Earth Altar Novels & Stories

“You think the gods would put us here for a gory bloodbath. That’s unethical to their standards. “Beyond the Outer Wall is the Yellow Zone. That’s the place with the yellow sky. In this world, death here is what we call, recall.” He air-quoted that last word. “Meaning, if you died there, you’ll be magically returned to our world in the exact time and place the moment before you met your god.” “Oh, no,” I gasped with cold sweat.

"You will find out soon, Amaya, don't worry! Ivy and I will take care of you." "Thank you, Leon!" We walked for another thirty minutes before he came to a halt. I know we were out of our pack's territory but didn't say anything. "Here! Look!" he said, and I froze in my place. There was a lake, but its water was different; it was purple. Dark blue flowers were everywhere, making this place look surreal. "Wow!" was all I could say. "Do you like it? It is said that this was the place where one of the first gods' daughters fell in love with a human. The War God killed her after she..."

And in the dirt of a schoolyard that hadn’t had electricity in years, they saw it: A stone shaped like a flame. James bent to pick it up. It was warm. Alive. The fire on his palm surged, and the blueprint glowed brighter than ever. Eliora stepped back, tears in her eyes. “This… this is the next altar,” she whispered. A place forgotten by governments, ignored by movements, untouched by ambition. And yet—chosen. They called it the Ember Ground. No stage. No microphones. Just worship, intercession, teaching under tarpaulin, with candlelight.

"Did you hear that? Bring a new blank scroll! Test it in front of everyone!" The Director looked to the Emperor. Seeing the Emperor nod slightly, he withdrew an unwritten scroll from the box he carried. Every eye in the hall focused on Cordelia.

Without another word, he took off down a tunnel. The rest of the warriors followed; we came to a large room. In the middle stood a huge statue of Alpha Karn. Alpha Draven sniffed the air once again. Without warning, he took off down another tunnel. We all followed trying to keep up. We reached a huge door made of steel. Alpha Draven sniffed underneath it. Without warning, he threw himself against the door. His Alpha strength allowing him to bend the door. When it finally crashed to the ground, the sight inside made me want to be sick. Aura was tied to the bed nude, her body lifeless.

Only that he did. Heart thundering, he stalked into his war chamber. Castor found him there, standing over the ancient mirror embedded in the floor—a relic passed down by the Alpha Kings, able to show visions when blood was offered. Darian didn’t hesitate. He sliced his palm open with his claw, letting his blood sizzle against the silver runes. “Show me,” he growled. “Show me the one who is mine.” The mirror rippled like disturbed water. Shadows danced across the surface, then cleared.

"This is the Veiled Altar. The final rite of reclamation must be performed here. Once complete, the sanctuary will be bound to your will." Arla-Rosa stepped into the circle. As her foot touched the first carved phoenix ring, the floor lit up in a warm, gold-red glow. Glyphs emerged in the air, forming a halo around her. The altar responded with a low hum. "What do I do?" she whispered.

A door of black stone awaited them — smooth, seamless, unmarked. Seraphine raised a hand to it. It pulsed beneath her skin. Alive. And then, without warning, it split open — not with hinges, but like a wound tearing through time. Inside: a room carved into the earth itself. The walls shimmered with runes in a language she couldn’t read. And in the center, an altar. Riven’s jaw tensed. “This… shouldn’t exist.” “What is it?” she asked, stepping slowly inside. He approached the altar, brushing away dust. “It’s a binding site. A place of sacred oaths.”

The screams of the beast echoed behind them, but they didn’t stop not when the earth shook, not when fire lit the sky. When they finally reached the river bend, the water was black, still, reflecting the blood moon like an eye staring back. A stone circle jutted out at the bank’s ancient curve, covered in moss and faintly pulsing with red veins, the altar. Sarah stepped forward first. Her hand hovered over the stone. The talisman at her neck flared again, pulling itself free and landing on the altar with a soft thud. A grinding noise followed. The earth split again not violently this time, but purposefully revealing a stairway leading beneath the altar.

I questioned, my hand instinctively pulling Aelia close. The Heir resonates with the Earth like no other living being. We require regular, supervised sessions with the Heir to train our elementalists to hear the Earth's true song. She will be the only guarantee that the Alliance never again sacrifices the planet for power. The balance rests with her purity.