City Of Agartha Novels & Stories

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

Celeste: “The Monastery. You said it’s in Shambhala.” Rowan’s mouth twitches (almost a smile). Rowan: “It is.” Celeste: “So the stories are true? All the lost cities (Agartha, Shambhala, Paititi, El Dorado); they’re real and that’s where the Monasteries are?” He exhales through his nose. Rowan: “Some of them. Shambhala is the oldest. Agartha is… complicated. Paititi belongs to different people now.

"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.

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.

The morning sun cast a golden glow over the Gaia clan’s camp as they prepared for their next journey. The air was filled with a sense of urgency, yet there was also a palpable excitement. They had just learned of a lost city that might hold crucial information about their new enemy. This city, long forgotten and shrouded in mystery, was said to be hidden deep within the Forbidden Forest. The legends spoke of ancient knowledge and powerful artifacts that could turn the tide in their favor.

A distant bell suddenly rang. Once. The endless pages overhead froze in midair. Then... every page turned toward the same direction. Something enormous was approaching. The ground trembled beneath Adrian's feet. Not with fear. With recognition. Far ahead... a city slowly emerged from the darkness. Its towers were built from giant books. Its bridges were woven from glowing sentences. Its rivers flowed with liquid silver ink. Above its gates, carved into black stone, were four ancient words. THE CITY OF FORGOTTEN AUTHORS.

The earth screamed beneath their feet, and the skies darkened with smoke. When the rivers turned red and the sun bled gold upon the thorns of the burned forests, Finvarra wept. In his grief, he drew his faithful into a sanctuary of living earth, a city hidden within roots and vines. This city became Aether, the green heart of the world. Acacia, her light dimmed by sorrow, gathered her daughters — Sorceresses, Witches, and mortals who still believed in her grace — and raised the radiant city of Astarte, veiled in crystal and magic wards.

Arth wouldn’t want Lord Ander to see his vulnerabilities just by a mere presence. “How do you find my city, Arth Aragon?” Lord Ander said as he walked and stopped beside Arth, viewing the structures below. Arth turned around to face the same direction. “It’s far from what I imagined.” “And what have you imagined it to be, then?” “I don’t know,” Arth shook his head, “I’ve never seen a demon city before.” “Now you have,” Lord Ander replied. “It took hundreds of years for me to establish a kingdom that separates our kinds from the land of the demons.”

Jace whispered, his eyes wide. Before us lay a sprawling metropolis of translucent spires and floating arches. It was beautiful, but it was the beauty of a tomb. There were no lights in the windows, no smoke from chimneys. It was a city of frozen glass, preserved in a pocket of time where the wind didn't blow and the sun never set. "This is the Aethelgard," Kaelen breathed, his voice full of academic awe. "The lost capital of the First Shifters. Legend said it was swallowed by the earth during the Great Cleansing, but it wasn't swallowed. It was exiled."