Eternal Heart Novels & Stories

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.

The tiny, folded slip of paper , Ethan Grant’s phone number , had become my personal religion. For fourteen agonizing days, it had lived tucked deep inside the stitching of my uniform apron, a burning coal against my skin. Two weeks. I had survived two weeks of perfect silence, two weeks of scrubbing floors and polishing secrets, pretending the warm pressure of his lips on my cheek had been nothing but a fever dream.

(Elijah) Elijah cautioned, her voice growing more serious. The Eternal Night Division was one of Aeternum's many secret military divisions, but it was by far the most formidable. In comparison to the Special Forces, the Eternal Night Division surpassed them in every aspect—physical attributes, effectiveness, and tactical prowess. What made them even more extraordinary was that every soldier in the division was a vampire, giving Aeternum a literal army of undying elite soldiers at its disposal. However, it was precisely because they were vampires that their existence had to remain a secret. In the current age, vampires were still regarded as evil beings rather than just another race of humans

They had become conduits of divine love, vessels of cosmic energy, embracing the eternal dance of creation and transformation. As they stood at the threshold of eternity, Isabella's voice echoed with a resonance that transcended language. "Luca, my eternal love, can you feel the boundless depth of our connection? We have transcended the limitations of mortal existence, merging our souls into an eternal tapestry that weaves through the realms of time and space."

"Yes, Aella. You are my heartbeat. How can one survive without a heart?" "I love you Ace; I love the way you love Mia. You are such a good father." "I love you too Aella, and thank you for giving me, Mia" "Well, that explains why I ended up with baby number two." I laugh, kissing my wife. "Let me show you how much I have missed you." She is mine, she is my heartbeat, and as long as my heart keeps beating, I will know that she is mine. And at that moment, surrounded by Aella's smile and love, I knew strongly that our love would outlast even the setting sun.

And years from now, I would come to relive the worst of my nightmares, those memories embedded deep in my soul, with no hope of release. My eternal prison.

Survival, I am learning, is sometimes just choosing not to open certain wounds. The air shifts. Reality tightens like a held breath. Eternal stands in the center of the hall. She does not arrive. She is simply there. Seventeen forever. Silver-and-black hair caught between states. Eyes mismatched and endless. “I have information,” she says. Her voice is layered—Tempest beneath something older. “The pain shared it while I held it suspended.” Every hammer in the hall stills. “Emptiness is not destroying what it consumes,” Eternal continues. “It is storing it. Compressing matter, memory, and concept into a pocket dimension outside conventional reality.”

Alpha patted on her back, while still staring inside, the tray held a beating heart, which was full of blood pumping out, as fresh as if recently pulled out of some animal. "My prayers will render it beating through out, it will be alive forever, till you find you destination. Then you will be triumph and control the rest of the hearts of each and every one in the world, with the love inside this feminine heart. I pray thee, this heart beats forever, and you get stronger with it. Let it not wither, else you wither too!", his voice echoed in the room, as he spoke while holding the heart high in his hands, and putting it in the box, locking it from the above.

Meanwhile, Erito’s both hands were seen hugging tightly his elder brother, without any thought to release his hug. “Their bodies are eternal… Their loves are eternal as well… Their handsome, gorgeous, perfect faces are eternal…” uttered Rendy Pluto. “Their attractive, charming and perfect bodies are also eternal…” mumbled Pierre Zhaopardy. “Is this the so-called eternal love?” Paul Jayden’s rhetorical question was heard.

Only the gentle rhythm of being— each soul a note in the eternal song. Some still told stories of Seren, of the Blood Moon that became the heart of everything. Others simply felt her presence in their dreams— a whisper of comfort, a breath reminding them to live. And somewhere beyond the veil of stars, the Heart pulsed quietly, a steady, eternal rhythm keeping the universe alive. --- The Final Breath When the last star of a far future flickered out, its light did not die. It returned— folding back into the Heart that had birthed it.