Novelas y relatos de Agartha

“So, she is part demon? One of Dante’s sprogs that slipped through the net?” “No,” Lucas leaned forward to rest his elbows on his knees as a weary sigh escaped him. “Atlas and Amos don’t have wolf spirits remember? Chloe does; Hecate.” “Hecate? What kind of name is that?” “It’s the name of a Greek goddess. As far as we can tell, only the Wolfe line has a wolven spirit with a Greek name. Even Sierra and Alvaro don’t have them. So, how come she has one?” Lucas raised an eyebrow, hazel eyes darkening as the questions piled up. “I think we need to make a call.”

kundi para sa kapayapaan ng lugar na to. " the blood" at tama nga ako agad lumitaw ang isang lalaki na mukhang ka edad lang ni papa.. iba ang kanyang kasuotan at higit sa lahat ang lengwahing kay hirap sambitin...! "The same blood" hindi na ako sumagot sa halip agad kung hinanda ang dala kung sandata.. "Do you why this agartha full of mystery? You don't know right? It is because if you know about it.. they kill you" agad ko siyang tinignan ang kanyang mata puno ng galit...

My mother screamed—the correct reaction. “What the fuck?” Sara, my sister, gasped as she walked into the room and squatted next to our father. A large puddle of blood had formed by his face, seeping out from his mouth and nostrils. She pulled a dart out of his arm and smelled it. “Wolfsbane,” she said. “How ironic,” I responded. “What?” She looked at me, confusion on her face. “Well, it was his idea to use wolfsbane darts in battle. It’s pretty ironic that that’s how he dies in the end, eh?”

He always uses a golden glove to hide it. "What do we do father?.." I asked. "Her blood can make the king immortal." Harrod answers. "Who?." "King Gerald's daughter." Father replies. "So?." "Get me her blood or I'll take away your right as the prince!." Father says with a serious look. I sigh and nod affirmatively. "No worries. Where is she?." I speak through gritted teeth. I'll do anything when it comes to having the throne!!. SAGE ACADEMY

“Azura’s cursed blade … someone has finally found it, then.” Arth sharpened his gaze at the demon as he made a stance. “My name is Arth Aragon … King of Glacia and Protector of the Northern Realm. You will regret coming here, demons. Ask me all the questions you want, but it is my blade that will answer you.” Lord Ander’s face showed a slight change in hearing Arth’s name, then his side lip rose, “That explains the familiar alar … but how truly disappointing to see how the bloodline has grown weak over hundreds of years. You might have your sword, but your spirit is asleep.”

It did not, however, last long. The Eighteen Arhats were exhausted. They were eventually dragged out of the gap and thrown into the blood and flesh grimstone. "I'm coming!" Another powerful figure appeared, and it was Saria. Saria formed a formation, and wind blades rushed to the sky, crossing the gap. However, the sword formation roared after three minutes and was destroyed by the grimstone. It was about to be crushed in the grimstone. Agatha appeared out of nowhere and pulled her. "Go, Holy Rabbit!"

"Hurry up, Mykel, we have a lot to do today." Gwenevere called, matching forward. He increased his pace and closed the distance between them. "I'm wondering what you're up to." "First of all, I have to apologize. I lied, there's nothing cloudy in this meeting, we're not swimming in the sky or anything. I said it would be cloudy because we're in a park called The Cloudy Park." she raised her eyebrow at him.

“Come out or I won’t hesitate to attack in full force.” Arth followed his gaze, not knowing what was going on. ‘Someone is here? How come he just easily sensed a presence from that distance?’ A lady’s laugh was heard, coming from behind the tree. “I knew I couldn’t hide my presence from a half-blooded demon.” An auburn-haired woman showed up, wearing a cerulean cloak with a snowflake symbol on her right chest. ‘A half-blooded what?!’ Arth’s eyes widened, still confused. He quickly recognized the lady as one of the members of the Frostguarde. She was holding a long brown staff with a red gem at its end.

The creature growled; the look in his eyes seemed threatening. “Greetings, he is my loyal aul!” Amerta exclaimed happily; so different from the cold image that Venus knew so far. “You can call him Artha if you want. I got this Gal from the Third Earth, you know? So fabulous!” Venus gripped her bloody thighs. So, this is one of the Gal's that Portal Guardians mentioned when Venus arrived on the Second Earth. A werewolf, an aul, a Javanese werewolf. Mustaka?

Together with the crazy fight back from the members of the Cabello family and Woods family, their opponents were slain—not one was spared. “Haha… It’s been a long time since I’ve enjoyed killing with such alacrity!” Arthur laughed triumphantly as he killed the last person before he flew back and said to Helena, “Young lady, we still don’t know your name. By the way, I’m Arthur Whittemore, and I’m a member of the Whittemore Fortress from the Nine Armies.” Hendrick, who descended from his flight, also gazed at Helena expectantly as he wanted to know her name just as much, too.