Cerpen Santhy Agatha Novels & Stories

Agatha is fine physically but not mentally, she still needs to undergo therapy. "Get well soon, Thati... When you're well, we'll talk about everything we missed" Zandro added and let Thati rest. 'Thati' is Agatha's nickname, he was the only one calling her Thati then so he's hoping that her memories will come back. Salem and Than are just in the back as well as Ara and just listening and watching the two. "Told yah!, My bet is for Thati anyway" Salem said. "She has no memory, Salem. I still bet on her because she's being able to take action to have a happy ending." Than replied as if he was arguing with Salem.

AGATHA My name is Agatha—without a surname. Some people call me Agatha the Witch of the West, others call me Agatha the Witch, just like that. My friends— not that I have a lot, call me Gathy. Kidding! I hate it. I’m just Agatha. One of the five pure witches of planet Earth. The other four are my sisters—half-sisters to be exact, but with the modifications in our DNA, it’s like we are born from the same parents in the end.

Now we need to figure out who is doing this, or we may be the ones to suffer the consequences. Agatha Stupid leech can’t even die right. All the planning I did, making sure to make her essence call to him, to bring him to her, to make him want her. I had found her down at the homeless encampment, so no one would miss her if my plan worked. All he had to do was feed and kill, that was it, make their presence even more known, can’t even do that right. I guess I’m going to have to do everything the hard way. I need Matthias out of the way, he’s the one that makes it hard for me to get Bat to do what I want him to do. He’s always second guessing me to Bat, making him question everything I say. I

“Two empires. One future. Very clean. Very profitable.” She leaned in slightly, watching my face for a reaction I refused to give. “So if you’re thinking this is a story about temptation or rescue,” she said, “it’s not.” “I’m not thinking anything,” I replied. “You’re wasting your time.” Agatha smiled faintly, amused and Satisfied like she got the answer she wanted. “Good,” she said. “Then this part should be easy for you.” She reached into her coat and pulled out a slim tablet, tapping once before angling it just enough for me to see.

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Agatha raised her another finger, “Second, for your information, I’m Latina’s godmother. Even you won’t tell me to help you get her soul back, I’ll do it on my own. That’s already been decided when I sneaked inside your petty village.” “Oh? I wonder how you sneaked inside the village. So, what’s the third?” Delia asked. If there’s someone who knew Agatha the most, that would be her. She could tell that her sister wanted to say more. “Finally, Latina is beyond salvation. I’m afraid we can’t do anything to save her,” Agatha bowed her head. “The red Lhaphrite that suppressed Latina’s power was broken. Even if it’s not, her power is bound to awaken. I think this is not the first time she went be

she explained breathing calmly and speaking with conviction, authority in her tone that made Agnes captivated. “When I was given an assignment to go to earth I met Lykain, a third-generation werewolf lord, and got involved with him by disguising as a slave in his house. That's how Agatha was born." Words poured out of her mouth like a river and each word was a stone that provided a way for Agnes to cross a river to her childhood.

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

Except for the fact that they don’t have to pretend because it seems natural. “Hi, you are one of the new students here, right?” someone asked, appearing out of nowhere. The woman was wearing a crimson red cloak, the same color as her eyes. I nodded, before she smiled at me, as if excited to take me in a tour inside of this excluded place. “Yes. I’m Agatha. Agatha Fate Santillan. And you are?”

His vulnerability became a spectacle, a bare canvas for their whispering thoughts and probing stares. "Sapphire, let's transform this lukewarm cauldron brew into the shimmering depths of Emerald Lake itself. Imagine if before our astounded eyes emerges a lineage of the mermaid—those mythic creatures the werewolves dismiss as mere fantasy, rather than accepting as a thread in the tapestry of their own lore. Wouldn't that be a sight to behold?" Agatha's smile danced with wicked delight, her eyes glinting with the thrill of the forbidden experiment.