Agartha Book Novels & Stories

I have faced Kaise and I survived! I growl, turning to them, and raising my hands. A cloud of white light comes out from my palms, backfiring their magic at them. Agatha screams as her own spell hits her in the chest, sending her flying backward into the throne and she struggles to get off it- how ironic, she wanted the throne so bad and now she rejects it?. Leah dodges her backfired spell but she loses balance and I counterattack. The energy I emanate make her fall to the ground I do not give them time to recover. With quick gestures, I make white light that wraps around them like ropes, pinning them to the floor. I have bound them to a place. They cannot move

"This first one is for the Gathering Realm. It will expand your Apertures and your Ion Sea to handle up to the Realization level. The second will push your Apertures again and your Ion Sea to the Reformation level. As for the Third.. well it should, in theory, push you to the Transcendence level of energy reserves." "Gulp! I will not die right?" Felicity was not expecting Ren to be that far ahead of others. She was a little scared now. "The Third manual is?" "No. I will make sure of it." Ren said. "The Third manual compliments one of.. supplemental ones. It is the Lava Tiger." Ren thought hard about it and let go of the hesitation the last time he taught the manual to anyone. The last was hi

When she came back, she found Cela sitting beside a big balikbayan box looking disappointed. "You found them," Nanny Rita said. "So they bought a lot of copies of my book," Cela said in a dismayed tone. "They were very supportive especially your mother," Nanny Rita explained. "How about the second book?" Cela asked. Nanny Rita sighed. She knows her too well so she's careful with her words. "I am not sure if your brother already ordered but he has plans," she answered. Cela remains disappointed.

Every scar, every wound—it only makes her shine brighter. “What is it, Arthur?” I ask, pushing open the door. My heart is racing. “Have you found something?” Arthur looks up from the old leather-bound book spread across the desk. His eyes are wide, a strange mix of excitement and uncertainty swimming in them. “Yes. A legend. A rare wolf... the Blood of All.” I frown. “What’s that supposed to mean?” Alyssa steps forward, folding her arms. “Yeah, what does that mean exactly?”

Maybe the answers lie within Jamari’s history, or rather her wolf’s past lives. My gaze moves to the book lying hidden under a stack of books on the corner of my desk. The book that I took from the hidden room at the old Church Ruins. The book with the history of Athena and all of her reincarnations. Without thought my hand reaches for the book, pulling it out from under the stack of forgotten books. My fingers move gently over the picture of a beautiful woman dressed in a white toga, golden armor covering her breast, torso, and hips like a second skin. Thigh high golden flat boots covers the woman’s bare legs, the tops moving outwards in the shape of wings.

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Yet within that silence, he found something powerful: whispers. Not the whispers of men, but echoes that clung to books too ancient for sunlight. Volumes that shouldn’t exist anymore. Manuscripts bound in dark red leather, inked in languages older than the cathedral itself. At first, Arthur ignored them. Focused on restoring old texts, cataloguing records, organizing theological archives. But one book changed everything—"Sanguis Altarum." The Blood of Altars. He found it hidden behind a false panel, sealed with wax and scripture. The moment he touched it, something inside him snapped awake. Visions plagued his dreams afterward. An altar surrounded by shadows. A woman with Isabella’s eyes scr

Rah laughed sarcastically but quieted as Arthur gave him a stern look. “He said that everyone has this book, I mean every alpha of all kingdoms has this book,” Arthur showed the book to Rah. Rah dropped the pants he was holding at the moment in shock. Apologizing profusely, he packed it hastily. Arthur could tell that Rah was way too impatient to study the book because of the speed of packing had increased multiple times from the moment he had laid eyes on the book. “You are packed,” Rah spoke as he closed the bag and rushed forward to pick up the book. “This is marvelous,” he muttered as he gingerly lifted the book and caressed the title – Alpha Ancestry.

Book 1 The Dark Lord's Cinderella A novel of the Royal Series written by Brenda Arong under the penname Sparrow101 Synopsis: The kingdom of Agartha, an advanced civilization of hybrids, would open its gate-way to spread terror among the inhabitants of the surface earth. An apocalypse was bound to happen soon and one girl had been warned of that possibilities on her dreams where she met the frightening dark lord who claimed her as his bride. She can be humanities' downfall or salvation if she chose

Ilnel raised his voice so the table would hear him clearly, though it was unnecessary, "that there is a belief that heroes fight when hope is dim..." "...And gods, when hope is gone," Sethlzaar completed before he could stop himself. "You know of the Agaroth dissidents, Father Sorlan?" Ilnel asked, clearly surprised. Sethlzaar wondered where he had heard it. Oh, he remembered. The winter test. Most of his odd knowledge came from a single man; a single old man. "No, I'm afraid I do not." he told the commander. "I simply knew a person who took certain interests in the ways of the dissidents."