Burn Eternal Novels & Stories

A flame nolonger raging, but eternal. Still burning. Still theirs. Forever.

Unbreakable. Forever.

Eternal. The swarm will come. But we’ll meet it stronger. Burning brighter. Wings and sunrise. Husband and wife. Bodies and souls. Together. Forever. Beautiful things get honeymoons. And ours? It’s eternal fire. Consuming. Unquenchable.

Survival, I am learning, is sometimes just choosing not to open certain wounds. The air shifts. Reality tightens like a held breath. Eternal stands in the center of the hall. She does not arrive. She is simply there. Seventeen forever. Silver-and-black hair caught between states. Eyes mismatched and endless. “I have information,” she says. Her voice is layered—Tempest beneath something older. “The pain shared it while I held it suspended.” Every hammer in the hall stills. “Emptiness is not destroying what it consumes,” Eternal continues. “It is storing it. Compressing matter, memory, and concept into a pocket dimension outside conventional reality.”

So why did he display such a reaction? “I don’t know where you got this knowledge from. But if you are right – and I reckon that you are – then this Eternal has found a reason not to preserve himself or herself any longer. He or she has found a reason to suffer in eternal torment. And Eternals only have one reason to do anything.”

Eternal. The word eternal can be defined as an everlasting or universal spirit representing the Moon Goddess lasting or existing forever. Let that sink in. I wasn't always an Eternal Wolf. Before I was ever an Eternal Wolf, I was the Alpha Queen. Becoming the Alpha Queen wasn't easy by any stretch of the word, but being the Alpha Queen shaped me into the she-wolf I have become. I didn't know it then, but I was destined for greatness. The Moon Goddess made sure of that. Saving my people, and really the earth realm from absolute destruction wasn't something I was thinking about when I was a young wolf. Little did I know.

Lucien beared his teeth as he started to close the gap between them "No matter what happens, you die" Summer opened her mouth to say something but closed it again "You are immortal... but cursed to die and be reborn...." He shook his head and laughed "And then the race to find you starts all over again" A howl suddenly rose up to surround them. The crowd around them screamed and started to run in all directions Jake smiled at her. "Better watch it darling... don't want to die too soon now do we"

However, they didn't think that Caspian could continue to be arrogant. It was all because the person who attacked Caspian now had the Eternal Fire. No matter how fast and powerful Caspian was, could he extinguish the Eternal Fire? They didn't believe that such a thing would happen! Weng! Weng! Weng! After Caspian killed the Fire Demon with his sword, it buzzed continuously and returned to normal. Just like its name implied... an undying flame that would never be extinguished! Pu! Pu! Pu!

Grace Winter gave a kick on her stomach. "Don't ever appear in front of me. If you do, It will be your last day" Jarel Hall gave her a warning before he left the place with Grace Winter. Back to the present, Katherine thought after the graduation from high school her life will become better, but she was wrong once again. She will never able to escape from this hell. She wants to end everything. Katherine punched the mirror with the strength she has. It was cracked all over the place. Katherine took a piece of glass and slit her wrist. The blood dripped from her wrist and reached the floor. Katherine was happy thinking that she was going to have an eternal sleep which she was longing for. Kat

But as Ethan and I moved to follow her, my phone—the old, manual device Beatrice Vance had given me, the one that should have been completely fried by the Spire’s discharge—buzzed in my pocket. There was no text. No signal. Instead, the screen flickered into a live video feed of the high-desert mill we had left behind in embers. The fire was out. The adobe walls were standing. And sitting on the porch, holding a manual wooden shuttle that was carving a violent, bloody groove into his own knee, was the Burnt Ethan. The version we thought had died in the Salish Sea forest. He looked directly into the camera, his eyes completely hollow, his mouth moving in a silent, rhythmic chant that my inter