Agartha Novels & Stories

Agatha addressed Morgana without hesitation, "Morgana, your complexion seems unusually pale today. Do share the name of your foundation; I simply must try it." Morgana's laughter echoed through the chamber, a chilling melody of mockery and malice. "Ah, Agatha, my dear," she cooed, her voice dripping with artificial warmth and a dark allure. Her gaze, piercing and devoid of all kindness, locked with Agatha's. "Such potential squandered in your sister's shadow." A sly smile curved Morgana's lips as she leaned closer, the air around them growing thick with her brewing enchantments. "The power you hold, it's potent, raw—familiar to my own. Join me, Agatha. Together, we're destined to reign supre

And the color of my skin never hides when I blush so it's always hard. "What's your name?" Now he stood right beside me leaning on the basin and looking down at me. Okay, how the hell was he this tall? I looked like a minor in front of him. This was so unfair. And not to forget his deep baritone voice. It was so smooth just like butter. Ew Arabella really? "Arabella" I replied. He hummed before folding his hands and damn I almost swooned. I accidentally glanced at the tattoo on the back of his left shoulder. It had wings and it between were two initials.

Chapter 29 Finrir’s Display Aros, his eyes gleaming with admiration, signing to Finrir, "Young Finrir, I wish to witness the artistry of the Arcttegatian style that has been honed through generations." Tritan, intrigued by their interaction, watched as Finrir's eyes sparkled with excitement, a testament to his readiness to showcase the unique techniques that originated in Arcttegat. Tritan was keenly aware of the significance of this moment, as the unveiling of the Arcttegaiatn style underwater had the potential to inspire and captivate the Merguardians.

A few minutes later, the side door opened and I saw Azrik enter alone, he looked at Gáta who, before he could say anything, disappeared in a small purplish-green cloud. Seeing that color and feeling that pressure, I know that Gáta is involved with the curse, somehow she manages to pull energy from the Mother of Monsters. Khalid had said that the name for people involved in the cult of the Ancient Gods was “Cultists” and Gáta is definitely one of those people. The dragon's aura spread like fire spreading through a dry forest, but Hélios' aura protected me from the damage it could cause, especially since I am not at full strength.

she laughed as she walked towards the door and opened it. She gaped at him for a moment, Noor didn’t expect to see a handsome young man who wore a sky blue kaftan, an apple watch that is worth her school fees for at least four years, black loafers, and Cartier sunglasses "Afraah if you’re ready let’s go," he said in a deep calm tone that almost melted Noor’s heart

Of all the beauty, hers was the most divine. Her purple eyes gleamed with her grey armor as she rose from the ashes, did her purple gaze shine with her tears or her enemy’s blood? They were afraid to call her by her name……. Athena. I am Athena Raven Lark, and this is my Story.

asked Alexander curiously. "Prince Arthur was born in the celestial trinity world in a different time. He is the only warrior with the rare 13th zodiac sign named Ophiuchus. That's why the celestial spirit king grants him magic that can revive ancient creatures or being!" explained Leomord. "Prince Arthur is our trump card in any battle and he's yet to unleash his hidden powers!" A giant demon with horns, forked tails, black wings, and long claws descended from the moon.

I traced the hand holding the gun, and my sight met that of the pair of eyes that'll forever hunt me. They were bloodred eyes!

Aíma, Órasi, Fos, Fotiá" "The blood of your guardian, Eyes of deception, Light of the moon, Fire of the sun. Craft me a key to undo the shackles. Craft me a key to unlock your locks. Craft me a key to release your hold. Blood, Sight, Light, Fire"

It was a two-handed weapon that looked difficult to wield, but Avril assured me she was proficient at it. Prince Thorn and his mate, Princess Ariana, were with us. Thorn's armour was also made from Phaikón Árgyron. Instead of being mail, it was an intricately designed chest plate. Moonstone accents adorned his gauntlets, greaves, and chest plate, pulsating with magical energy that resonated.