Eternal Blessings Novels & Stories

To be lonely for eternity can be seen as a life sentence, but having what you crave, is the greatest blessing. I have never been more assured to have chosen her to be mine for life. I will promise her my deepest love and my fullest devotion. I commit myself to love her. I knew from the day that I laid my eyes on her that our love was heaven-sent. I promised then, and I will promise her again that I shall be there forever and always. My heart will be her shelter, and my arms will be her home.

It was as if someone deeply etched words on the surface. A grand revenge awaits.

Their eyes met, and Adele's hollow and expressionless gaze reflected back at Elena like a broken mirror. "I'm speaking to you," Elena hissed. Adele's lips parted, and her voice emerged as a whisper, like her eyes, flat and emotionless. "When is the wedding?" Elena smirked, a cruel twist of her lips. "Oh, you poor, broken little thing," she said, her voice dripping with mock pity. "The wedding is next week and after that, Zach's firm will break through the global market. You have done well. Tris is rushing the preparations thanks to your little… drama. Congratulations, Adele. You've finally shown your usefulness. Now all that's left is for you to act like his obedient little toy." She release

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. .

That's how I was recognised, since even the most powerful, magical warlock in our pack could get me affected with their magic, no matter how much he tried. Even after all this, I was still special. Special because I was born with one more blessing of Moon Goddess Selene which she showed upon me. The blessing of eternity. Yeah. The Goddess gave me the blessing of eternity which means I won't die unless I am killed but not anyone can kill me. I can be killed by only one person in the whole world and that's my mate. Which makes me the strongest weapon of werewolves, considering I haven't met my mate yet which is more of a curse than blessing.

“Cassian.” A tall, broad-shouldered warrior stepped forward. “My King?” “Prepare the car. We ride to the Bloodfang territory.” Cassian blinked. “Kaelion’s pack? The Luna Ceremony?” Darian gave a single nod. “It’s custom. The Alpha King must bless every Luna Ceremony of a major pack.” He didn’t bother explaining the urgency in his voice. Or the way his blood had started to hum the second he caught the trace of that magic. Or the silent truth gnawing at his chest:

she sighed as she peeked between my legs. Reaching out for him he clasped my hand. “The deity is Elatha. Name her Erissa Finnegani if I don't make it through this,” I muttered through another contraction. “Elatha is a Celtic moon Goddess,” he asserted then nodded with an awkward smile on his face. “You're strong and will get through this, Lyric,” he reassured me as Holly told me to push when the urge came.

Endless. Forever.

“The perfect name. How do you think about it in such short time, Brook? " “I don't know, it only crossed my mind when Beverly and I researched a new weapon. We talked about a lot of things at that time. I think Volta is one of those unique words. So you might agree with that name. " "You're lucky because I did agree." Kayla gave Brooklyn a quick kiss on the cheek. "You must really miss Beverly." Brooklyn nodded in agreement, he did not deny that at this time he really missed his sister. Seeing this, Kayla felt sorry for her husband. "Have you got the latest news from Edwin?"