Echoes From Agartha Novels & Stories

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.

She shouldn't have sent out so many troops, and now she regretted it. "Hey, little sister, do you understand what this is?" Agatha quickly drew a blackish stone from her pocket. It appeared ordinary, but Aria's spirit was scared out of her when she saw it. "Void Crystal of Annihilation?" "Run!" Agatha slammed it down. Boom... A loud noise was heard. The entire universe, including heaven and earth, seemed devoid of sound and light.

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It began with a whisper. Not from lips or wind, but from the ground itself. The Echofields trembled softly beneath the feet of Ari and her companions, the still water rippling with symbols that rearranged themselves faster than the eye could follow. Each sigil carried a question, and each reflection pulsed as if waiting to be understood.

But the gate remained open, and from its edge, more voices began to echo downward. The figures stepped through—not demons, not gods, but echoes of Elthara herself, from timelines that had never reached their end. Some bore wings of glass. Others carried blades carved from regret. They did not speak. They stood in silent witness as the presence approached. Her presence. The one who had lit the first flame not to warm—but to warn.

The voice sounded painfully familiar, and an impending sense of dread gripped me. "Oh, fuck! Have I told you how sweeter you are than Zina?" Xaden's voice reached my ears, and I found myself frozen in place. Bile rose up my throat, and soon, the office echoed with loud moans and impassioned grunts that I couldn't escape. My wolf asked me to turn back, in order to keep my pup growing in my womb safe,but I refused. There are risks worth taking,right? I took three deep breaths and flung the door open.

Isabella murmured, her hand instinctively reaching for the dagger at her side. Alexander nodded, his eyes scanning the darkness. “Stay close.” A shadowy figure emerged from the trees, and Clara’s voice rang out, filled with panic. “Stay back!” “Clara!” Alexander called, stepping forward. Yet Clara raised the shining crystal, its brightness flickering dramatically. “Stay right where you are.” "I truly mean it." Her eyes were filled with terror, and her hands shook as she grasped the crystal. “Clara, it’s us here,” Isabella said softly. "We are here to assist."

"Mom what's going on?" Weirdly, she heard the sound of her voice but it was all she could hear. "Mira!" Agatha cried. She also heard her mother, but her voice was faint and low, like a whisper in a distance, barely audible. "He-..." Agatha didn't finish the word as the shadows gather beside her and solidified: red vicious eyes, claws sharp as a knife, and long slithered body. A Reaper.