Novel Argantara Novels & Stories

Bintang asked while gently rocking Anta and Laras’s baby. Anta and Laras exchanged a look before Anta answered. “Bumi Antares Argawijaya,” Anta replied. “So you’re claiming the entire universe now. Why does your name have to be in the middle of your child’s name?” Langit teased, referring to the meaning of Anta’s name.

So wild and uninhibited Nobody was able to understand her however, she and her own sphere of joy—and, in some way, that's impressive. Unexpectedly, deep beneath the surface of the black water, there was old Antigone, a large creature with scouted skin, who appeared. She'll have no idea whence he originated from, who that he was. Antigone was an Argonian, an oviparous race of reptile beings with dark green skin, legs and arms that resembled puff adders, and a height range of seven to eight feet tall. His scales were very dark green, his eyes were black, and he had a large mouth filled with fangs. He swam around the lake quietly, for it was large, deep, and bitterly cold.

Blaire didn’t understand the words, but she could feel the air change. The room hummed with energy. As Rivana opened her eyes, they were no longer green—they had shifted into a silver, lifeless glow, like moonlight reflecting on still water. A dark aura pulsed from her as she walked toward the window. “I can see her footsteps,” Rivana said, her gaze following an invisible trail. She paused. “ I see two trails. The trial with blood is false.” “A decoy?” Blaire asked. “Perhaps, but it seemed more coincidental than planned.” Rivana responded turning to face the forest. “ The other, doesn’t start from this point at all, but it leads all the way into the dense forest.”

said Aven gasping for air, running to turn to another road, but halfway through, he was stunned, his running stopped, while his eyes witnessed a terrifying scene in the opposite direction. A few hundred meters from where Aven stood was a city roundabout with a rather large fountain in the center. Around the roundabout, stood countless volts… not volts, but argans. Their appearance was more or less the same as that of an argan that Aven had met a moment ago. There were at least more than fifty argans there, walking at a slow pace or running and jumping around like little children. Some were staggering like drunken people and some were fighting with each other. Two argans appear to be wrestlin

The castle which was my home still stood tall and right now I just wanted to run inside it but then that was not why I was here. I took in another deep breath and started moving towards a bridge and James still had his arms wrapped around me. I didn't know how I was going to get away from him but right now I just had to go with the flow. Soon I stood in the middle of the Heaven's Bridge, the most beautiful and magical place. It was present on to of the river that had magical water of silver color which could harm and heal the person only if you knew how to use it. It was different from normal wooden bridges as it was made of different kinds of magical substances combined together. On top of

However, the word he had earlier heard interrupted his flow of thoughts, and the emotions that were creeping into him. Arthmata, Arthmata, Arthmata. The words resounded in his head in the very manner and pace the woman had said it. It, however, sounded more of a ghostly echo. Who was that woman? And what the hell is Arthmata? The woman looked worried when he met her. Their car had rammed into a truck. However, one thing caught his eye- Her eyes. When he first saw them, the top right quarter of her iris was red, the top left corner green, a the lower right quarter blue and the remaining quarter orange, and it seemed to glow dimly. The pupil was black, but it was blacker that the pupil anyone

“Madam, are you sure this is wise? He’s your only son—” “Enough,” she cut him off, voice sharp as glass. “He made his choice. Now he must live with it.” The assistant bowed quickly and left, leaving her alone in the heavy silence. But once the door closed, Ny. Wiratama’s mask cracked—just a little. She pressed her palm to her forehead, whispering to the empty room, “Why do you make me the villain in your story, Arga?” --- Meanwhile, across town, Arga sat in a small apartment far removed from the marble and chandeliers of his old home. He was still wearing his work shirt, sleeves rolled up, hair damp from a recent shower. He looked… free, but tired.

Agatha got up, then bowed her head, and hurriedly left Elena's room. Agatha took a deep breath. Last night, Elena asked her for biscuits and a glass of milk for breakfast this morning. But now, she rejected it and said didn't want sweets for her breakfast. “Hah … it's okay Agatha, it's okay.” Agatha tried to calm herself and not get emotional. Agatha Candice, better known as Agatha, was an omega werewolf from Moon Stone Pack, working as a slave in Raymond's house, an alpha and Elena's father. She has a pretty face that was quite similar to Elena that made her a target of bullying by that girl.

she said, chuckling darkly. “Such are the complexities of doing business,” Hound replied, his voice hoarse. “You’ve caught the eye of the organization. Both in a good and bad way,” Argent said, her tone shifting to something dangerous. “I’ve got good news and bad news. What would you like to hear first?” “Bad,” Hound said without hesitation, his body tense. Argent’s movements were fluid, almost hypnotic, as she crouched. Her silver braids seemed alive, reflecting the faint light as they extended. In one swift motion, they sliced the rope binding the Vitaecer.

Instead, his smiles are still showing like it was just a normal conversation that most of the villager have ever know as living under the lawful monarchy governance involving the common specialty of their power as healer of the sick, to make up with the witches and put the Versailles into the most prosperous estate. Argen would not be surprised about the sudden mention of head. When she have already read the book and seen a few images that really relates to the dark magic that her mother have. It’s deadly creepy and a some sort of curse to enable life into most onward weal. “I’m giving you a place for free,” she said and trying to force herself showing off a smile as she could after noticing