Burn Eternal Novels & Stories

In Aeternum, this is the place that everyone probably would see me the most, aside from the Black House, as always the first person that meet and greeted me, is the Aeternum Broadcasting and Entertainment, Head Department, Paul or his more well known celebrity name, is DJ Skelly, the 3rd person in Aeternum that is confirmed to live forever in immortality along side Alfred Monticello my Eternal undead butler and Griksu’um the Ancient Earth Dragon. “Yo, my boss!…how is it going?…it quite rare to see your face here these days…I heard from, Madam VP Elijah that we have some big program to do…is that true?…are we finally going to spread your amazing tales to the entire world?….should we tell them

And years from now, I would come to relive the worst of my nightmares, those memories embedded deep in my soul, with no hope of release. My eternal prison.

I sat next to her and nudged her upper arm. “Do you know what Aeternum means?” I asked her. “Yes, I do. It’s an old word we no longer use. It means eternal being—Faith.”

Driven by pure instinct as a doctor, I rushed over and immediately began performing CPR on him, but he suddenly grabbed my hand. I shouted in panic, “Let go! Are you trying to get yourself killed?” His eyes were unfocused, as if covered by a thin layer of fog, a sign that his consciousness was slipping away. “Summer.” He murmured my name softly, then pulled open his coat. Inside, carefully protected against his chest, was a perfectly preserved Skyspire snow lotus. “The lotus repairs damaged heart channels. You’ll get better. You won’t have to suffer anymore.” John’s obsession stunned all the people that were present on that moment.

The love tucked between the lines was like honey, but it was also torturous, like poison. It had him sobbing one moment, then smiling through tears the next. Suddenly gloomy, suddenly joyful. Those two extremes kept surging through him, and the heart that had gone numb from despair began to burn again. He wondered if this was the last light before everything went dark, or the lighting of the fire that would bring back light? Nelson did not know what kind of ending waited ahead. All he could do was pray. He prayed for the secret thoughts that nineteen-year-old Sinead had recorded in her own script to be the means of his escape from the wreckage.

The tiny, folded slip of paper , Ethan Grant’s phone number , had become my personal religion. For fourteen agonizing days, it had lived tucked deep inside the stitching of my uniform apron, a burning coal against my skin. Two weeks. I had survived two weeks of perfect silence, two weeks of scrubbing floors and polishing secrets, pretending the warm pressure of his lips on my cheek had been nothing but a fever dream.

“Who are they?” Kael’s jaw tightened, his words looming heavy with gravity. “The ones who burn without purpose. The ones who forgot what fire is for.” With that, he turned away, gathering Ember’s belongings with swift, practiced hands, a sense of urgency imbued in his every movement. Ember’s pendant pulsed once—soft, warm, like a heartbeat reminding Isla of an inner light. It shimmered faintly in the half-light, and with an imperceptible shift in the atmosphere, the monitor beside the bed flickered, then went dark.

The bridge beneath them cracked and began to fall away. Adrian dragged Lena forward, every step a battle against the wind and the data storm. Kael stood at the center, unflinching, arms spread as if welcoming the destruction. “You were born here,” Kael said over the roar. “You’ll die here. And when you do, I’ll rebuild the world in your image — perfect, obedient, eternal.” Adrian’s voice cut through the chaos. “You’ll never understand eternity until you’ve loved something you could lose.”

The forbidden love that became eternal. I nodded and rested my head on his shoulder. Yes I whispered. Eternal. No matter who watches from the dark. The family gathered closer around the fire as the night went on. Hope and Alex danced under the stars. The grandchildren played in the sand. Mia and Daniel shared quiet smiles. Elias told stories that made everyone laugh. We sat together watching the next generation begin their own journeys. The obsession had transformed into something beautiful. A story of survival and love that would endure forever. Yet in the quiet corners of the night the whisper of danger remained. A reminder that some flames never truly go out.

Inside was a single object, bound in a frost-coated bark, etched with the golden spiral. It pulsed once in his hand and then went still. And the cathedral listened. Kieran opened the book and read out loud: “Those who read this book have already been damned. When you pass through those doors of how you so crave, it shall be your demise in the true self of you. For you shall see it, the thing that is everything.” Kieran gulped as he carried on reading.