A Gift Paid In Eternity Novels & Stories

He explains, as though he’s teaching, and I’m his student. “Poor Cora,” I respond, trying to imagine losing your body, but existing for eternity. The loss she must have felt. “As I said child, you must be special indeed, for her to bond with you. I would like to give you both a gift. If you will accept,” he tells me. He now has a gleam in his eye. “I would be honoured to accept a gift from a God,” I say. I truly would be honoured. I wonder what it could be.

I held onto the purity of the emotions that surrounded me, using them to strengthen myself for what it had to say next. ‘A gift will be given to you shortly after parting this place, one I know you will cherish eternally. Make no mistake, Rachel. It is imperative you do not try to keep this gift. Fate is a being even more ancient than us Bull’s, and she has decreed that this gift is one you must let go of in the end. If you don’t, it won’t matter how valiantly you fight or what sacrifices you make. You and the ones you love will lose. The choice is yours, my dear. What will it be?’ Even as I committed its words to memory and worked desperately to uncover their truth, my answer was instantane

I moved my gaze from the lamp to his face. "Probably still at the cemetery," I responded flatly, and he walked past me. "Are you sure you want to do this again, Kai?" My heart was pounding as I let the words escape from my throat, and I turned just as he paused. Did he never learn that love didn't come easy for us? "Seven lifetimes is an extremely long time. What happens after the seven lifetimes? Kai, you will never be able to reclaim your position as a golden guardian. Have you considered that? You will be punished in perpetuity."

And the idea of getting a second Princess title to go with my first? No, this aspect of the prize holds absolutely no charms for me. “In addition,” the God of Death says, “as stipulated in your agreement, the marriage gift presented to my daughter-in-law will be a single Eternal Wish – with all of the stipulations and provisos generally applied to such magical elements.” Stipulations? My wolf asks, tilting her head, curious and anxious. Like what? But I brush a hand over her dark fur, shushing her, wanting to listen instead of getting lost in what will surely be an endless list of questions if I allow myself to get started.

“Yeah, but you gave me new stuff, I’ve used it till now—used means old. Selling it now only gets thirty percent.” Kendall lowered her head, counting on her fingers. “Besides, we broke up this year, and you gave me those things years ago. I’ve only used them this year and wore them out. That means I used your gifts while we were still friends. Now we’re not, so I’m paying you back!” ***

"In the beginning... yes. When I first became mortal... the fragility was terrifying. I felt like glass. I felt that if I tripped, I would shatter." "And now?" "Now... it feels like payment." "Payment for what?" "For this," Cale said. He gestured to the deck. The house. The empty wine glasses. Elion. "For the sunset?" "For the witness," Cale said. He looked at Elion. The look in his eyes was so intense it almost hurt. "I am trading my eternity for the right to sit here and watch you get old," Cale whispered. "I am paying with my life to see your silver hair."

To the perfection of a human reading this, Hi, It’s Narnia’s Fifth Resident. The author. Not Callisto*, the Narnian Resident, fifth one to be exact. If you are reading this, that means that you’ve reached the end of Callisto’s Gift! CONGRATULATIONS and thank you soooo much. Words honestly can’t explain how happy I become when I see even one new read on any of the chapters. It gives me the encouragement to keep going and keep writing. It may not mean much to you, but it means the world to me.

The choice now belonged solely to them. Isabelle raised the locket to the light. Its silver sheen caught the morning sun, revealing a concealed inscription on the reverse: “Not blood alone, but heart shall forge the ember that never dies.” Her hand faltered. “It isn’t about lineage,” she said. “It’s about what we kindle in each other. We can honor our ancestors by forging a new covenant—one built on mutual trust and love, not ancient edicts.”

All the money in the world would be useless to me there. So, I only took the assets that were rightfully mine, and I instructed my lawyer to donate my entire share to a medical aid project in West Africa after I left. There was nothing left for Liam and me to say to each other. Outside the church, the reception on the lawn had descended into chaos. Every guest was waiting to see how this ridiculous family drama would end. Just as Liam, crazed with panic, was yanking his car door open to come find me, disaster struck. Finnian, the child on whom Chloe and Isabella had pinned all their hopes, suddenly went into a full-blown seizure right in front of everyone.

At first, he considered it might be a gift Ethan wanted to give him, but… this watch was way too expensive. Thirty fucking grand. Which could only mean one thing. Someone had gifted Ethan. Who?