Echoes From Agartha Novels & Stories

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.

Each flame burned green. His voice chanted in a tongue not heard for centuries, the words pulling at the threads of the night, bending it inward. A cold wind began to blow, circling him. The trees bent toward the ritual. The forest listened. Smoke began to seep from the cracks in the earth. At first, it was a trickle. Then it became a geyser. One by one, figures began to appear—cloaked in black from head to toe, faces hidden. The smoke swirled around their feet. They appeared without sound, standing still, surrounding Tamar in a widening circle.

Pov: Jane Jansen I struggled to keep my eyes open through the pain as it engulfed me. He stood above me with a malicious smile on his face. My executioner. There was no pity in his cold unfeeling eyes and I stared into the cold empty dark orbs as he pulled the lever. The sound of the blade dropping was the last thing I heard while I swore vengeance on them. On all of them. Everything here was different from home. From the people to the smell to the exotic foods they had. It was an experience that made my heartbeat race, forcing adrenaline to run free across my lithe body. Tonya was glad to have me and she showed me around.

"Killian has turned the entire Outskirts into a farm. Every man, woman, and child who once looked down on you is now a vessel for the Rot. They are the 'Echo' of your past, Elara. And they are dying because you exist." I felt the Absolute Frost surge in my marrow. The "Fraud" was gone, but the "Guilt" was a new kind of poison. I saw Mary, the girl who had given me a warm cloak three winters ago. She was staring at me with those silver pits, her mouth moving in a silent, agonizing chant. "What do you want?" Malachi stepped in front of me, his blue energy creating a wall of heat between us and the wagons. "State the terms or I will turn this 'Elder' into ash."

*Echoes* My pain My sorrow Reverts back at me Like a house Without a thing. I tried filling it up with Joy And love but darkness still painted them black. Maybe I'm not meant For this; I mean Happiness and Love isn't meant for me. Sadness Darkness Is where I belong and maybe suicide would be the end of me. My thoughts are blank My thinking is blocked Echoes of my empty cobwebbed mind is all I hear. *©Gemini Pride*

Suddenly there was a hasty commotion at the guest house reception, they all came out from the room and were surprised to saw the two most outstanding and handsome men with demonic features standing there facing each other. Though, Liam left early but how can he beat Armaan. Both were carrying a cold aura and undefined emotions in their eyes, which of course they can only understand. Till now nobody has uttered a single word but the smell of gunpowder in the air was obvious enough to freeze anyone. They all were stunned and surprised, no actually shocked.

Yet, standing right in front of him was a woman that presumably had equal potential as Skylar. 'How scary,' Rogart thought to himself. "I expected more from an envoy from the Godly Region. It looks like you're nothing special." Agatha mocked Rogart. Just as Rogart was stuck in his thoughts, Agatha raised her hand again and went in for a second attack. "So arrogant!" Rogart snarled. Then, he activated his fairy soul and met Agatha's attack mid-air. … On the other side of the world, at the base of Qingcheng Mountain.

Agatha wanted me to cleanse my mind and soul from any worries and let the coven take over my senses. My breathing hitched, ready to bolt out of here to reveal myself if he chanted those words back, only for me to remember it was Alastor there. Whatever he would repeat would not happen to me, as our bodies were not linked. But he didn’t even utter a single word. The whips kept coming everywhere in my body except my head. “Iterum!” Agatha said. "Obscurae spiritus, audi orationem meam. Emitte mentem meam, purga animam, et solve sollicitudinem meam. Sit super corpus meum.”

Arthur felt himself being pulled into a vortex, the world around him blurring. When his vision cleared, Arthur found himself standing in a lush forest, surrounded by towering trees and the soft chirping of birds. A figure approached him. It was none other than Agatha, the last leader of the Protectors. Her piercing green eyes locked onto his, and Arthur felt the familiar tug of the mate bond. As they spent more time together, Arthur relived the memories he had forgotten. He saw their passionate nights, their laughter, and their joy. But he also witnessed Agatha's growing unease, her fear for their future, and her ultimate decision to erase his memory and send their daughter away.

Maybe it can find redemption. The doppelganger's gaze lingered on mine. "Thank you," it whispered. As the darkness dissipated, its form shifted. No longer a twisted mirror image. But a being with its own identity. "Name yourself," Amara said. "I am Echo," it replied. Echo's eyes locked onto mine. "I'll prove myself," it vowed. Amara nodded. "Prove it by helping us defeat Erebus." Echo agreed. Together, we left the island. Our unlikely alliance forged.