Burn Eternal Novels & Stories

“Offer it honestly.” Sienna’s heart snagged on a thorn it had grown itself. Lunaris regarded Ryder as if he were a child who had read the last page without permission. “Yes,” she said. “There is a mercy built into eternity. The first century, you will remember like a song you can conduct. The second, like a melody you hum without noticing. The third, as a story told by someone with your face. By the fifth, you will set down your love as you would set down a hot cup, gently, and with relief. Eternity is not a room where grief grows. It is a hallway with many doors. You will forget him because you must. Not because I hate you.”

Camilla Gomez sacrificed everything for Darian Baldore. When he was accused of murder—a crime that could have shattered his billion-dollar empire—she took the blame, trusting his promises that he would clear her name and bring her back to him once it was safe. Instead, she was abandoned. Branded a killer. Sent to prison to rot while the man she loved moved on as if she had never existed. Worse, she was carrying his child, forced to bring new life into the world while trapped in a nightmare. Seven years later, she returns—not as a broken woman, but as a force to be reckoned with. She’s rebuilt herself and forged her own empire, and she has only one goal: to make them pay for their betrayal.

It was not fleeting. It was eternal.

Pierce was gone, but I had already married him in my heart. I wore the ring he had placed on my finger, and I would live in this world in his place. It wasn’t until later that I discovered the name of the diamond ring Pierce had given me—Eternal Love. He would love me forever. (The End)

Nathaniel said warily. She ignored my brother as she went on. "This is no ordinary curse and it will take more than your charms to break it." I rolled my eyes, playing along. "And what will that be?" "A curse of immortality." I stared at her blankly. What did she just say? Immortality? She was way over her bloody noodle. Before I could respond, a burning sensation seared on my chest causing me to look down to inspect it. A breath caught in my throat as I looked upon it.

Ethan whispered. Nathan turned to him. “Do you miss it?” Ethan nodded slowly. “Every single day.” Then he smiled. “But I don’t need to come back anymore. Because the spark stayed.” Before they left, Cam caught up to them at the front door. She handed Ethan a small box. “What’s this?” he asked. “Something we made.” Inside was a pendant. Shaped like a flame. On the back, etched in tiny letters: “Still warm.”

We were trapped in an endless cycle of pursuit and death, all because of one woman's delusional entitlement. "There has to be a way to break it," I said desperately. "Some way to sever the connection." Mr Blake was quiet for a long moment, staring into the flames. "There might be," he said finally. "But it would require Margaret to let go of her obsession willingly. And after five lifetimes of feeding her hatred..." "She'll never let go," Thomas finished grimly. The cottage fell silent except for the crackling of the fire. I closed my eyes, trying to process everything I'd learned. The weight of multiple lifetimes pressed down on me, memories of love and loss spanning centuries.