Eternal Crossing Novels & Stories

my oldest companion asked. “I will go to my daughter.” “You risk being trapped.” “I have been trapped before.” I waited for the seam to thin again. When it did, I stepped through fully. The crossing tore at me — not because I lacked power, but because the barrier resisted permanence. It was not meant for our kind to remain long. But I was not most of our kind. I emerged in the shadows beyond the pine break, the scent of salt and stone heavy in the air. Emberhold.

Just the ghost of his mouth on my skin, the echo of his name in my chest, and the undeniable truth of it all: Nathan Cross fucked like a weapon. But when he said come home? It wasn’t a command. It was a confession.

🌑 Chains of Eternity The chamber was gone. There were no walls anymore—only an endless whirl of black and broken glass, shards of light reflecting faces that were not theirs. The reflections multiplied with each heartbeat, spreading like cracks across reality. Chains rattled from a dozen Kaels, axes rose from a dozen Branns, blades gleamed in countless Serises’ hands, and the soft, ruinous glow of endless Lioras pulsed like a funeral hymn.

Pierce was gone, but I had already married him in my heart. I wore the ring he had placed on my finger, and I would live in this world in his place. It wasn’t until later that I discovered the name of the diamond ring Pierce had given me—Eternal Love. He would love me forever. (The End)

I still can’t see his eyes, but I feel them–boring into me, as if he could peel back the layers of my skull and read my thoughts directly. “You broke the law,” he says slowly. “The sacred law.” The words land like thunder, even though I don’t know what they mean. My hands tremble. Somewhere deep inside, something shifts. A crack. A fracture. “I…. What law? What sacred law?” I whisper. He leans in. I can smell something on him now–ash, maybe. Earth. Something old. “The one spoken of only in whispers. The one no one, not even the elders dare to challenge. And yet…. You did.”

I announced. “Welcome home, my Libulan,” he said, kissing my forehead lovingly. Our transparent bodies dispersed together with the gentle breeze of the solemn winds. As this happened, Sidapa’s last words faded along with the wind. “Now and forever, I am all yours. I will always love you, and will only yearn for you. We may forget each other, but my heart will forever remember your name. This is my eternal promise to you. Goodnight, my love.” THE END

Alaric wrapped his arms around Seraphina from behind and kissed her cheek. “Didn’t you say you wanted a little thrill? Do you think doing it here counts as thrilling?” Seraphina flushed and hung up immediately. For a moment, my mind went blank. They had no shame left. The phone rang again. I answered mechanically. “Mr. Blackwood, the welcome display for the wedding is ready. Would you like to see it?” I forced a smile. “Change the bride’s picture. I’ll send a new one.” After hanging up, I ignored the nurse and left the hospital.

His fingers were numb, his veins pulsing with symbols instead of blood. He used the torn piece of paper with the writing on it and pressed it against the altar. The bark-like paper pulsed once, then vanished. Somewhere far from the cathedral, it reappeared. Stuck to a lamppost, someday warning Roy. He turned to the wall, dragging his hand across the stone until it bled. With trembling fingers, he carved a spiral deep into the surface. The spiral shimmered, not with light, but with memory. It was a wound in the world, a place where sound could slip through time.