City Of Agartha Novels & Stories

"The Lycan City is humongous! It has over fifty developed packs in it with skyscrapers and huge bridges, lights that illuminate brighter like the stars, and even when it's dark you can't tell... Most times," I tell her. she sighed visibly "Haven't you been to the city before, Agatha?" "No, at least not what I remember," I can tell that Agatha doesn't know a lot about herself, and I wonder why. "How old are you?" "I'm Thirty, I'm like ten years older than you," She giggled and I furrowed my eyebrows "How do you know my age?" "Amacus," I inwardly growled at that name. Agatha made me tell her more about the city and I was

That nameless man. Then visions of cities upon cities were displayed before her eyes. Then her life in the place called Agartha. All the happenings in there, the chasing of animals, the anger of the Aryan king, and the love they shared. The love they shared... Daeira gasped at such vision.

Agatha I had to flee my home. My father and Alpha Cassius and my mother and Luna Tabitha stayed behind with my brothers Jasper and Otis. They were fighting off the sorceress, who had been cursing many lands and enslaving them. The rumour of the witch had spread just as her dark energy had. Ophelia was coming for us all. She was cursing us all. There were no friends or foes.

25000 years ago... The little girl's eyes fluttered open from her deep slumber. Something had stirred her awake --- a strange warmth resonating inside of her, summoning her. The child of 2 years left her bed and in small tapping steps walked bare-footed in her long white robe across glistening marble-like floors to the large open terrace of her chamber where she could see the dark horizon waiting to burst into a dawn of light that would soon disperse the darkness around her. She stood in the middle of the terrace, overlooking as usual the dazzling splendor of the great city that welcomed her with a touch of the breeze fresh from the seas, her pure white hair swaying daintily with it. Reflect

“They’ve begun to rise. The seal weakens with every spell cast, every drop of blood spilled. Velkar’s army is the distraction. The true danger lies beneath.” Aria’s eyes narrowed. “Beneath what?” “The city,” Sera said. “The crypts. The ancient stones they built Eldara upon they weren’t just for show. They were a cage.” Kael’s hand tensed on the map. “And now the cage is breaking,” he murmured. Aria looked toward the center of the capital. “If Velkar opens the seal fully,” she said, “we won’t just be fighting him.” “We’ll be fighting the gods of the old world,” Sera whispered. “And they don’t forgive.”

Rowan: “Some of them. Shambhala is the oldest. Agartha is… complicated. Paititi belongs to different people now. El Dorado was never a city; it was a warning. But yes. The places the world decided were myths are where the ones who stayed behind keep watch.” He stands, walks to the window, and looks out at the football field like it’s an alien planet. Rowan (soft): “We didn’t abandon the world, Celeste. We just moved to the parts of it that mortals agreed to forget. Someone had to keep the lights on until the next heir was stupid enough to pick up the crown.”

Past that point, even keeping still might not save me. So I stayed in the shadows, watching as she slipped through the arch and disappeared. The palace swallowed her absence, the same way it did every night. My body learned to endure things my mind hated. Sometimes, rarely, I felt eyes on me, someone watching who wasn’t Lady Verya. A heavy presence I couldn’t read. Once, while dragging water near the council wing, I looked up and saw Alpha Agora watching from across the courtyard. Not openly, almost like he was looking through me. I

"I've never seen a fountain as large as this!" Heyli was awake when they drove through the arched gates. The first thing that caught her eyes was a really massive gargoyle pouring out water from its spout onto the large fountain downwards. The fountain was carved to look like a Lycan wolf. It stood tall, snarling with fierceness in its eyes. The city was an epitome of perfection. Filled with riches. The walls told the tales. The marble floors told the tales. A lot of cars were starting to park in the parking sections.

They understood that the path ahead would be filled with challenges and unforeseen obstacles, but they were ready to face them head-on, armed with the power of the Heartstone and the unwavering support of their community. Emeridia awaited its destiny, a city on the brink of transformation. Aric and Kaida were determined to shape that destiny, weaving the threads of harmony, innovation, and boundless possibilities into the very fabric of their beloved city. As they returned to Emeridia, they carried with them the weight of their adventure and the hope of a brighter future, ready to embark on the next phase of their extraordinary journey.

Archer has hardly said a word on the trip so far, he's been on his phone taking multiple calls and I can only imagine how demanding his position was as an alpha. I admired his strength and his concern towards his pack members and I could already see why he was overprotective about anything related to them. Even me his mate!! It wasn't his fault I was from an enemy pack and I didn't want to keep judging him too, I trust the moon goddess to handle everything! As I continued to hum quietly, time passed and soon enough I lost myself to the melody of the song as I dozed off. I woke up when the bright light from the city entered my eyes and sure enough, we were inside the deepest part of the city.