Echoes From Agartha Novels & Stories

"Oh Shit!! It's an echo… This son-of-a-bitch is calling for others…" They ran toward the beast to take him down. Agenor seemed to be the most desperate out of all. However the beast was too quick. He kept dodging and deflecting their strikes while releasing the echo. Agenor, Falco and Nakiya tried to silently approach the beast to take him down as fast as they could until they heard a familiar sound. ~clank ~clank All of sudden their feet halted. They all turned their necks and saw Colt banging the tip of his lance onto a rock 30 meters away.

Her mouth opened, her eyes lit up, amazed at what she was currently seeing. “Wah!” She found a beautiful hot spring filled with rocks and shady trees surrounding it. Without hesitation, Agatha walked straight over and began to take off her clothes. She brought her steps into the hot spring slowly. “Ah, so fresh!” Agatha's smile broadened. Her mood was now completely better. She could feel her body relax as she soaked in the hot springs. She closed her eyes, trying to enjoy every bit of water that gently touched her skin. However, for some reason she suddenly felt bad. Agatha felt like she was being watched by someone from a distance. She finally opened her eyes and looked around. And sure en

She held Erevan upright, her cheek pressed to his hair, breathing hard through the terror. “I’ve got you,” she whispered. “I’ve got you, I’ve got you—” His fingers twitched in her grip, the faintest sign of consciousness. “Aria…” he breathed, voice paper-thin, “don’t… stop…” “I won’t,” she promised, tears slipping down her cheek as she ran. But the Echo was gaining. Its presence spread behind them like a stain—cold, pulsing, ancient. It moved without footsteps, without form, a gathering of all the balance the realms once relied on, now twisted into hunger.

💦Chapter one 💦 Sage’s tongue moved with devastating precision between Elena Voss’s thighs. The famous actress gripped the edge of the rehearsal bed, her back arching as pleasure surged through her body. A sharp cry escaped her lips when Sage sucked firmly on her clit while thrusting two fingers deep inside her. “God… yes,” Elena gasped, her voice trembling. This was only their third rehearsal session, yet her body already responded to Sage with frightening intensity.

The twin staggers, its hymn faltering, its shadow-blade dimming. Theryn stumbles, their aura flickering, their voice soft. “Zynara’s here… I feel her.” An echo of Zynara materializes, her black-star eyes soft, her human spark glowing. “Theryn… you freed me,” she whispers, her form fading, her hymn soothing the vault’s chaos. Theryn’s light-blade glows, their voice resolute. “For Veyra, for you—rest.” Zynara’s echo dissolves, her spark merging with the Veil, strengthening my hymn. Kael faces an echo of Dren, its void-blade taunting. “You betrayed us, Kael!” Kael’s aura flares, his void-blade striking true, shattering the echo, his voice gruff. “I chose Aelys.” His loyalty burns, a spark in th

“There is one way. But if you open the gate, you will draw attention you cannot face alone.” “She’s already facing it alone.” He closed his eyes for a moment. When he opened them, resolve settled in. “Then prepare yourself.” He brought me to the far side of the stronghold, where an old stone archway stood half-buried in roots. The runes carved into it flickered weakly, like dying embers. “This is the Gate of Echoes,” Silas said. “Built by the first wolves. Forgotten by the rest.” I felt the hum before I even stepped forward. The runes reacted to my presence—flaring once, then tightening like a heartbeat.

Mike's expression faltered, and he looked away, his eyes scanning the room as if searching for an escape. May's words struck a chord, and Mike felt his emotions simmering just below the surface. "I'm sorry," Mike muttered, his voice strained. "It's just...you look so much like someone I used to know." May's eyes filled with compassion, and she leaned forward, her voice filled with empathy. "Who was she?" May asked, her question hanging in the air like a challenge. Mike's eyes snapped back to hers, and for a moment, they just stared at each other, the tension between them palpable.

He was the one who had burned our bridge. Bored out of my mind, I sat back down and pulled out my phone. It was my daughter's first day at kindergarten. I was worried about how she was handling it. Right then, the door swung open. I looked up to see a pair of familiar yet dull eyes. They lit up the moment they found me. It'd been a full five years since we last met. Shawn approached with a tense smile. "Scarlett, long time no see." I smiled back but kept my distance. "Long time."

Then I saw her. The woman from my vision. The one with my face. The one who led wolves with wings. She stepped forward. And smiled. “You’re close,” she said. “But not whole.” “Who are you?” I asked. “I’m the echo,” she said. “The first. And if you survive, the last.” I woke with a gasp. Zara caught me before I hit the ground.The runes in the field glowed.She stared at me, eyes wide. “They’ve never done that before.”

The air smelled of rain and something older, something sacred. After an hour, the forest opened into a wide valley. Mist drifted over the ground, and in the distance, a circle of stone pillars rose like teeth from the earth. The Valley of Echoes. Aria felt her power stir as they stepped into the clearing. The air hummed, carrying whispers she could not understand. She walked slowly to the center, her fingers brushing one of the stones. Suddenly, light rippled across the surface like water. A vision unfolded before her eyes — a woman standing beneath a full Moon, her face familiar and yet not.