Eternal Faith Drama Novels & Stories

- Lin Ye Xie said Yin Zi Jue frowned and his bewitching purple eyes turned darker. The law of the time, This element is the hardest yet rarest element in the ETERNAL UNIVERSE. Since ancient times, only the evil god was the one who knows the secrets behind the manipulation of the time law.

I said, standing up and grabbing the laptop. “What’s wrong?” Farah asked. “That’s it…” I mutter, “Stefan couldn’t force Faith into taking the pact.” “What do you mean?” Dominique asked as he stood up, “Didn’t Stefan force you?” “Yes, but he couldn’t with Faith because Faith’s role is to take life. And unless you voice out the pact contract words, it won’t work!” I said. Now I knew what happened. He killed Faith, but not completely. Faith is immortal. So he would survive. It would take him time to recover, but he would still be alive. Smiling, I stare at the image.

It’s for your own safety, cousin. Maya looked like she wanted to scream, but she just nodded and went back to scrubbing. By the third day, the pressure was reaching a breaking point. The news was filled with images of Silas and Elena. They were hosting “Traditionalist Galas” every night, telling the public that Faith was a fraud who was holding the wolf spirit hostage.

Meanwhile, Erito’s both hands were seen hugging tightly his elder brother, without any thought to release his hug. “Their bodies are eternal… Their loves are eternal as well… Their handsome, gorgeous, perfect faces are eternal…” uttered Rendy Pluto. “Their attractive, charming and perfect bodies are also eternal…” mumbled Pierre Zhaopardy. “Is this the so-called eternal love?” Paul Jayden’s rhetorical question was heard.

" You're right but there are levels of immortality, three levels, the uno eternal, an Immortal that does not age and die, they heal when they're wounded but gets killed by specific weapons and ways, vampires and demons are an example, then the second, the dos eternal, this immortals have a specific number of lives, you kill, they return until their spare lives are exhausted and the last of all, the tres eternal, the one most supreme beings are, just like me, nothing, nothing can kill us, we're Immortal forever but the third eternal is divided into many stages, when the time comes, you'll know them but I am one that can't be killed, I feel no pain, no weapon can pass through me, I'm forever e

Eventual—eventual correction. From isolation. For lifetime. Believing. Waiting. Maintaining—maintaining faith in karma that would deliver—deliver what she couldn't. Forever. **To be continued**

There at the center of every gaze, he'd forgotten even to set the letter knife down. He opened his mouth, wanting to call my name. But only a broken rasp of air came from his throat. A mouthful of blood surged out, spattering across those scraps of pure-white gown. A ghastly sight. Amid the horrified screams of the whole hall, he collapsed in the church he'd decorated himself. This wedding that no one attended ended, in the end, as a farce. And I, far away in the polar region, was recording the first set of data sent back from the deep sea.

But what is a god to truth incarnate? Kieran crawled back to the altar, his limbs trembling under the weight of what he had seen. The book still hovered in the air, its pages yawning open like a wound in the fabric of reality. Symbols split across them in spirals and ratios, bleeding into one another, whispering truths that no human mind was meant to hold. He ripped out a bit of a page and pulled out a pen from his pocket and wrote, “You’re not supposed to be here.” The cathedral began to pulse again, as if reacting to his defiance. The entity leaned closer, its presence folding the space around him like paper.

We were trapped in an endless cycle of pursuit and death, all because of one woman's delusional entitlement. "There has to be a way to break it," I said desperately. "Some way to sever the connection." Mr Blake was quiet for a long moment, staring into the flames. "There might be," he said finally. "But it would require Margaret to let go of her obsession willingly. And after five lifetimes of feeding her hatred..." "She'll never let go," Thomas finished grimly. The cottage fell silent except for the crackling of the fire. I closed my eyes, trying to process everything I'd learned. The weight of multiple lifetimes pressed down on me, memories of love and loss spanning centuries.

Helpless before her. The power was no longer rising — it was consuming. The walls trembled with each pulse of her magic, the floor cracked beneath her bed as invisible roots of energy dug into the earth, pulling from something far deeper than this realm. The air itself grew thick — not just with magic, but with presence. Something older. Something divine. Her wolf wasn’t just waking. She was ascending. “Marlyn,” Darian said without tearing his eyes away from Seraphina, “what the hell is happening to her?”