Romans & histoires Echoes From Agartha

The mother unit glowed amber, the ground shook, and the guardians returned to the walls, leaving the room empty. A vertical crack opened in the floor, releasing amber mist that formed a humanoid figure in old-fashioned armor, holding a staff with closed eyes. His panel opened. [ Echo Detected ] He read the word twice. It was not a ghost or a projection. It was an echo. The figure moved its lips silently, sending a clear message, and concentrated on the words. "...anchor... bearer... trial... survive..." Then, the figure disappeared, and the mist sank into the floor, leaving no trace.

I said, sliding off the bench and joining him at the dais while my legs wobbled like a newborn fawn's. I brushed the dust off the surface of the stone and found a series of interlocking runes that matched the ones in my mother’s grimoire, and as I placed my hand on the center, a spark of my remaining magic jumped from my skin to the stone. The blue torches flared bright enough to make me squint, and a shimmering, translucent figure began to rise from the dais, the light knitting together to form the shape of a man in ancient armor whose face was etched with a deep, permanent exhaustion. "It’s an Echo, a recorded memory left behind to guide whoever found this place after the order fell," I wh

Sarah screamed as a burst of crimson light erupted from the ground beyond the ridge. They turned toward it, toward the source. John gasped, clutching his head. The spirits wailed in chorus. David watched, smiling. “It’s happening. You’ve opened the gate.” Sarah held John upright. “Don’t let her in.” The woman lifted a hand. The Echoes moved again this time not in rage, but reverence. They bowed before her. Callen’s face drained of color. “She’s... claiming them.” “No,” John whispered. “They’re not hers to command.”

"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.

"Maybe you're overthinking this, Mike. You know people do have doppelgangers, and what if you meeting her is just a mere coincidence? I really don't think you need bother yourself with this. She may look like May, and also bear the same name as her, but you must know that she isn't our May. May is—" "I know, Alicia." Mike calmly interrupted her. "I know she's gone and she's never coming back. There's no way she must have magically returned to earth because this isn't a fantasy book or a movie." He smiled sadly. "What was I even thinking? I didn't go to London because of this."