Eternal Heart Novels & Stories

" What else do you have to offer apart from that? " " You don't sell your soul to me, I send you back to the world of the living with immense power and make you become tres eternal.. " " Eternal?, same eternal that got killed by silver, isn't eternal suppose to be Immortal, everlasting creatures " " 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

But now— Darkness spread through it. Like ink in water. Corrupting. Consuming. And at the center— The Heart. Smaller here. But denser. More real. “You came to me,” it said, its voice no longer echoing—but close. Personal. Ethan stood, silver energy rising around him. “You wanted me.” The Heart pulsed slowly. “I am inevitable.” Ethan shook his head. “You’re persistent.” The Heart shifted, forming a more defined shape—almost human, but incomplete.

His heart that felt like being dried out by some sort of forces, and he would never allow anyone or any entities to erase some traces of his being! “Come out at once,” his gentle voice broke the silence of the night. One needs the enormous focus to realize what is wrong, but Eterfinite saw through everything. There's...a bit of death that slowly fades away in his heart. This aura of death...is once strong, yet how possible he able to surpass it?

The elder finally looked toward her directly now. “People have always died for the Heart.” His voice remained terrifyingly calm. “You simply never knew.” Silence crashed through the chamber again. Then the elder revealed another truth. “The sanctuary has maintained balance for centuries by sacrificing bonded pairs before synchronization completed fully.” Aria’s blood ran cold. Ronan’s grip around her arm tightened instinctively. Kael blinked slowly. “I’m sorry, what?” The elder spread his hands calmly. “The Heart feeds from bond energy. When synchronization reaches completion, the emotional connection between mates becomes powerful enough to sustain the Heart for another generation.”

The sensation of a heart turning to stone is not a sudden numbness. It is a slow, rhythmic agony of friction. Every time my left ventricle contracted to pump blood through my body, I felt the microscopic grind of quartz crystals forming along the myocardial wall. Silas was right about the biology of the Palace. The Elder resonance was too dense for a mature human vascular system. To channel the power of a god, you had to become the altar.

The second Icen Clayton Blackstone stepped into the room, Ember Heart knew he was trouble spelled in thick capital letters. His name had always been associated with scandal, and he had a lengthy history of affairs known to last for a month or less, thus earning him the name ‘Heartless Prince,’ and even worse, ‘Heart Ripper’. Yet, none of the articles she read had ever cautioned her about his magnetic sexual allure. Ember had seen drop-dead gorgeous men at the party, but there was something about Icen that compelled her to give him a second look even though he wore a masquerade mask.

' If he doesn't want to, tie him up himself. Ethan Wharton shook his head and explained around Kristen Oliver's waist. 'It is rumored in the medical field and on the black market that there is a demon heart, which is a human heart cultivated with high technology. It can be repaired by itself according to the patient's physique, and there is no need for external maintenance in the later stage. If I can find it, maybe I won't have to change my heart. ' The expression on Kristen Oliver's face went from disbelief to ecstasy. 'Really?'

It contained the complete formula and samples for the Blood Plague cure. "This is our deliverable," I pushed the box to the center of the table. "Please inspect it." Dorian picked up an equally beautiful wooden box and placed it on the table. "The Heart of Blood," he said simply. He opened it. Inside lay a red crystal, the size of a pigeon's egg. It pulsed with a faint red light, as if it were alive. So this was the legendary Heart of Blood. I reached for it at the same moment he did.