Echoes From Agartha の小説・ストーリー

, cried by the group of wolves. “Aleeeeeeeeey”, shouted by the tribe of reptiles. “Ayhoooo, Ayhoooo, Ayhooo”, chanted by the elves. Then different chants followed. The golden city radiates all over Agartha. Each one who came there regain their strength back. Everyone was rejoicing, singing and dancing. While the crowd was in great celebration. Kris noticed the woman from the fairy tribe who looked so anxious. She tried to read her mind but she couldn’t. So, she asked for help.

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.

the goddess echoed in the wind towards us. “Damn it, Lambert, run!” I growled, urging him to accelerate. Then, we heard a scream: “I won't let them be trapped there!” Sophie's voice roared with difficulty. “If you keep this up, you'll die,” Elara's voice warned us. Wolf howls echoed from outside the rift. “YOU WILL REGRET BETRAYING US ONCE AGAIN, AGATHA!” a wolf we didn't recognize roared. “Damn it, she's in danger, let's go!” I snarled, staggering a bit.

All I could think was this is it. And then, through the haze, I heard the smallest sound — a soft, frightened voice. “Mommy?” My daughter was standing in the doorway, wide-eyed, frozen. I tried to speak, but no sound came out — just a rasp, a whisper of her name. It was barely audible, but it was enough. He turned his head toward her, just for a second — and that second saved my life.

She was curled on the ground, consciousness too fragmented to stand, desperately trying to integrate with collective that couldn't accept her damage. Damian knelt beside her, and I heard him speaking through his audio feed: "Hey. I know you. You're Elara's other self. The one who escaped Geneva before. You can escape again. Come with me. Let me help you." E-2's voice was barely coherent: "Can't escape. Need to connect. Need to be part of collective. Alone is... alone is breaking me. Everything is fragments without connection."

Recognition. Like he already knew what he would see. Lena slowly moved her hand away from the leather band. The golden glow underneath brightened immediately. Someone in the crowd whispered. “Echo.” The word spread quickly. Echo. Lena’s stomach dropped. That was impossible. Echo bearers were myths. Stories used to scare children. Creatures who could steal emotions. Memories. Power. Dangerous enough to destroy entire packs. “They were wiped out,” someone muttered. Kai didn’t look away from her wrist.

I thought, approaching the front door when I suddenly heard chanting from the outhouse opposite Lakewood. And as I came closer, the chanting became clearer and more audible to listen to. I arrived at the door and placed my ears on it; I wanted to listen to what was happening when one of the girls from the party came. "What are you doing here?". The girl spoke in an audible voice. Loud enough for Jackson and Melvin to stop whatever they were doing and come out to see what was happening.. I was caught and Jackson wasn't too pleased. "Agatha, what are you doing here?".