Endlessly By Muse Novels & Stories

With the last bit of my strength, I lifted my head, desperate to see William one more time. But in the end, I couldn’t. Darkness swallowed me whole. I died alone on a night no one would remember. Later, an ambulance took my body to the hospital. I hovered above as a ghost, watching Mike desperately try to save me, only to collapse in defeat, sobbing on the ground. "Thank you, Mike," I whispered, but he couldn't hear me. Then, he reached into my pocket, pulled out my phone, and glanced at it before dialing a number from his own.

Still, the destiny and our future are forged by us. And ours and my family's has been wonderful. ......... E N D *************************************************************** THANK YOU FROM THE BOTTOM OF MY HEART This is the end of my werewolf trilogy. -I BELONG TO YOU FOREVER BOOK 1 -ENDLESSLY MINE BOOK 2 -INFINITELY OURS BOOK 3 Thank you very much for reading my books, these are my first werewolf stories, and I had fallen in love with them; when I wrote them, it was not to sell or make money.

For the first time, the eyes that always held possessiveness were filled with panic. "Evelyn!" he shouted, lunging forward and scooping me up from the floor. Damien shielded me with his own body, while his hands desperately beat out the flames licking the hem of my dress. As he held me in his arms, I felt my consciousness slipping. So this was what it felt like to die from the fumes of burning charcoal. It was unbearably painful. The suffocating weight pressed in, my lungs burning with searing pain. Perhaps it was fitting since only pain like this could cleanse the misery of the past three years.

And so it endured. Brighter with every dawn. Deeper with every song. Endless across every horizon. Forever.

My brows furrowed when I realized that the performers were familiar. I think I saw them somewhere. Then it dawned on me. Shit! Is that Endless Summer? "Shit! It's Endless Summer!" I screamed and quickly sat on the grass. I'm a fan of this duo! They have over a million subscribers on YouTube! They cover songs and features beautiful sceneries around the world! The man started to pluck his guitar. "Saying I love you, is not the words I want to hear from you…" I closed my eyes because of their beautiful harmonization.

CLARA Everything goes silent, not like death. Worse, like the world forgets I exist. The pain, the weight, the sound of my own blood—gone. And then I’m falling, not down, not anywhere, just… through something endless and bright. Light surrounds me from every direction, soft and warm, like the air itself is breathing. I don’t have a body or maybe I do, but I don't feel it anymore. I drift and drift until I see her.

*"You could have been *gods*!" Eden sways, the gold fading from his eyes. "We're... something... else." --- **The Coda** We escape as the city collapses, its golden pool solidifying into a desert of black glass. Eden's wounds weep light, the Cantor's melody still buzzing in his veins. "It's not over," he mutters. "The song-it's *in* me now." I press a hand to his chest, feeling the discordant rhythm. "We'll find a way to mute it." He laughs weakly. "What if I don't want to?"

Garren chuckled. We left the camp and headed towards our destination. Only three more days and we would be there. During our trek, I had finally learned what the Everlasting fire mark was. It was like a bond similar to what my parents had. But this was more potent. It made us more than soul mates. Unlike the mate bond, though, the farther apart we were, the more chaos it brought to the world. The more we fought it, the more it pulled us together until we were mad with lust for one another. But, in a sadistic way, I found relief in it. Found it satisfying to know I wouldn't be the only one going crazy.

Here, we are infinite energy. The orgasm hits—a blinding peak of joy—and then stays there. I am stuck in the moment of release. I am trapped in the split second of shattering. "Oh god!" I cry out, my voice looping, layering over itself until it becomes a choir. "Mia!" Alex roars. We are burning. We are screaming. We are dying and being reborn in every nanosecond. "No pain," Echo reminds us. "Only endless pleasure." It is terrifying. It is heaven.

"The pressure is constant. The flow... the flow is infinite." The Earth continued to spin, a bright, noisy, and beautifully imperfect jewel in the dark. The Vance-Vanderwall saga had reached its ultimate resonance, proving once and for all that the fire was free, the light was shared, and the song—the glorious, dissonant, and entirely "Forbidden" song—would never end.