Earth Altar Novels & Stories

Clara squeezed my hand slightly. I think she was trying to ground me. Or maybe she needed grounding too. Daniel was standing near the wall now, arms folded but tense. His eyes never left me. Maya stood slightly apart from him, her expression unreadable, but sharper than before. Focused. Like she was connecting everything in real time. “Just breathe,” Clara whispered. I nodded slightly. But breathing didn’t feel like something I was doing normally anymore. It felt like something I had to remember how to do.

As Uncle Christian opens his mouth to retaliate, Aunt Trixie gives a strong tug and begins to pull him and Celia away. I wait as they disappear around a corner before turning my attention back to Aera, but when he prepares to speak, I lift a finger and place it against my lips. "Not here," I whisper, knowing that Celia could still hear us with alpha abilities. "Come on." Not waiting for a response, I grab Aera’s wrist and begin to pull him in the opposite direction the others had gone and continue to move until I reach the temple's back garden.

I've done so much shouting in one day. "So," I began. "Aren't you gonna tell me something like 'bring me to your leader, earthling', or stuff like that?" I don't think it would be too bad to go out this way. At least I died knowing that aliens DO exist. Or if I somehow, miraculously survive this odd encounter, I would take my father's advice and finally go to therapy. I raise my middle finger to all the flat-earthers that believe the earth is flat and we´re the only intellectual beings to exist.

He backhanded her so hard she fell to the ground. "Get off me, you slut! If you weren't so greedy and materialistic, I never would have embezzled anything! This is all your fault!" "Stop fighting! Let go of my son!" Evelyn shrieked as she threw herself into the fray. I stood at the top of the steps, silently watching them tear each other apart, screaming and cursing. These were the people who had pushed me to the brink and gotten me killed in my past life. And now, at the bottom of the abyss of their own despair, they were dragging each other into hell.

"The Keeper of the Moon." Celestia gasped. "I thought that title was symbolic." "It was," the Goddess replied. "Until today." She looked toward the cracked moon. "It no longer is." The valley suddenly trembled as a beam of moonlight descended from the heavens. At its center appeared an ancient stone altar carved from crystal. None of them had seen it before; it had not existed until now. Silver runes glowed along its surface as the Elder Wolf immediately recognized them. "The Altar of Inheritance," he whispered. "I thought it had been destroyed."

"The Heart of the Moon is a crossroads, an intersection of planetary ley lines," Sama Arthur explained, her words slicing with precision as she read the glimmering patterns on the shattered ground. "It's not a refuge; it's an altar, a living one. The witches are going to burn Leiran there, to fulfill the 'World Ender' prophecy."

The guests were too mesmerized by my ring bearer to even notice what was going on on the altar. “Lola, what’s going on? I don’t understand.” “Of course, you don’t. When have you ever understood anything other than sticking your penis into holes?” And right there, by the altar, she took both rings from Kaleb and dumped them on my hand. The ring box had a paper under but that wasn’t my priority now. “Have a wonderful day with your family instead.” She said and took off. It was then that the guests noticed what was going on.

"You were watching?" "I don't need the Morningstar to watch the earth, child," Alistair said, finally turning to face them. His eyes were kind, but they held the crushing weight of a century. "The earth speaks in vibrations. When you broke the ring, the copper veins sang. I felt it in my marrow." The True Covenant Alistair led them to a central chamber where a massive, rotating brass sphere represented the Earth. It wasn't a map of political borders, but a map of raw energy—the "Forbidden" Peace Initiative.

My heart leapt into my throat as I stumbled back, Ethan’s arm steadying me as the tremors grew stronger. “What’s happening?” I gasped, my voice rising in panic as the ground cracked open at the center of the clearing, right where the altar stood. The earth split apart with a deafening roar, and from the depths of the fissure, something began to rise. A dark, pulsing light emanated from the rift, growing stronger with each passing second. The air crackled with energy, thick and oppressive, as the ground heaved beneath our feet. I watched in horror as a long-buried artifact, an object of immense and terrifying power, emerged from the earth.

Carved into the stone as if by invisible hands. Lines and curves that seemed to move in the dancing light. "It's a map," Kael breathed. He was right. The symbols formed a clear pattern. A route through terrain I recognized. "The Cursed Lands," I said. "Where does it lead?" Elara asked. I traced the lines with my finger. Follow them to their destination. "There. That symbol." It was different from the others. More elaborate. Ancient. "What is it?" Kael asked. "An altar," Elara said softly. "I can feel it through the magic. It's... old. Powerful."