Eternal Aesthetic Novels & Stories

A spectator would have mistaken them for four mad men who had successfully escaped the asylum. "We are Eternals. Our will is eternal. We will rise with the Supreme One. The Universe cannot bind us. For we are its binders." In this strange atmosphere filled with the crazed looks of possibly crazy men, this solemn vow was recited. The emperor looked towards where the illusionary eternal throne stood, with the actual King of Eternal Empire seated on it and said with a kind smile, "Girl, you best remember that."

Lookingback at him, it was as if his eyes weren't so beautiful anymore and it was just looking like an endless pit. I wondered what happened that made him like this. There's no way anyone would be born this way, I would not believe he has always been like this. "Strange" he finally commented, and before I could say anything be turned around and walked away.

“I’m doing this because time is cruel. It takes everything. Everyone. Nothing lasts. Nothing remains. So I stop it. Make moments eternal. Give people forever instead of fleeting.” “But they’re trapped. Conscious. Suffering.” “They’re preserved. Protected. They’ll never age. Never die. Never lose what they love. I’m giving them a gift.” “Did you ask if they wanted it?” The Source went very still. “Want is temporary feeling. I give them permanence.” “Permanence isn’t living. It’s existing. There’s a difference.” “Explain.” Lena thought carefully. “Living is change. Growth. Loss and gain. Pain and joy. Existing is just… continuing. No evolution. No experience. Just being trapped in one state fo

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He understood now that the beauty of a thing wasn't in its permanence, but in its "Human Error." The Message in the Dust As the sun climbed higher, Ethan looked toward the horizon. Far to the south, the skeletal remains of a "Chronicle" tower stood like a rusted needle against the sky. It was a monument to a dead god—a "Functional" relic of a time when the world thought it could audit the soul.

Wade's father died in the line of duty. At his funeral, Wade stood solemnly at the very front of the crowd. By the time I hurried back from out of town, there were only two spots left for the funeral procession. One was beside my husband of seven years, Wade, whom I had secretly married. The other was at the very back of the line. Naturally, I assumed the spot beside him had been left for me. But the moment I took a step forward, Wade walked right past me and nodded in the direction of my best friend standing behind me. "Helen, come here." The relatives around us began looking in our direction. Someone murmured, "Isn't that Wade's girlfriend? They look perfect together." Others began c

The hot spring was very restful, and his body was relaxed, but the tightness in his chest still lingered like a dark cloud. Ethan nudged him with his elbow. "Why are you daydreaming and not saying anything?" Christopher frowned subconsciously. "Say what?" "You… never mind. Hey, take a look at that beauty." Ethan's radar-like eyes detected a curvy beauty in the distance. She had the perfect hourglass figure, and her hair was silky. Excited by his discovery, he commented, "It's very common to find girls with beautiful faces and fair skin, but it's rare to find those with the perfect figure these days. The current aesthetic promotes unhealthy body image, and all the girls blindly follow it unti

I told him, my hands reaching into his luscious hair and playing with the silky strands that I could never get enough of, "what do you speak of?" "Do you not wish to have your eternal beauty throughout the decades and centuries? Do you not wish to never grow old and wither away? Do you not wish to forever remain in your youth, my Aphrodite?" "Every person wishes for so, Master Abigor. I, more than others. My beauty and youth are all that I have and all that I truly treasure." "I hold the answer to that, my Aphrodite. I can bless you with what your heart truly desires. I can bless you with immortality."

“You have no idea what I am. You have no idea what I have become. I have escaped your pitiful, narrow definition of what it is to be human. I have transcended… I have become something else entirely. “I thought you might recognize that – because I sensed a kindred spirit in your work. ‘Mon hypocrite lectuer, mon semblable, mon frère.’ You grapple with genius. Your designs are outside of time, outside of space. Eternity is your métier. “I, too, work in the Eternal, but my designs are flesh and blood. Transient… fleeting… ephemeral. And because of that, they are all the more precious. I thought I might be able to persuade you to join me. That you might find a kindred soul in me as well, and tog

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.