Earth Altar Novels & Stories

By the time Shahira returned from Earthen Pack, we had everything except the Heart of the Mountain. "I got it," she said, exhausted but triumphant. She held up a stone that pulsed with deep, earthen power. "Alpha Terra performed the ritual with me. We honored the earth spirits, asked permission, received their blessing. This is freely given, with their knowledge of what we're attempting." "What did you have to promise in return?"

The walls wept, black ichor trickling down as if to mourn her arrival, or to beg her to turn back. She did not. At the city’s heart, beneath a sky that did not dare to move, stood the Spiral Altar—a wound cut into the bones of the world, ringed in flame that was not fire, but remembrance. Sirelia climbed alone. The army watched, held in the thrall of what could not be stopped. At the top, she bled from her palms, drawing runes in her own blood, the last chain binding her to the world. She raised her arms to the city, to the altar, to whatever ancient god still slept below.

"The reality concealed within your veins." "What reality?" I insisted, striving to stand up. He moved nearer, the flames in his eyes glowing more intensely. "You are tied to this, Daisy." To the bygone era. For my part. "You cannot avoid it." The earth trembled fiercely, causing the fissures to expand and divide the altar in half. A shadowy, swirling force burst from the crack, twisting upwards into the heavens. “What is going on?” Dahlia yelled, gripping my arm tightly. Kai yanked us away, his expression hard and serious. "The altar is now activated." "Anything that was confined here is now escaping."

"I hope the heavens give you a befitting punishment for your sins and keep you away from my brother in your next life.” With that, he raised the spear, ready to strike the final blow when a rumble of thunder boomed through the air, shaking the ground beneath their feet. The earth itself seemed to tremble and shudder, and Alaric's eyes widened in surprise as a brilliant flash of lightning illuminated the dark sky. As it receded, Alaric's face contorted in rage when he recognized the deity standing before them. The Earth Spirit.

“If we can sever its hold on Eldoria, we may be able to bring peace back to our home.” Our resolve steeled, we continued our journey until we stumbled upon a clearing, encircled by massive stones that shimmered faintly in the sunlight. In the center stood an altar, its surface etched with ancient runes glowing softly, almost as if it were alive. “What is this place?” I wondered aloud, stepping closer to inspect the altar. “It feels... sacred.” Althea followed my lead, lightly brushing her fingers across the carvings. “I’ve heard stories of such altars,” she mused, her eyes glimmering with curiosity. “Said to be places of power where the forces of light and darkness have clashed in ages past.

“Who are you?” “I am the price you left unpaid.” The altar cracked with a thunderous roar as the shadows around him condensed, forming armor made of obsidian magic. The runes flared blindingly, and something ancient began to stir beneath the chamber floor—a rumble like a beast chained in the earth itself. Kael and Dain finally broke through the barrier, just as the ground splintered open behind Elara. “Elara, move!” Kael shouted, grabbing her arm as the floor gave way.

I need you to anchor me my earth. ‘Ok, we are going to go in depth onto this new revelation, but I can feel right now is not the right moment. I’m here. I got you.’ “Terra mater, te in terram animam spirantem sentio, quae amisisti et reduc ad umbracula retro et extra.” The ground starts to shake and the once fallen trees start to come back upright, as if we were watching the destruction in rewind. Ares pulls be back against him, protecting me. After everything its back in its original place, I noticed everything still looked devoid of life, and so I tapped on Ares’ hands signaling for him to release me, and with a skeptical look in his face he does. “Flora, we apologize for the damage caused

It is not in any of them. There is one of them that does not open, so I shout her name again, tearing my voice. -Azael?- cries a desperate voice. It's her. It's Lailah. All right, she's alive. A wave of hope runs through my body. -Azael is that you? -sell again. -Lailah I'm going to get you out of here!- I scream to try to calm her down. I hit the door with my foot, but it shows that it is resistant, I try again, but it is impossible. I shot the knob and it was finally ajar.

Whoever built that place must be shockingly talented. They tracked their way back and turned to another path before they came across a giant altar. Darryl gasped out in fright when he saw the huge altar—it had a few trap formations. Those kinds of formation could be considered high-level formations; they would not be able to come out once they went into it, not even when they were dead. The most shocking thing about the altar was the throne in the middle. It was carved from a pure-black stone, and someone was sitting on it quietly.

It was a harsh, blinding, grey-white glare. Elara stepped out onto the surface of the Earth. The wind was howling, carrying the scent of salt and dust. But as she looked at the horizon, she didn't see just ash. She saw a single, stunted Green Sprout pushing through the rusted iron dirt. And standing next to the sprout was a figure in a tattered, white lab coat. He was holding a Physical Golden Whistle. It was the First Alpha. But his eyes weren't white-null. They were red—not from code, but from Crying.