Eidolon Final Fantasy Novels & Stories

She held his gaze her eyes pleading, the silence and tension between them almost deafening "One condition" he growled "next time, next incarnation, I want something more than this, I have chased for aeons next time you're mine, enter into an Elysian Oath with me" "But my vows with my sisters, I can't do this" she whispered "don't do this" "Cannot or will not" came his stern voice "I am the only God left who knows how to use that, other than those who'd use your death to enslave existence, besides I'm dead sooner or later, an Elysian Oath ensures my continued existence"

The eagle idol floated and vibrated reacting to the purple energy encasing it. While waiting for the energy infusion, Len prepared his resin casting. He mixed the resin and the hardener in a small glass, turning the liquid from blue to greenish tint. Afterwards, he poured the mix into the diamond case and waited for it to gel. Once it did by around half an hour later, he placed the finished eagle idol on it, and layered it again with more resin mix. His creation was complete, and the arcane energy from the idol permeated inside the diamond resin, turning it purple and glowed wickedly. "You're done. Congratulations!" Tirana lightly clapped her hands.

I reached for her with everything I had, and she surged forward. With a shattering cry that morphed into a howl, I let go. Bones snapped. Muscles reformed. My skin stretched and pulled and then— There was fur. There was power. There was peace. I stood, unsteady on four legs, and blinked at the world through new eyes. Ryan had stepped back, and I could see him, awe on his face. His hands were shaking, but his eyes were wet. “Elena,” he whispered, like a prayer.

I leaned closer, pressed my lips to his cheek and muttered, “it’s not Eden.” Titus’ mouth formed a perfect ‘o’ as he experienced a real lightbulb moment. “She let me eat. I was starving,” the voice that left Eden wasn’t hers. It sounded more manly, proving once again I was right. The only thing I still couldn’t understand was why Eden didn’t have a creature of the same gender as her. I knew she was special long ago, but the presence in her proved that there was more about her than met the eye. Not only her parents were literally a one in a million thing, but there was more.

Its face was slowly caught by the moonlight. Siron held his breath. It was his own face. But with eyes wide open, pure white eyes without irises, just like the face in the temple wall. And on its forehead, the Aethelford bloodline symbol was etched in silvery light. "I am a possibility," the figure said. "A version of you that fully embraces the heritage. One who understands that being a key is not a curse, but an honor." "That’s nonsense," Gideon snapped from behind. "You are just an illusion created to manipulate him!"

Joseph finally shouted. I sneered. "If you don't want to, that's fine. You can forget about the kidney, too!" With a heavy thud, Helly dropped to her knees and crawled over, as if heading to her doom. I showed no mercy and kicked her right in the face. "Stop with the act! I'm going to teach you a lesson today! You act coy all day long so that you can seduce other men… Who's even watching?!" With that, I shoved Helly's face into my foot basin.

“I’m going without you.” “No no!” He yells dramatically. “I’m coming, I’m coming!” My soon four years old son immediately runs down the stairs. I smile on looking at him. He is so cute in his blue denim overalls and white shoes. Unfortunately, he resembles his father to such a point that I cry sometimes while looking at him. He took over all his features, even the eyes. That intense turquoise colour. I just pray that the colour will change gradually as he grows up. Eren runs to me and hugs my legs. Giggling, he raises his head to look at me with sheep eyes. “I love the Citadel.”

codes that had tried to delete us in the earlier layers. "You have suffered for ninety-four chapters, little spark," the Idol said, stepping onto the quartz floor. "You have carried the weight of the rejected, the hunger of the beast, and the grief of the oracle. But here, in the Eighth Layer, we offer you the Final Reprieve. Wear the crown, and your history will be rewritten as a Divine Legend. The pain of the square will become a 'Noble Trial.' The scars of the Abyss will become 'Sacred Gilding.' You will be the Queen the world deserves, and you will never have to hurt again".

I mentally read the written scriptures engraved into the walls of the ancient goddesses room, my fingers caressing and tracing every engraved lines tenderly. My name is Aurora and I am the daughter and only child to Queen Melinda and King Remera Aumero and heir to the throne and ruler of the seven swords and seas of Eldrador. The night seemed completely strange, I couldn't sleep. I seemed to have been awakened by something, for a reason. I turned to the side and watched through the window the familiar sight of the mountains peeking over the trees. A mirage distorts the view beyond the window shields, and it’s impossible to tell where the asphalt ends and the ocean begins.

"Solis, this isn't a negotiation. It's a command. If you keep going in this direction, I'll destroy you. Everyone you care about, including your friends and allies. Are you willing to accept that risk? With his eyes burning with defiance, Kael took a step closer. "Eidolon, we're already in hell. Who burns first is the only question. Both men remained silent for a minute, the tension rattling like a live wire. Then, as though Kael's answer had been exactly what he had expected, Eidolon let out a sigh. "Excellent," Eidolon remarked. "I'm excited about our future meeting. If you make it through it. After saying that, Eidolon turned and disappeared into the darkness as he made his way back to hi