Ante Tu Altar Novels & Stories

“Today, let me take his punishment. If you want to kill someone, you kill me first.” Vincent screamed at the words: “Grandfather, I don’t want to die!” He broke free of the guards again, rushing to Thaddeus’s side, only for the Don to shove him away hard. “You beast!” Thaddeus roared. “Get on your knees and beg your aunt and your dead cousin for forgiveness! Now!” Vincent finally understood. Thaddeus couldn’t save him. Not this time. He dropped to his knees before me, kowtowing over and over, his forehead splitting open on the stone.

Dust danced in the faint light that flickered from the candles seemingly lit by unseen hands, their golden glimmers reflecting the abandonment surrounding her. Tristan had stayed outside, hesitating at the threshold. This moment was hers alone. The altar, stark and bare, was adorned only by a cracked photograph ensconced in rusted metal—a portrait of her grandmother, Mirabella, her smile radiant yet laced with an unsettling depth of knowing. Autumn leaned closer, brushing her fingers gently across the layer of dust that enveloped the frame. As she did, she heard a faint click, and the floor beneath the altar groaned and shifted.

“Not for your balance. Not for your fear. Not to make your blood feel less wasted. I don’t exist to make your parents’ pain tidy. I don’t exist to give your goddess a belated meal.” “You exist,” he insisted, “for us.” “I exist,” she shot back, “for me.” The words landed in her own chest like a blow. For a heartbeat, everything sharpened: the wet sheen on the rock, the drip of water somewhere in the dark, the rasp of Deren’s breath behind her, the way Kael’s focus narrowed to a knife’s edge at her side. The tall man’s eyes flashed. “You are a breathing altar,” he said, almost gently. “Whether you will it or not.”

I looked towards the Altar Ginger standing in her teal colored silk mermaid dress that was strapless, her choice Not mine Her blonde hair was pulled up into a neat bun but her eyes were not on me. I look down again and feel so sorry for her and what I'm doing. I feel sorry for myself. At the end of the altar stands the groom, dressed in a white tux with a teal tie. His eyes were also not on me. Beside the groom, stood my mate, the man I'm meant to marry, but he cut all ties with me when he rejected me and left me for dead. Cato steps down and reaches for my hand, I take it. Since my father is king he's going to be the one marrying us as he talks Catos gaze meets mine and I know he wants me t

The guests fall silent, their eyes fixed on me as I take a hesitant step forward. And then I see him. Drake. He stands at the altar, his broad shoulders squared in a dark blue tux and his golden locks neatly combed back. As I gaze at his face, it begins to blur and suddenly, I see Ezra. Ezra. He stands at the altar, holding out his hand, his dark eyes never leaving mine. “If the sky that we look upon, Should tumble and fall, Or the mountain should crumble to the sea. I won't cry, I won't cry.

After dying and coming back to life for my king for the 99th time, I am sent to the heavenly altar to be sacrificed yet again. The divine beast is about to awaken, and it demands the blood of the woman born with the phoenix's fate. But Arabella Beaumont is the true phoenix's reincarnation. Terrified, she throws herself into Edward Fairchild's arms. The man who once broke his kingly pride for me takes my hand and says gently, "Thea, go in her place." I stare at Edward, stunned. He lowers his voice, coaxing me, "You have the System. Even if you die, you can always come back. If Arabella goes up there, she'll die for good. Once you return, I'll make you the queen at once." Little does he kn

"Come, no one will interfere now." We approach the old altar. I look at it. It is not something I have seen before. Black granite that shines like a sky full of stars stands before me. It is big enough for a big male to lie on top of it. But what truly impresses me is that the big altar looks like it is floating in the air. Vlad stands before the altar, with Vladimir in his arms, and frowns. "I am losing him. His soul is ready to cross over."

My aunt supported me Until we reached the door of the church. I'm already in the middle of the door slowly opening The door with the music Marry your daughter. I walked slowly while Tita was by my side. I just looked at the man standing at the altar who was cold. he looked at me and that surprised me. He was supposed to be happy because it's our day but I just ignored it and just smiled at him.

"Goodmorning..." Altar just gasped, "Hi...." "You're finally up" she said. Altar mutters fixated on her body, "Yes...." "Well your friends are in the backyard" she said. Altar just stared and nodded. Marissa giggled and left him. Altar went into the bathroom then sat down letting out a long sigh thinking about what he just saw. He rubbed his eyes in disbelief.

It seems that the ice will not melt no matter how many 8 years pass unless the destined savior shows up and kisses Carolina's brother Caleb to lift the Freezing Spell. Well, apparently Carolina and I will have to live off of mushrooms until we learn to hunt. Once again, I made my way to High Altar. This was not the first time I had seen Caleb frozen in the center of High Altar, but I was stunned every time I saw him. He was like a crystal ornament displayed in an expensive window. No matter what angle you look at him from, he is worth admiring. After picking the mushrooms, I could not help but walk up to High Altar with my basket to take a closer look at Caleb.