Novelas y relatos de Agartha

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

Malleteagan’s POV We are slowly but surely advancing down through ill-dimmed, sewer-like channels that separate Oribus from Damnarynth, the next circle of Wengarthria. Now I understand why they call it the way they do. It is a damn labyrinth, although I was told that it got its name from all the damned souls that are built within it. This level of Wengarthria seems like an underworld maze. It is laid out so complexly that it almost reminds of a large underworld ant heap. Ghouls of lost souls loitering around, screeching and beginning for mercy. Arachnoid warriors are protruding and attacking us left, right and centre as we advance through stinky swamp sewage of Damnarynth that reaches my wai

Aria - The Path of Truth: Aria's path led her to the Hidden Archives, a repository of ancient knowledge hidden deep within the mountains. Here, she encountered the Guardians of Truth, enigmatic beings who tested her with riddles and illusions, each designed to challenge her perception of reality.

A head emerged from the cloud wrapped around Arista’s wrist, transforming into sharp thorns stabbing towards Martha Marriott. Alpha Maeva’s voice echoed in Arista’s mind: “I can’t control Ellise for long, Arista. Put on Dominic’s armor, let’s go.” But Arista didn’t respond. The magical force of Ellise clashed with Martha Marriott, the impact strong enough to make Arista fall to the ground in the Red Moon pack palace’s cloud tiles. Smoke billowed around her as she sat, asking Alpha Maeva but also questioning herself: “Where else can I go...”

The sky was no longer beautiful for Green at the time, Green was a companion of cold and dark. Till she got a speck of light Alta given, he accompanied Green through the darkest parts of life, Alta gave her the assurance that nothing was certain but death. Alta made Green slowly rised from the ashes and out of the blues. The support from Alta has kept Green that strong until now. Her first meeting with Alta, who was her high school friend, was the beginning for Green to look back at the world she had when it was not all right.

Arthur felt himself being pulled into a vortex, the world around him blurring. When his vision cleared, Arthur found himself standing in a lush forest, surrounded by towering trees and the soft chirping of birds. A figure approached him. It was none other than Agatha, the last leader of the Protectors. Her piercing green eyes locked onto his, and Arthur felt the familiar tug of the mate bond. As they spent more time together, Arthur relived the memories he had forgotten. He saw their passionate nights, their laughter, and their joy. But he also witnessed Agatha's growing unease, her fear for their future, and her ultimate decision to erase his memory and send their daughter away.

, she was going to be the damned death of him. Glossary Ankhas- Currency used in Pythas Pythas- One of the numerous planes of existence, Populated by Magical Beings

Derora turned to darathos as she unsheathed her blade, "Your name shall no longer be darathos, I name thee firedran, flames of sorrow" derora said as he roared, "Where to derora?" He asked, She smiled as the veratus walked under the ray of sunlight, it did not affect them, derora motioned for them to move forward, "It is time we took Aratia by fire" she replied as he soared into the air, his wings leaving a blazing trail of fire, Herega was in for a nasty surprise....

He didn't believe me when I told him that I hadn't seen her for eight months and because he assumed me to be lying, he took the one thing I loved more than anything. He took Lara and I had to watch. I had to watch as he dragged the silver knife across her stomach, digging it in as far as it would go, Lara's screams could be heard all over the dungeons and I couldn't do anything to help her. His Beta, Parker, had restrained me and I could see the smirk on his face from the reflection of the glass as James cut my mate up in front of me.

However, the word he had earlier heard interrupted his flow of thoughts, and the emotions that were creeping into him. Arthmata, Arthmata, Arthmata. The words resounded in his head in the very manner and pace the woman had said it. It, however, sounded more of a ghostly echo. Who was that woman? And what the hell is Arthmata? The woman looked worried when he met her. Their car had rammed into a truck. However, one thing caught his eye- Her eyes. When he first saw them, the top right quarter of her iris was red, the top left corner green, a the lower right quarter blue and the remaining quarter orange, and it seemed to glow dimly. The pupil was black, but it was blacker that the pupil anyone