The Holy Gatherers is a spellbinding fantasy novel set in the mystical world of Overa, a hidden land governed by ancient magic and fierce warrior women. Protected by sacred trees blessed by the Goddesses, Overa has thrived, untouched by the corruption that plagues the outside world. However, this fragile balance is threatened by the dark forces of Girar, ruled by the tyrannical King Sola, whose curse has plunged the land into decay and despair.

The story follows Tiya, a young woman raised in Overa, who unknowingly carries a powerful secret-she is the first of three sisters born from a sacred Goddess tree. Marked by destiny, Tiya struggles to control the light and darkness within her, a battle that could either save her world or doom it to destruction. Alongside her closest companions, Meme and Ivy, also tied to the prophecy, Tiya must navigate the dangerous and complex truths of her past.

As the trio uncovers their shared destiny, they are thrust into a battle that spans worlds, pitting them against the growing corruption in Girar and the ancient powers that bind them. With the once-protective magic of Overa unraveling, the Holy Gatherers-elite warriors tasked with saving newborn sisters from Girar-must now look inward, facing not only the external threat but also the darkness within themselves.

The Holy Gatherers is a tale of sisterhood, sacrifice, and the eternal struggle between light and dark. It explores themes of destiny, the burden of legacy, and the ultimate power of unity. As Tiya, Meme, and Ivy come to understand their roles in the prophecy, they learn that to restore the world, they must first face their own shadows-and the shadows of the past. Will they fulfill the prophecy and restore balance, or will they fall to the darkness threatening to consume them all?

Epic battles, rich magic, and deep emotional bonds make this an unforgettable journey into a world where the line between salvation and ruin is as thin as the blade of a sword.

The Holy Gatherers

I was too caught up in the moment to notice my sword had changed. The once sharp, gleaming blade had become dull, and thin, dark veins spread through it like a sickness. It looked almost alive, pulsing faintly as the darkness snaked its way up and down the blade. 


Ivy was the first to spot it. “Tiya,” she said, her voice tense. “Look at your sword.” 


Startled, I glanced down at the weapon in my hand, and my heart sank. The veins seemed to pulse like something from a nightmare, growing deeper, darker. My breath caught in my throat. What is happening to me? 


Meme and Ivy stepped closer, their eyes wide with concern. Ivy leaned in, her face a mask of concentration. “That’s not normal,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper. “What… what is it?” 


I didn’t have the words. I could only stare at the blade as the dark substance began to fade, retreating back into the metal as if it had never been there. But the mark it left behind, the dullness of the sword, was unmistakable. 


Chapter Twelve: The Veins of Darkness