Burn Eternal Novels & Stories

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

Lauren queried with a hint of anger. "Because it's my car," Marcus answered flatly. He hates women because putting up with them is a big task. But he chose this because he has to show Charles something. "And? What if it's your car?" Lauren asked in anger. Marcus whipped her head to her. He exhaled before directing it back to Octavia. "Get in when you decide" with that, his ear pods were in his ear. "What?" Lauren was mad. She made to snatch his ear pod but Octavia held her back.

"Thank you for being by my side Nora. The thought of you made me to fight for my life. I just pray that I get out of this place soon so that we can begin our love story till eternity. *********************** The gentle breeze blew through the trees as Ned and Nora walked through the familiar paths of the plantation. The sunlight filtered through the branches, casting a warm glow upon their faces. The scent of blooming flowers filled the air. Ned couldn't help but feel a sense of peace and contentment as he looked at Nora, his heart overflowing with love. The journey they had been through, the obstacles they had overcome, had only strengthened their bond. He knew, deep in his soul, that Nora

The church doors closed behind us, but the fire we had lit on that altar would burn eternal, a secret flame in the house of the Most High. THE END!!!

"Help me, I promise this will be the last time. I’ll never appear in front of you and Anne again. "Can you make her stop looking for me? "My father owes them more than just a small amount this time. They said that if the debt isn't cleared in one go, they’ll take my life." Felicia was genuinely afraid that she would wake up every day to see people blocking her downstairs. She lifted her face. "Connor, help me just one more time, the last time. "Otherwise, I’ll really die." Connor closed his eyes. He slowly lowered the phone in his hand.

🌑 Chains of Eternity The wind was dead. The desert around the coliseum lay unnaturally still, as if the world itself was holding its breath. The sand that had whipped at them all day now rested, heavy and unmoving, leaving the air thick with a silence that was louder than any storm.

And Kaelion’s arms, golden and molten, would hold her, desire her, and share eternity with her—and their heir—forever. The fire between them roared, molten and unyielding, a promise and a bond. They were one. Desire, life, fire, love, and creation intertwined. And nothing, nothing could ever break the eternal flame. -

There can be no retreat henceforth. I stepped resolutely past twisted and blackened rubble onto the scorched killing field now barren of life or hope. A smothering pall hung low, scattering flecks of ash like accursed snowflakes as Scar wheeled murderously up above. How could heavenly vistas birth such infernal desolation? My soul recoiled, but mortal flesh strode on graven over broken earth towards rendezvous with judgment. Only the ancient mating bond thrummed true and constant still, an umbilicus anchoring above the maelstrom. Its glowing path remained my solitary guide from now unto eternity. Breathe deep the ruin, lift your voice heavenward. Call him back or else embrace oblivion willin

This was also the question everyone wanted to ask. “The longevity of an Eternal is actually fake. Although the body of an Eternal could continuously form vitality independently and they will not grow old or die, every Eternal will have to face a catastrophe after an epoch. This catastrophe is very deadly and very few people can successfully overcome it. After they get through it, they will have another epoch to squander. Otherwise, they would naturally become ashes under the catastrophe. Their bodies and souls will thus perish,” Celeste patiently explained. The women looked at each other.