Novel & Cerita Eternal Fleet

**Seras:** “Sunrise and dragonfire for vanguard. Bonds as command links.” Remy grins. **Remy:** “Pack tactics scaled global. Fast strike teams.” I look around the table—real and holo. **Celeste:** “Name: Terra Vigil Alliance. Fleet: EDF – Earth Defense Force. Command rotated—USSF, Court, Shambhala council. No one realm dominates.” Silence—considering. Colonel Reyes first. **Colonel Reyes:** “Accepted. Joint Chiefs sign.”

"Only a thousand more to go." "We don't have time for a thousand villages, Eryx," I said, looking at the Golden Gate on the horizon. "The Blood-Lords were just the vanguard. The Fourteen Thrones are empty, but the High Council of the East is still holding the keys to the Eternal Noon". Suddenly, a shadow fell over Aethel-Gard. It wasn't a cloud, and it wasn't a titan. It was a Mirror-Ship—a vessel made of the same silver-glass as the Spire, but its sails were made of woven human hair.

"A flagship?" I whispered, the word feeling like lead on my tongue. "They’re turning the Earth into a ship?" "Not just a ship," Fenris said, his face illuminated by the flickering red status screens. "A **Dreadnought**. They’ve realized that the 'Intersection'—this hybrid of magic and data—is the perfect fuel. They aren't going to process us one by one anymore. They’re going to fuse the entire biosphere into a singular, sentient engine."

achieve the same power through surgery and software. "This is blasphemy," Elder Cang muttered, though he didn't dare speak too loudly. He was now the "Technical Advisor" for the sect, a title he hated but couldn't refuse. "You are turning the path of immortality into a manufacturing line." "I'm turning it into a survival strategy, Elder," Scarlett countered, without looking up from her HUD. "The 'immortality' you seek is useless if a Creator-class fleet vaporizes this mountain from orbit." Suddenly, the Stellar Navigator let out a piercing, rhythmic alarm.

A growing tension hung in the air, foreshadowing difficult times ahead. Eventually, the show came to an end and everyone had to return home. Shola was waiting outside the exhibition venue when a Mercedes car pulled up in front of her and honked its horn. The window rolled down on Shola's side and she realized it was Sègla behind the wheel. He was driving a very luxurious car that was very rare to see in the city. He was quick to offer Shola a lift, but she declined the offer, and at the same time, Fèmi arrived with his motorcycle. He'd picked it up from the bike warden. Sègla honked again, then drove off. A few seconds later, Fèmi also started up, with Shola sitting behind him on his motorcy

Elsa, who had sensed that shifted her face. "Think about it, Elsa. It's only for a year and during that year, you will have access to my properties and resources. In return, my mother will get to meet her grandchildren as she had always wanted. Remember you are not going to lose anything, in fact, you have a lot to gain than I have. It's a marriage of convenience, with no strings or feelings attached. And after one year, we will go our separate ways and never meet each other," "Just like that?" She asked, showing interest in the deal. Her body was getting calmed and her face was becoming soft. Chester sensed that and continued to lure her into accepting the contract.

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

“No, you weren’t the first. But, you were the first in a long time. Perhaps your punishment was too harsh. I cannot change the past but I can try to better the future. Your life on earth must come to an end, dear child but considering all the pain and suffering that you have had to endure, you deserve to be happy in eternity. “When you and Garin return to Harlem, you will find that the segregation between angels and demons there is no more. You will be able to spend your eternal life with the one you love, as will the others.” Garin looked at Hannah and she at him. It was an unexpected turn of events but it was a good one; a very good one. It was a good deal, and they were both willing to ta

Andres' voice in the video sounded indifferent and dismissive. Camellia's mind flashed back to the day Andres received the beads. "Cam, I'll always keep these with me, even in death," he had promised. The color drained from Camellia's face. She wanted to cry and let out all the pain, but no tears came. The light in her eyes had faded completely. Late at night, as the world slept, no one noticed when Eterna Haven went up in roaring flames. Andres was up early the next morning, preparing for the day.

As they approached the sacred grounds, the air seemed to hum with a palpable energy—an anticipation of the discussions that would shape the future of their kind. The entrance to the elders' sanctum loomed before them, adorned with intricate carvings that told the tales of generations past. Seraphina, her scarlet eyes glinting with a mix of reverence and determination, led the way. Adrian, his werewolf features a testament to the unity forged in recent battles, followed closely, while the hybrid child walked beside them, a living symbol of the prophecies that had unfolded.