Eternal Being Novels & Stories

Their silver-blue ember glowed in the central brazier, a promise that truth and love endure beyond every trial. Author’s Note Eternal Embers was inspired by my fascination with hidden societies, the power of choice, and the alchemy of art. I hope Isabelle’s sketches and Alexander’s courage encourage you to discover then rekindle the embers within your own story. .

“We just want peace. Stability. A chance to build instead of constantly fixing disasters.” “Then we shall endeavor to provide that,” a new voice said. Another being materialized. This one looked almost human, but with an aura of power that dwarfed even the Primordials. “I am Echo, Guardian of the Eternal Timeline. I come from the end of time itself.” The being bowed deeply. “You have done what I thought impossible. Stabilized reality through belief alone. Through commitment to truth.” “Who are you really?” Mira asked, sensing something more.

"We find a way. We research. We experiment. We don't give up." Trinity appears. "I know someone who might help. An ancient being. Older than gods. Older than reality. They've lived through multiple resets. Multiple existences. Multiple forevers. If anyone knows how to make love eternal, they do." "Who?" Kai asks. "The Chronicler." Trinity's three voices sound reverent. "The being who records everything. Every timeline. Every choice. Every moment. They exist outside time. Observing. Writing. Remembering. And they might know the secret."

After the realms disjoined, their memories about the supernatural beings start to fade until they remember nothing at all. And lastly, Tartaros or The Lower Realm, the realm where sinful beings perish for eternity. Also, on the same day, Paxton, The God of Tranquility vanished.

Numb the pain. I wanted something now, not to numb the pain though, but to wipe what I'd seen from my head. How could I lock away what he'd shown me? There wasn't a trinket box big enough to hold that horror. Behold the Seraphim , he'd said. Born of fire . The Great Winged Serpents. Caretakers of the Throne. Destroyers of the First. Changeless. Eternal . The Highest of the Most High . They are your gods. They are your saviours, your judgement and your damnation.

"Elena! The Citadel—the walls—" He didn't need to finish. The ground shook violently, the walls cracking. The shadows in the corners of the room writhed and twisted, coalescing into a form—tall, cloaked, its eyes burning with cold fire. It was not the Primordial. It was something else. Something older. Something that had been waiting for this moment. "I am the Eternal Void," it said, its voice echoing from everywhere and nowhere. "I am the darkness that existed before the Primordial. I am the end of all things. And I have come to reclaim what is mine."

"The Architect needs us to be living containment vessels." "Yes." "That will kill us," Darius's analytical framework calculated. "Containing primordial chaos while maintaining consciousness. The strain would burn through even our unified form within days." "Not kill," New Lyra corrected quietly. "Transform. You would become—permanent. Eternal. No longer able to separate or die or change. You would exist as fixed points holding back entropy forever." Through our bond, we felt five sources of horror at that fate. Eternal existence as cosmic pillars? Never dying but never truly living either? Just—persisting. Forever. Alone together for eternity?

They had traversed the realms of existence, overcome trials and tribulations, and now they stood as eternal beings, woven into the fabric of the universe itself. Isabella and Luca basked in the radiance of celestial wisdom. Their spirits shimmered with an ethereal light, resonating with the collective consciousness of all beings throughout the cosmos. They had become conduits of divine love, vessels of cosmic energy, embracing the eternal dance of creation and transformation.

“ That is strange… that isn’t something that appeared in the textbooks that I have with me “ Cavian then mumbled. Still thinking about the things that he learned. With the magical orb that they have as well as the voice of emric that Lhana have heard… “ Perhaps… some higher being was… the one behind all of this “ Stuttering as he heard the big name that Cavian said, Aillard can’t hide how troublesome things are for his mind. “ Ah, you mean… a higher being? How, why, how is that even possible?? “ A higher being are those that are immortal. Living in a realm that was different from theirs, it was said that they possess great powers that surpasses human and mortals imagination.

the Cameroonian lad said, admiring his claim, "we are simply a repetition." "That is where the Christian God comes in," I cut the Cameroonian lad sharply. "God is eternal, and logic can't apply to him." "So he is the driving force behind eternity?" "What if he is just a manifestation of?" "A supreme being who is still God?" The Cameroonian lad touched my shoulders gently. "Indeed! You have an inquisitive nature. Well, manifestations are conscious or self aware. Not everyone is aware of that knowledge. Yea! You can make reference to a supreme being. Whatever the supreme being is. We Christians simply call him God."