Eternal Being Novels & Stories

Is he being serious right now? “You know what a slave is? A slave is being under the rule of your mafia father and not being able to be a normal teenager, that’s slavery!” I yell at him and he stands on his feet, causing the laptop that was on his lap to fall to the floor with a thud. “Ellie, don’t you dare talk to me that way. Ever since we lost your mother, all I have done is care for you, you don’t have the right to disrespect me.” He says in a warning tone.

Andres' voice in the video sounded indifferent and dismissive. Camellia's mind flashed back to the day Andres received the beads. "Cam, I'll always keep these with me, even in death," he had promised. The color drained from Camellia's face. She wanted to cry and let out all the pain, but no tears came. The light in her eyes had faded completely. Late at night, as the world slept, no one noticed when Eterna Haven went up in roaring flames. Andres was up early the next morning, preparing for the day.

"Adele listen to me, Elena and Zach are the Lord's plan for you, child. Listen to them. Whatever it is they ask, I'm sure is for your good." "You don't know that." "Of course I do. They were chosen to guide you, to give you a family. You must listen to them. Disobeying them is disobeying the Lord's will. This is what you've always been taught, how can you forget?" Adele shook her head, her frustration mounting. "You don't know what you're talking about." Beatrice straightened in her chair. "You've been a bad child, Adele. You need to go back to your parents and make things right."

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."

May you enjoy your new eternity. The one without me.

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.