Cerpen Santhy Agatha Novels & Stories

“The mate bond.” I froze completely. The petty retort died on my tongue, and Lita whimpered deep in my mind, curling into a tight, defensive ball. “Oh, yes,” Agatha went on. “All those beautiful stories. All those grand fairytales about destined lovers, unbreakable connections, and eternal devotion. And yet, your perfect mate thinks you’re nothing but a cold-blooded murderer.” I ripped my gaze away from her, staring blindly at the cracked wall, but she noticed the subtle flinch. She noticed everything. A harsh, cruel laugh broke from her lips, echoing off the bare room.

Agatha wakes up at 4am ,She quickly goes to the bathroom to freshen up and prepare for work. She still feels very sick but she doesn't want Samantha to stop her from going , she knew she had to pretend to be fine so she could go to work. Samantha who had been pretending to be sleeping while Agatha entered into the bathroom, quickly opened Agatha's hand bag. She takes her cellphone and searches for Harry's number on her phone list. Swiping through the number saved on her android phone , she sights the number saved as Mr Harry.

“What the fuck?” “I did not freeze thy mouth, young man, as I need all minds to focus on what to do, but if ye insist on such foul language, I will do so,” Agatha warned. “Now, please pay attention. Time is short.” She took a deep breath before continuing. “I come from the year 1692. I am a witch. A vampire turned a lovely young lass who was my friend and my protégé, into a vampire. She escaped him before he was able to complete the claiming of her and came to me for aid. I have done what is possible to protect her, but now I require thy assistance.” “I’m confused,” Tim mumbled. “Agatha, is it?”

I breathed. “Yes, my love,” the imposter murmured, leaning closer. I let him. Let him believe he’d won. And then my hands lit with pure silver light, claws forming at the tips of my fingers. Before he could react, I drove my hand into his chest and ripped his heart out. The body before me convulsed, shifting violently as it fell backward. With a loud scream, Agatha’s true form was revealed, crumpling to the ground. Her crimson hair spilled across the stone, her once-beautiful old face twisted in rage and disbelief.

I screamed. Footsteps started approaching us at a speed greater than that of a usual walk. "Eventually, you'll realize that you cannot escape your destiny," Agatha stated. Then she took out a pocket knife and unsheathed it. "What are you doing? Do you want to attack me with that?" I accused her again. On the contrary, Agatha smiled. "Break the seal. . ." She whispered. Then in a swift action, she slit her own throat. I gasped in shock.

Then after that, the ruined place instantly became desolate, with ghosts cowering in fear around the dark corners vanishing into nothingness through some sort of grey power. Just like that, Agatha Silver, a second-batched member immoral host who was already at level 6... was kidnapped. And unlike her sister's case, there were not even ghosts left as witnesses of this perplexing and mind-boggling event.

Agatha got up, then bowed her head, and hurriedly left Elena's room. Agatha took a deep breath. Last night, Elena asked her for biscuits and a glass of milk for breakfast this morning. But now, she rejected it and said didn't want sweets for her breakfast. “Hah … it's okay Agatha, it's okay.” Agatha tried to calm herself and not get emotional. Agatha Candice, better known as Agatha, was an omega werewolf from Moon Stone Pack, working as a slave in Raymond's house, an alpha and Elena's father. She has a pretty face that was quite similar to Elena that made her a target of bullying by that girl.

He stood for a minute looking down at her beautiful face then opened the small book she had given him, ‘Left in despair Promises broken Forget and forgive Never a truer word spoken A body returned A lesson learned No more I can run My life here is done This rebel defeated Your circle again completed’ Gaston placed the book on Agathe chest folding her hands over it, tenderly he kissed her ice cold lips and then stepped back out of the circle. For a few minutes, nothing happened then a blinding white light enveloped Agathe’s body and she seemed to glow with a blue light, slowly hardly believing what he saw he watched her get to her feet. She turned to look at him one last time a soft smile on

Are you being serious right now? He slaughtered those men like they were nothing, and yet… I wasn’t even scared. I was mesmerized. Those tattoos—detailed, intricate, like paintings. And one in particular—it looked familiar. But where had I seen it before? Ugh. Add that to my ever-growing list of “figure out later.” For now, I need to get somewhere safe. Somewhere I can breathe, process, think about the absolute disaster my world has become. Agatha isn’t really my sister. She’s a princess and apparently the key to some grand scheme.

“She is…indeed.” You are so tiny, and yet you almost drained me to death. But do I regret it? No. never. You are my first gift in this messed up life that I have. Thank you for coming to me, my love. The nuns sat beside Agatha, watching with love as the new member’s cries came to a stop while she filled her hungry stomach, making Agatha grow weaker but she didn’t care. Anything for her baby.