Agartha Book Novels & Stories

“Ariadne.” Even the books here were ones I’d already read repeatedly. There were only so many times I could read about the '100 Greatest Battles of Wolf Kind' or 'The Twenty Steps of a Successful Luna' before beginning to hate even the thought of picking a book up. But even if I asked someone to go to the library for me, it was unlikely there would be many books in there that I hadn’t already read at least once. 'Three hundred and eighty-four… three hundred and eighty-five… three hundred and eighty-six….'

“Isn’t fate just so damn cute?” Lyka sighed, “You are powerful, each of you and you need to discover it. To expand it.” “But enough to defeat him?” Art snickered. “Yes, enough to destroy him. We will talk about it later. Before that you can read this book.” Shalom handed them a thick, leather bound book. In the cover, was a handwritten word. Bloodsongs. In wild red. ____

Artemisia felt totally uncomfortable picking up that book, it was as if everything that had happened badly to her and that she had forgotten would come back with force and brutality because of that book. But she still left him on top of the first book. Finally, the young woman made it to the last shelf that was supposed to snoop on for books. And again, Helga's voice came. "The last book I can recommend to you is purple like the garments of a priestess, you will know the story he will tell. You wrote it, honey." The girl didn't question it, mainly because Helga looked at her with a fondness she never received. A motherly affection.

Max Girard — Harold's stepbrother, slung one of his three bags round his neck, making it from behind him like an hunch. He bent and picked up one of the two bags left in his hands and with his free hand, wheeled the third bag behind him. He wasn't oblivious to the fact that Harold didn't have as much clothes as he did meaning they had all fit in one bag, but he didn't care. They both lived different lives. He lived the life of a to-be-alpha while Harold lived that of a nobody.

I am not alone in this endeavor, and together the two of us must find the love and the strength to conquer the darkness that plagues our worlds with evil; even if it means our lives. ~ Rayana Karver, Princess of Valaisha CHAPTER ONE- The Guardians Today is a warm day for this time in October. It is usually chilly with everyone wearing heavy jackets as the weather begins to change towards winter. Today I was dressed in a thin baby blue pullover sweater with my sleeves pushed halfway up and jeans. As my best friend Sara and I sat outside the library Sara, nudged me and nodded in the direction of the parking lot. I noticed the mysterious family that always came into town together; they do their

“Yes, Chief.” That after, Arth followed Jade up towards the second floor. Getting closer, he could smell the sweet, musky scent of the old books from the library. His entire life he had never been in a place filled with books and extremely tall shelves, as Frostwood had no library, and he hadn’t tried visiting the ones in Casterfall and in the capital. It was only when he entered that Arth came to realize why they had called it Incantatus Bibliotheca … the Enchanted Library. Strange energies lingered in the air that made the place feel so magical.

Setting the nightgown onto the bed, she crossed her arms over her chest and stared at me with devastating clarity. "I understand far more than you realize, young lady," Agatha spoke plainly, stripping away the formal titles. "I remember a sweet, kind girl who used to sneak injured birds into her bedroom to nurse them back to health. I remember a child who cried when the winter frost killed her favorite rosebushes. Now, I look at you, and I see a stone gargoyle." Stopping my frantic pacing, a defensive wall slammed down over my heart. "Being a stone gargoyle keeps me alive. It keeps my family in power. Weakness invites slaughter in our world, Agatha. You know this."

Agatha, a frail figure with weathered features, sat in a worn armchair by the fireplace, her piercing gaze fixed upon me. “You've come,” she say, her voice laced with a mixture of weariness and anticipation. “The chosen one walks among us once again.” I approach her cautiously, my eyes drawn to the ancient books surrounding her, their faded spines whispering secrets of forgotten ages. “Agatha,” I began, my voice betraying both determination and trepidation. “I seek your guidance. The Night Howlers have fallen under a curse that plagues our lineage.” Agatha nodded knowingly, her eyes glimmering with ancient wisdom. Yes, child,” she replied, her voice carrying the weight of centuries. “The cu

She slammed her palm on the door yelling for help. "You're not leaving here alive, Caterina," Freddy grunted, breathing heavily. I gripped the dagger tightly. It was the hint of home and comfort that I needed to woman the fuck up and take down Freddy. "You'll die a very ugly and slow death." "Not if I kill you first." I charged first, dagger in my hand. The dagger was the only thing I have that was from my mother. My father gave it to me when I was six, said it was a Larinovan Charter, its blade made of steel and its hilt made of gold. I tried to stab him in the stomach, but he backed away before I could hit his flesh. I striked again, feet firmly on the ground. I scraped his forearm a littl

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