bowed back and disappeared one after the other with each of them turning to cast a glance at Emily before vanishing. "Welcome, Moon Witch to the Scarlet Coven of the Zealot Clan." The chief witch said, her voice sounding almost musical. "Five circles?" Emily blurted out, still staring at the space where the witches had been.

Jason's laughter filled the room as the lights flickered off again, the temperature dropped, and a gusty wind swelled within the chamber. The witches told them that the strong spirit was trying to get free and that they must not let the circle go away or he would be able to walk the earth once again. Ace yelled at them about how they were to do that. The witches pulled out the yarn and told them to make a circle and hold onto the yarn without letting it go. They told them they must release the spirit back into the dead and hope and pray it stays dead.

"Then you're making it without my blessing." "I know. I'm sorry. But I have to try." The witch gestures to the clearing behind the cabin. "Come. Everything is prepared." We follow her outside. The clearing is covered in symbols. Candles everywhere. Four points marked in the dirt. "Each of you stands at a point," the witch instructs. "The child in the center. You'll link hands. Form the circle. Connect the bonds." Kieran and Caius can barely walk. Damon and I have to help them to their positions.

I could do this on my own, but it is much easier to call on spirits with other witches. My mother is already down by the lake making a salt ring. She is walking around the circle with her sage bundle whispering one of her protection spells. Several candles sit in the middle of the circle. We all stand around the circle. William walks over to take his place. He looks terrible. I know the last few days have been hard on him but lord he looks bad. He has deep dark circles under his eyes. If this were six months ago, I would have gone to him and hugged him, but things have changed.

Off ahead, the hell gate loomed, a black, jagged tear in the earth, its edges glowing with the strain of holding back whatever was clawing to get through. Lunaryn’s growl rumbled low in my mind. “Something’s coming, pup. And it’s not going to be friendly.” The ground trembled under my boots as the witches began their chant, Thessaly and the Moon Priestesses standing in the center of the carefully etched circle. Crystals glowed along the outer rim, their light pulsing in time with the voices. My job was simple, keep them alive until the spell was complete. Easier said than done.

The rest of the circle seemed to agree with his words, especially those on the black cloak. “Alright, let's move on the the next step,” Aunt Maggie took a brown chalice. She kept her hands in it and scooped some black stuff which she kept on my face. “Now we are done with the temporary rite. It's time for you to know our three rules,” she paused her words. “Number one rule,” Aunt Maggie added. “Never reveal the circle's secret to outsiders,” the circle said in unison. “The second rule-” “Never work against the circle,”