Ante Tu Altar Novels & Stories

“Your family, and everyone important to you, bless my wish to find you. The traces you left and the fragment that lost in a thousand years, I barely come across those and slowly return to you...” My heart tremble, and I am weak to cry out loud. Just now, the little child's smile elsewhere, and she's been muttering the words, “You both suffered with the endless shape of reality. However, the end isn't the final one, and your suffering is only the beginning, Altara. Are you aware how the classics have ever exist everywhere?”

Silas brought up the rear, his gray eyes fixed on Nell. They walked in silence. No birds. No wind. Just the crunch of leaves and the hollow silence where Nell's heartbeat should have been. The clearing opened before them. The altar stood in the center old stone, covered in moss, carved with symbols that seemed to shift when Nell looked at them. The moon hung directly above it, so bright the grass looked silver. "Stand there," Lena said, pointing to the altar. Nell didn't move. Rue stepped forward. Her gold-flecked eyes were wet. "Please. Just do what she says."

So beautiful… but how come I wasn’t getting burnt by the dancing flame on my palm? Mesmerised by the mysterious flame, I stood there, speechless. The flame continued to dance on my hand as I looked around. Did they see it? Was I the only one witnessing this? “Hello? Alfred? Dexter? Look at me!” No one replied to my resounding voice. They must have entered the temple. I pursed my lips as I looked at the sun, which was now lowering itself from the sky. I sighed. It was time to return to the temple, regardless of what the elders said.

“And we all understand if you find it hard to believe that you are special.” He pointed toward a stone altar positioned at the center of the hall. The altar was exquisitely carved with countless ancient runes that glowed faintly beneath the surface. It looked old. Very old. As though it had existed for thousands of years. “This altar has stood here for ages,” Karl explained. “Only the Chosen One can awaken it with their blood.” He walked forward and bit his thumb. A drop of blood landed upon the altar. Nothing happened. The blood simply vanished.

she sighed, leaning her large body against his. "Don't think like that. Our brother will be fine," her wolf assured her as they continued to watch the two wolves together, but the moon was getting higher in the sky, and it was nearly time. They'd know his fate soon enough. Tessa sat tall on her haunches and howled to the moon, signaling it was time to move on. They all took their previous formation and ran to the clearing where Ingrid built a wooden altar. They all stopped at the edge of the forest, eyeing the unfamiliar objects in the field.

His shirt caught fire in the salt ring last time. This time I am extra careful once again as he chants the spell each time. I need to get to her again. I need to talk to her. I know that she is Renee. I know her!! "O Terra mater. Dirige me ad veritatem. semitam iustitiae demonstra mihi. Ostende mihi lucem. Adsum enim auxilium tuum. O Terra mater. adiuva puerum tuum," "O Terra mater. Dirige me ad veritatem. semitam iustitiae demonstra mihi. Ostende mihi lucem. Adsum enim auxilium tuum. O Terra mater. adiuva puerum tuum,"

August spotted the object he spoke of, half hanging on a low branch of a tree, and his heart skipped a little. “That scares you two?” August sighed out hard and a few birds flew at his vulgar exhalation. “I see a stone altar covered in blood and moss before me, and you are afraid of a few damned bones?” Both brothers exchanged a look and stood at attention, trying to wear a face of concern for the altar. “Any thoughts on that, then?” They said in unison. August opened his mouth to answer, but he looked back beyond the altar and gagged. “Good Lord, what is that?”

“The altar can bind the shadow permanently. But it needs a pure connection, someone whose spirit resonates with both light and dark.” Lena frowned. “That sounds... impossible.” “It’s not,” Rielle said, her voice dropping. “Lena, you’re the key. The mark on your chest connects you to both sides.” Lucan looked skeptical. “But using the altar means tapping into magic older than anything we’ve encountered. If something goes wrong…” "There's nothing we can do," Lena cut in. "We must try if this is the only way to stop it." --- It was a long journey to the Nexus Altar. Every step they took made the landscape more unfriendly, as if the land itself was trying to get in their way. The air became heav

The caption wrote, "So thankful for Alvin and Theodore for taking care of this sick patient." It felt as if something had pierced my heart. With trembling fingers, I placed a call to Theodore. The call was rejected, so I called again, but it was only rejected once more. Finally, on the third try, a woman answered the call. "I'm sorry, Joy. Theodore and Alvin were too impulsive. How could they have left you alone at the altar?" It was Gwen who answered the call. I hadn't even gotten a chance to speak before Theodore started reassuring Gwen. "It's okay, Gwen. There's no need to apologize. No wedding is more important than your health."

He finally understood. This wasn't a wedding. It was his execution. "No… It's not like that!" He suddenly lunged, a man possessed, scrambling down from the altar.