Echoes From Agartha Novels & Stories

Until their attention went back to Ella when she answered Angel’s question earlier. “Yeah, from the end of the woods of the southeast border, there are five hundred yards to the certain shop where two wolf rogues we’re being abducted.” Ella answered Angel as she placed her hand over the nearest wounded wolf rogue and let her magic hold whatever that was spreading in their body. “And they had the same tranquilizers or different?” Mira asked her this time but Ella shook her head before sighing heavily. “Same but different dosage and the other thing that has been injected into them was silver and vervain.” Mira’s personal doctor in the mansion answered before Ella could and her name was Verona.

“Even the smallest gestures show your connection deepening.” Kane glanced at him, surprise in her eyes. “I feel it,” she admitted. “Like the land is… waiting. Watching. Testing me.” “That is the second stage beginning,” Aric said, his gaze focused ahead. “Echo. The land leaves imprints on everything. Those who can read them see not just the present but the traces of what was. The whispers of the past.” Kane’s stomach tightened. “So the Devourer… he leaves echoes too?”

Her expression was distant, almost sorrowful. Before I could blink, the image shifted again — the fountain shimmered, and I was pulled under. ⸻ I landed in darkness. A cold wind swept across an endless void, filled with shards of light that floated like broken glass. Each one flickered with fragments of scenes — cities burning, skies split by lightning, people screaming beneath the shadow of the apocalypse. In the center of it all stood Echo. Only now, she wasn’t a spirit. She was flesh and blood — armor cracked and torn, lightning arcing across her skin. Her eyes were the same silver-green as the storm.

The bullet tears through his chest-but the wound seals instantly, black veins knitting into a grotesque mimicry of his scars. "You'll have to do better," he purrs. The ground splits. A city erupts-a nightmare collage of stolen architectures: Gothic spires fused with neon slums, adobe huts grafted to glass skyscrapers. The streets writhe with Echoes, their faces flickering between loved ones and strangers. "Home sweet home," Eden says. "Let's play." --- **The Echoes' Gambit** They come in waves. A Lila with mercury eyes and a dagger of ice. A Kael with a crown of thorns and a rifle made of his own bones. A version of *me* with stormlit irises and a smile that drips venom.

Somehow, he knew it. It was him. But wrong. Elliot swore under his breath. Isla took a slow step forward, her knife raised, but the figure didn’t move. It simply stared. Then, without warning It spoke. “You’re running out of time.” Ethan’s pulse spiked. The voice wasn’t deep or distorted. It wasn’t monstrous. It was his own. A rush of memories crashed through him. Flashes of moments he’d never lived. Places he’d never been. A hallway. Endless and twisting.

Joanna was brought in, her condition shocking—her skin was as pale as paper, her eyes completely black, with black bloodstains around her lips. "Let's begin," the Shaman motioned for me to lie in the center of the runes. Just then, Scott suddenly took off his leather jacket and covered my eyes with it. "Don't look." His voice was surprisingly gentle. "It's going to hurt a lot." In the darkness, I felt his presence near. "I'll make it up to you... no matter what." The ritual began. Agony, like a thousand knives stabbing my body simultaneously, coursed through me. I heard my own screams, felt my body being torn apart from the inside. Blood flowed from my nose, ears, and eyes.

"I'll be the end of Echo. I'll stop her!" Tooth, Tessa, Damon, Jordan, and Silvia followed Aria to war. The went into Echo's lair, which was located in the middle of a cave. From what they could see, Ancestral drawings and magical paintings surrounded them. Immediately, Echo's voice could be heard, as it echoed throughout the cave. "Welcome, clowns." Immediately, Aria's magic suddenly began to heat up. "No! I won't be used. You can't manipulate me, again!"

The First Heir whispered only one word. “Echoes.” (Adrian’s POV) No. Not yet. She shouldn’t hear them yet. The Echoes only appear when the heir reaches critical fracture instability. And if the Echoes awaken fully— the previous lives begin bleeding together. (Aria’s POV) Memories slammed into me violently. Not one life. Many. Too many. Silver eyes. Different faces. Different names. But always the same ending. Love. An Alpha. Blood. Death. I fell to my knees screaming.

Far from Thalor’Ren, in the crumbling ruins of a Crescent outpost, a flickering flame danced unnaturally bright. A figure in a silver cloak stepped into the firelight. Their face was obscured by a mirrored mask, voice cold and sharp. “The Veins are sealed, but the Earth still remembers,” they whispered. Behind them, a gathering of cloaked figures knelt. “We are the Echo,” the masked one continued. “We are what remains. And we do not forget.” In the center of the circle, a shard of crystal pulsed faintly—one that hummed with a resonance not entirely sealed.

One beast approached the king and put a sharp claw to his neck that her eyes widened in greater shock this time. "Y-you did this. You killed all of us." GD said before his throat was ripped in two. "No! GD! No!" Daeira screamed in horrid tone of voice that it was almost like coming from hell while she thrashed wildly from the hold of those vile creatures. Let go! Let go!" Then everything turned red with the explosions and screams from massacred people continued around. The noises intensified from all over the place while she shivered so much watching the king on his downfall with his kingdom of Agartha.