Earth Altar Novels & Stories

• Children painted with spirals, walking into the mouth of a god. • And finally, a gate carved from bone and bark, guarded by seven figures in masks. In the center of the chamber stood an altar grown from living wood. It writhed faintly, its surface breathing as if in sleep. Elias approached it carefully. “There’s something beneath,” he murmured. Clara joined him, placing a hand on the wood. Her fingers burned slightly at the touch, but she didn’t withdraw. The altar shuddered. Then it began to split open—not cracked, but parted, like flesh—and from within rose a narrow spiral staircase made of dark root and silver bone, twisting downward into an abyss that smelled of fire and flowers.

And the woods obeyed. Trees parted where they shouldn’t. Stones glowed faintly as she passed, moss curling away from their surfaces. Fiona didn’t question it—she didn’t have the energy to fight what called her. Not after everything. Not after him. The ground changed beneath her feet—damp earth giving way to old stone steps, half-swallowed by roots and time. Then she saw it. The altar. Half-crushed beneath a fallen tree, surrounded by thorns, it pulsed faintly in the lightless clearing. Not golden. Not white. But something older. Moonlight that had never seen a sky.

Somewhere, far below, the old world screamed—and the new one waited, breathless. Elthara crawled to her knees, her breath ragged and shallow, her eyes blurred by tears she didn’t remember summoning. She clutched her chest where the Spiral pulsed, smaller now but alive, its rhythm syncing not with prophecy—but with her. The twin names still floated above the altar, flickering like dying stars. She stared at them. She had carried them so far, worn them so long. But now, they felt like ash on her tongue. She would not speak them. Not yet. Not like this.

“Fine. But don’t expect me to bury you.” Mason gave a small, crooked smile. “She’s starting to like you.” I almost laughed , almost. “That’s what that was?” “Trust me,” he said. “That’s the closest she gets.” We moved deeper into the ruin. The air grew warmer, the stones slick beneath our boots. At the center stood an altar , cracked, half-sunk into the earth. Runes spiraled across its surface in looping, endless lines. When I reached out, Mason stopped me. “Maybe don’t touch this one.”

Her mother was unconscious. And then, she felt a weight in her pocket. She reached in and pulled out the bone-white key. It was no longer glowing gold. It was turning into a heavy, black iron. "If you want her back," Vane said, looking into the pit, "we have to go where the power began. Not the Seventh Circle. Not the Eighth." "Then where?" Elara asked, her eyes turning a cold, dark iron. "The Ninth," Vane said. "The center of the Earth. Where the only way to survive is to become a demon without a soul."

I grabbed Elara by the neck and dragged her toward the hidden passage. "The Cathedral is five miles underground, Ethan," Elara rasped, even as I choked her. "You’ll never make it through the gauntlet. The First Alpha is waiting." "He can wait," I said. I kicked the hidden door open. A long, dark tunnel stretched into the earth. At the end of it, a red light pulsed like a heartbeat. "What is the ritual?" I asked. Elara didn't answer. She just laughed. A wet, hollow sound.

We failed. Mula sa panghihinayang at pagkatalong naramdaman ko ay tila bumalik sa isang iglap ang lahat ng pag-asa sa puso ko nang makita ang isang parang malawak na farm. Katulad na katulad ito sa mga farm sa Earth noon na nakikita ko sa mga libro. Malawak, berde, at maraming makukulay na mga bulaklak. Medyo malakas ang hangin kaya naman parang nagsasayawan ang mga bulaklak sa paligid. Maging ang makukulay na mga puno ay tila umiindayog at sumasayaw sa hangin. May nakita rin akong isang hilera ng mga tanim na mais, ngunit ang pinagkaiba nito sa Earth ay kulay rainbow ito.

My greatest prayer was for the Moon goddess to Redeem my pack from the hands of that tyrant Alpha and she did. One fateful night, my mum, dad and I were having dinner when a letter came in from someone I don’t know till this day. No body knew how the letter got in, the guard claimed he just saw it at the castle gate and it was addressed to my father, the Alpha. The letter contained a detail attack plan of our enemy Alpha. It also had a note stating that he planned on ambushing our pack at midnight in order to have us all killed so he can take our land and rule over our subjects at Alpha.

As long as Sebastian got to the Thornes first, it would be almost impossible for the Tamworths to try to do anything to him. "That might be so, but as far as I know, there are only four locations of delivery from the altar in Draepolis to the Holy Grandia," Dudley said, looking very serious. "Oh? Are there other altars?" Sebastian asked, frowning. Sebastian had never seen any altar like it in any other place in Dramon, even after so many years. Dudley nodded slightly and said, "Of course. However, I only know the one in Draepolis and the one outside Cloudsoar City.

Aurora asks excitedly as she gets closer to the table and can see the detailed, three-dimensional map of our realm. “Yes, this is the realm of Earthera,” I inform her. “This particular map was made by one of Adelaide’s ancestors and it updates itself depending on changes to borders, or landmasses, or anything really.” “Wow. I didn’t realize it was so big,” she says, looking at the map with interest. “Where are we?” “Dema Mortem takes up the northeastern part of the east continent, and Dema City lies between all those snowy mountains.” I point out the capital city resting in a large valley.