Eternal Heart Novels & Stories

asked the man behind the elder, speaking seriously and angrily as he thought of the arrogant people within the eternal palace. “The eternal heart? Perhaps they haven’t forgotten it, but they are trying to change it! Well, it’s only natural for them to act that way given the current situation,”

_____FLASHBACK_____ In fact, after losing his wife and falling into a severe depression that almost cost him his life, Mr. Vigan met Ms. Jasmine in the supermarket where he had gone to buy first-aid products. Ms. Jasmine insisted on treating him, and he returned that day with a new glimmer of hope in his heart. His wife, his better half, had passed away, but now he wanted to live for himself. He had made certain resolutions and vowed to perform acts that would honor his wife from beyond the grave.

A small heart is drawn beneath the words with the careful precision of someone who practiced the gesture multiple times before committing it to paper. My lip curls before I can stop the reaction. Not from disgust—not entirely. Just... discomfort. A hollowness that spreads through my chest like cold water, nameless and aching. My fangs press into the soft flesh of my bottom lip, sharp enough to draw tiny pearls of blood that taste of copper and regret. Eternity. As if any anyone could comprehend what that word truly meant. As if forever was something romantic rather than the rising of bars to cage in everything beautiful in the world.

“It should not have a voice.” Auren stepped forward. “But it does.” The newborn universe expanded. Stars ignited. Galaxies formed. Planets appeared. Then— one planet became brighter than the rest. A black sphere emerged from its surface. Kael narrowed his eyes. “That's not a planet.” The First Creator stared. “No.” His voice trembled. “That's a Heart.” Auren's eyes widened. “A Heart?” The Creator nodded. “The same kind of Heart that exists inside you.” Auren touched his chest.

“Ethan is connected to it, and the global synchronization is accelerating. If it reaches one hundred percent, every dormant subject will awaken simultaneously.” “And what happens then?” Damien asked. Adrian hesitated. “We don’t know.” “Fantastic,” Christopher muttered. “Another plan based on absolutely nothing.” “There’s more,” Adrian continued. “The Heart isn’t just a machine. It’s built around a living core.” My mother’s face tightened. “Your father called it the Origin Engine.” I stared at her. “My father built that thing?” “Your biological father helped discover it. Victor turned it into a weapon.” “And Seraphine?”

The thinking heart forever. Crib five: Selene Origin forever. Silver-white hair floor length at birth, eyes open now forever, moon tattoo white small on forehead forever, small finger clear with white heart gold thread inside forever. Three hearts ghost faintest forever: human from Grace forever, Ghost from Marcus and me and the first Ghost girl who loved a wolf forever, Luna Origin heart from first wolf and empty origin forever.

i could see the gray outer lining on his chocolate brown iris . I felt comfortable with him ... I felt like i could open up my heart . I felt safe . I felt secured . His warmthness made me lean into him more . His smile made my heart beat fast . I never felt that way before . Nor have i let any man near me by will But Zander ...he seems to find his way in my heart ..as the special person . I smiled unknowingly . I felt happy . The emotion only my family could give me . But now ...i think this person might be special anyway .

I stopped in my tracks, and stared at the covered stage, hoping to see a person on it. The curtains still covered the entirety of the elevated platform, but I could hear silent footsteps behind it. Then, a gentle strum of an electric guitar echoed in the hall. “What…?” I quietly gasped. That was so clean! I could feel goosebumps from every part of my body, and I stood stone in my position, overwhelmed. A gentle chord after chord followed in pursuit, and as I listened closely, it felt like I could discern the emotions behind the played music. Grief, loneliness… anger.

And they will forever have my heart. Undeniably, unequivocally, and until eternity do us part. * * * - - - - - To Be Continued - - - - -

The crowd dispersed as interested participants trickled into the next compartment. Out of nowhere, Clara’s happy face jumped into view. "Hey, you” She smiled, her eyes twinkling behind the purple hue surrounding them. She was partyborn, a stark contrast to the rummage that sat in her stomach. She wanted nothing more than to go back home. She looked down at what was in her hand. Its tip was golden sparks of fur.