Agartha Novels & Stories

Zara cuts in before he can say anything more, "let's not scare the girl. She's only just become a part of this world." "Fine," he sighs as he says this as though not talking about it is a serious letdown for him. "Guess it's a good thing that dragons aren't found in the U.S. There are also Kitsune and Selkie. Then, there are witches, banshees, and vampires.” "Don't forget about the fae," Zara butts in, clearly excited. "Fae?" "Incubi, succubi, dwarfs, elves, gnomes, goblins, leprechaun, sprites, trolls, pixies, brownies," Zara ticks them off on her fingers excitedly.

My name is Elora and I reside at the Blue Mountain Packhouse. I have a slim figure, long curly blonde hair which I usually wear up in a bun so it is out of my face. My eyes are a deep blue which I love. I am not a normal girl though. You see I am a shewolf, my rank at the packhouse is an omega. I don’t know my parents because they passed away when I was just a tiny baby, so I don’t have any memories of them. The only thing I have is a necklace locket from my mother. I have never taken it off because it makes me feel close to her spirit.

The surrounding enemies falter, their terror apparent as they catch glimpses of the unleashed blue wolf, a symbol of untamed power. Aria's grandfather, Mtungagore, the Azanian warlock, recognizes the urgency of the situation. As a guardian and ally, he understands the gravity of protecting me and Summer from further harm. With a flick of his aged hand, he deploys his expertise, creating intricate barriers that prove impenetrable to Vornt's minions.

, said Adolfo in a loud voice. “I will fight for Agartha”, shouted one creature from the crowd. “So am I”, shouted the other one. “Count me in”, exclaimed the other one. “Hail to Agartha”, shouted the crowd. Adolfo smiled and hears their hearts desire. “Your Majesty, may you also, hear them now”, uttered Adolfo using his mind. He was trying to communicate kris. Meanwhile, Adam and his father tried to escape, their enemies were too many. Also, his father was bleeding.

“The most important thing is what you do with that knowledge, use it for good or to harm those around you.” I explained the dream-like projection to them and the words I didn’t understand. My heart ached for Grendal, knowing now what he must be going through to save his wife. I hoped she was still alive. “I didn’t understand certain words. What does Darach mean?” I asked Aerin. When the word left my lips I noticed the power the name carried. “Darach is the name of the oldest oak tree in Agmysther.” She explained, capturing both our gazes. “It is believed that true magic resides within it.”

Yet, standing right in front of him was a woman that presumably had equal potential as Skylar. 'How scary,' Rogart thought to himself. "I expected more from an envoy from the Godly Region. It looks like you're nothing special." Agatha mocked Rogart. Just as Rogart was stuck in his thoughts, Agatha raised her hand again and went in for a second attack. "So arrogant!" Rogart snarled. Then, he activated his fairy soul and met Agatha's attack mid-air. … On the other side of the world, at the base of Qingcheng Mountain.

She knew about the war and read some of the books about it, but it doesn’t contain enough information. "Lamia demigod; a last of her kind vowed to protect a powerful stone that holds magic. She protects the balance of the supernatural world. She lives in the cave in the Southern part of the Amorthon Kingdom of Wolves,” Thorin paused and when he saw his student’s reaction, he smiled. They eagerly listened to Thorin speak about it. History may be a boring subject, but the war of the supernatural was an interesting topic.

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Their weapons—blessed steel, enchanted stones, ancient runes—clashed against the sorcery of the Elders, whose bodies twisted and warped into terrifying avatars of flame and void. Arthur moved through the chaos like a ghost reborn, his voice returned but unused. There was no need. His blade, now infused with the final spark of the Ember Sigil, sang louder than words. Each step he took was deliberate, cutting through shadows and flame, shielding the weak, drawing nearer to the chamber where Cathros awaited his final end.

Agatha held both Krys and Kole's hands, forming a sacred triangle; she began to chant in old Norse tongue. "Avergopolís negrà nevada la porfium Indy kalièper dambala…" Agatha chanted. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath and when I opened my eyes I was transported to the nightmare realm. I open my eyes, letting it adjust to my new surroundings. Everything here looked so different, for beginners the world was upside down, and I'm not just saying that figuratively, I mean it literally. Everything was literally hanging up side down. It was night time, there were three giant red moons that burned and revolved in the sky, casting down a red glow all around.