Eternal Heart Novels & Stories

The days that followed were filled with a frantic energy, a desperate drive to prepare for the inevitable confrontation that loomed on the horizon like a gathering storm. Elena spent hours in the ritual chamber, the Heart of Eternity cradled in her hands. Its light pulsed with ancient power, a resonance that vibrated through her bones and settled in her chest like a second heartbeat. She could feel its connection to her, a bond forged in blood and fire, a promise of salvation that came with a terrible price. The Heart demanded everything, and she was prepared to give it. She had no choice. The Eternal Void was coming, and she would not let it take her family.

I continued to express my emotions, taking it all out. “Just looking at you made my day. I felt I couldn't be much happier. I am so lucky to have you as my wife. I couldn't ask for more when I have you.” Grinning, I whispered. “I know You are tired of this game of obsession, aren't you? But, Don't you think that obsession is also a form of love? That I am crazy and obsessed with my Love? Don't you get it? You are my Eternal Obsession. Even the universe cannot take you away from me and me away from you. I am made for you and you for me. We both are each other's obsession. That's what we are. Different from others. That's why there's no couple like us.”

" 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

I announced. “Welcome home, my Libulan,” he said, kissing my forehead lovingly. Our transparent bodies dispersed together with the gentle breeze of the solemn winds. As this happened, Sidapa’s last words faded along with the wind. “Now and forever, I am all yours. I will always love you, and will only yearn for you. We may forget each other, but my heart will forever remember your name. This is my eternal promise to you. Goodnight, my love.” THE END

Taking them to heaven and bringing them to pure bliss. Needing to catch her breath, she broke the mutual contact and watched as his eyes opened to gaze into the darkest part of her. "I have a request." She let out. Her heart beating so fast. "What request?" He asked. His breath coming out in gasps. "I need you to promise to never break my heart_" the tears rushed down her cheeks without a warning. "I need you to handle my heart with care. I_" her voice was so unsteady that it shook.

“Good. Time for one last dance.” Wren’s voice wove through us like silver threads. “Let us remind the void what love sounds like.” We answered the call. The journey to the Heart of the Between took Arian and her mates seven years aboard the Eternal Ember, a ship grown from the Nexus itself. Along the way they encountered worlds fallen silent populations lost in quiet despair, bonds frayed, stars dimming. Each time, the four of them retreated to the ship’s sacred heart chamber (a flawless recreation of Thornwood’s master chamber) and poured their love into the greater song.

Swiftly flicking his cigarette, he forcefully turned the steering wheel in the opposite direction, causing the car to spin in circles around the girl. On the other side, Hiya, with her heart pounding, witnessed a black Mercedes approaching rapidly. Overwhelmed with fear, she clasped her hands over her ears and shut her eyes tightly, anticipating an imminent tragedy. In that moment, she believed it was her last day in this world, facing an inevitable and untimely demise.

The door to Damien’s office creaked open, its sound loudly heard in the stillness of the moment. “Good afternoon, Mr. Anderson,” she said, her voice steady despite the rapid sound of her heartbeat. Her eyes flicked to her wristwatch—an attempt to maintain her composure in the presence of the man who now held her future in his hands.

London – Underground Vault, 03:00 A.M. The vault doors sealed with a hiss. Damian stood in front of an ancient server rig known only to four people in the world-two of whom were already dead. Selene entered without a word, handing him a biometric key. "Access is confirmed. The Black Channel is live." "Any trace of us?" "Scrubbed and masked," she replied. "And the decoy files were delivered to the Reyes Foundation two hours ago. If she opens them..."

A smile oozing with derision and venom. As I picked up the papers, all covered in Christopher's shoe marks, my mechanical heart was trembling faster than ever. It should not be trembling like this. My pupils were starting to dilate, and the couple that was leaving me behind became nothing but blurry circles. … A long, long time later, I wiped the blood off the corner of my mouth. As I stared at the papers that read 'artificial heart transplant,' my fingers brushed across the scar on my chest. The one that'd been there for seven years.