Eternal Crossing Novels & Stories

The essence of our connection manifested as a tangible energy, swirling around us in brilliant, shimmering hues. The ground beneath us began to tremble. Slowly, a large circular stone platform rose, inscriptions and symbols etched onto its surface. The markings depicted two wolves, circling each other in an eternal dance, their paths intertwining yet never quite meeting. A voice, older and more resonant than any we'd heard before, echoed around us, "To unveil the sanctuary's secrets, you must walk the Path of the Eternal Bond. Only by navigating its challenges, reflecting on your journey, and deepening your connection, can you move forward."

The human library perfectly cultivated this one-of-a-kind aroma. This one was about bridges of the world and had a coffee stain on the cover. It wasn't necessarily the topic I would choose, but I was more than happy to absorb any information that had nothing to do with trees or wood nymphs. I couldn't exactly walk to the library myself, my wings might alarm the humans. I looked at them over my shoulder. They were very pretty, especially right now with the late afternoon sun making them glimmer a pinkish gold.

No one knew where those in the Everlasting would go once they crossed the Everlasting Door. After that, there had not been another everlasting being for several epochs, up to ten billion years. It was all because the Everlasting Path was too difficult... Where could one find everlasting life in loneliness and emptiness? Hence, only the nine Eternals from the Eternal Dominion in the Chi universe were locked in constant strife... because the Eternal Path was getting narrower, and the heavenly law would kill them if they were somewhat careless. It seemed God was unwilling to let these overpowering powerhouses continue to exist. If the powerhouses in the Eternal Realm wished to continue moving f

Hope suddenly flared in my chest, and I straightened. "What?" I asked quickly. Desperately. But the look on her face made my heart sink, and my shoulders sag. I'd hoped too soon. "It is called the Crossing," she said. "And my child, it is dangerous." "How dangerous?" Zephyr asked. Her eyes shifted to him, then back to me. "The Crossing is when your soul travels beyond the veil, to the realm of spirits. A place between life and death. Between soul and flesh. The curse is tethered to your womb by unnatural means. To undo it… is to face it from the inside. Spirit to spirit."

--- 11:25 AM — D Sector, Palehook Crossing The bridge was not new—but new-acknowledged. A weaving of polyroot crossing that curved but did not snap underfoot. Kids crossed it unhesitantly. The elders crossed it slowly, some for the first time in years. Elira crossed it carefully, hand tracing the balustrade. Caelan, on the opposite side, shouted, "Still certain about your weight?" "I'm counting on the threads," she shouted back, "and on the hands that bound them."

"Still asking the wrong question." His smile faded slightly. "What am I now isn't important." The battlefield grew colder. "What I became is." Silence. The Endwalker stepped forward. "You crossed beyond recursion." The young man nodded. "Yes." "You crossed beyond convergence." "Yes." "You crossed beyond continuity." "Also yes." The Sovereign's eyes narrowed. "Impossible." The newcomer looked toward it. "Yet here I am." Nobody liked that answer. Ethan felt the white divergence reacting harder now. Pulling him forward.

Eternal. The swarm will come. But we’ll meet it stronger. Burning brighter. Wings and sunrise. Husband and wife. Bodies and souls. Together. Forever. Beautiful things get honeymoons. And ours? It’s eternal fire. Consuming. Unquenchable.

Our obsession shows our ETERNAL LOVE We are each other's ETERNAL OBSESSION. THE END

It made me feel so desperate that I couldn’t even fathom what was happening to me. But when I heard that voice that stabbed through me like a firey spear, I knew it was all over. I had returned to my worst nightmare, and this time, I would never escape it. It was no other than my eternal prison, and it welcomed me back with open arms.

Marcus didn’t move. Didn’t look away. The faint smirk vanished. Something rawer took its place. Something hungry and primal. The air thickened. Charged with something more than tension. Something deeper. Something that had been building for days, weeks—something neither of them had fully named. Ethan swallowed once. Marcus crossed the distance with their lips—slow and deliberate. One warm, damp hand slid to the back of Ethan's neck. He pulled him in. Their mouths crashed together.