Eternal Faith Drama Novels & Stories

"Their Alpha has challenged me for my title, under the next full moon." “Three weeks?” I whispered, unable to form the question any louder as fear for him pulsed through me. “It is plenty of time, we will solve the issue of your wings, and I will defeat him.” I wrapped my arms around him burying my head in his neck and smelling the clean manly scent of his skin. Somehow I wasn’t so sure either thing would work out. He bristled as my emotions seeped into him. “You just witnessed the miracle of life, have faith we may find another miracle.” He pressed his lips into my hair.

Whiles she sailed through her vindictive walk of thoughts he also had his; based on her nudity. They were two eternally fated lives in a recursive cycle of love and hate affair, stringed along an unimaginable orchestration of the goddesses in a reverse motion to propel happy ever after only if successful. NEHENDA and Marlon were bound by Fate for all lifetimes with an unresolved enmity of manipulated misunderstanding carried on from the past in their present life cycle which without resolution would never find love.

When it comes to utilizing and moving any individuals to the direction that you need, one of the easiest factor that one can utilize is faith. A beliefs and religion is a motivation that is very scary as it can easily made people do anything and till the end of their lives they would blindly believed that what they do it for their beliefs. As to that, that is why Aeternum is really different, because all of the religion that representing Aeternum people, all of these religion referred to Aeternum with respect and praised. The fact that many religion can exist in harmony in Aeternum is something that everyone can be relieved of, hence the Cathedral of Faith is one of the powerful organization

This was also the question everyone wanted to ask. “The longevity of an Eternal is actually fake. Although the body of an Eternal could continuously form vitality independently and they will not grow old or die, every Eternal will have to face a catastrophe after an epoch. This catastrophe is very deadly and very few people can successfully overcome it. After they get through it, they will have another epoch to squander. Otherwise, they would naturally become ashes under the catastrophe. Their bodies and souls will thus perish,” Celeste patiently explained. The women looked at each other.

I sat next to her and nudged her upper arm. “Do you know what Aeternum means?” I asked her. “Yes, I do. It’s an old word we no longer use. It means eternal being—Faith.”

"But first, let me take Seraphina to her resting chambers. Her meat suit is exhausted from being in dragon form for so long." "How long was she like that?" Hazel asked. "Almost three days. Her dragon got angry after her Eternal was kidnapped." "Her Eternal?" Hazel questioned. "Eternals are what we call our mates, since once we meet our mates, we get to live for an eternity if no one kills us," Layla explained while she took Seraphina in her arms. "That's fascinating," Declan was amused. They all followed Layla into the resting chambers. "Woah, this is nice," Declan praised as he noticed the sky outside through the open crater atop the gigantic nest that Layla placed Seraphina in.

Through impossible proof. And now Diana experiences it. Death as transformation. Not ending. Continuation in different form. Finally. Completely. Forever. Diana is free. Released. Continuing. Different but present. Gone but never forgotten. Changed but still loved. Forever. Always. Eternally. The matriarch has moved on. The family continues. The legacy remains. Diana's spirit watches over them. Always. Forever. Eternally. That's enough. That's everything. That's perfect. Diana's final days end. Diana's eternal presence begins. Both real. Both true. Both beautiful.

The echoes of distant howls and the clash of weapons reverberated through the air, signaling the escalation of hostilities that tore at the fabric of the supernatural realms. Seraphina, with Adrian's note clutched tightly in her hand, stood on the threshold of the birthing sanctuary. The invincible threads, though resilient, seemed to vibrate with the tremors of conflict that echoed from afar. The birthing sanctuary, once a sanctuary of dreams, now faced the harsh reality of a world torn asunder.

It’s been erected in a larger, circular amphitheatre, rows of pew-like benches dotted sparsely with various members of the eternally faithful—vampires who have rejected immortal society completely to dedicate themselves to the goddess. It’s said that, for the first century of their dedication, the eternally faithful bury themselves away in trance for every night of the month except for the night of the new moon, when they rise from their hibernation to drink but a single sip of votive blood—immortal blood donated by the various vampires who pray and pay tribute to the goddess. None of the eternally faithful here are novices, however. These are all vampires who have spent at least three centu