Eternal Heart Novels & Stories

In them I see eternity, and all the love my heart could wish to hold. "And there never shall be," he vows. Our promise sealed, and destiny reclaimed. Always.

I sat next to her and nudged her upper arm. “Do you know what Aeternum means?” I asked her. “Yes, I do. It’s an old word we no longer use. It means eternal being—Faith.”

I shudder to think how much time has passed since I last saw you. Do not come for me, your life is not worth it. Your destiny is far greater than you know. There is evil coming far beyond what you can imagine. I wish I knew who he was or how to tell you to ward against him. I love you with all of my heart, I will always love you, Mama * Garreth

everywhere was dead silent. “We are the Barca empire!!! a faction of the Daga empire that has remained loyal to the Firstborn of the Daga lineage. Our unwavering allegiance has led to a rift with our brethren, and I had hoped that a resolution could be reached through diplomacy but it seems our brothers choose otherwise.” He looked round seeing he had the attention of everyone he continued.

The word on her throat had changed again. It no longer said THE END OF VANE. It said: ETERNAL. Vane held her tightly, his head resting against hers. He was shaking, his body radiating a heat that was almost unbearable. “Is it over?” Elara whispered. “The crisis is over,” Vane said, his voice a hoarse wreck. “But the Covenant is permanent. We are linked now, Elara. Your heart beats with mine. If I die, you die. If you bleed, I feel the pain.”

"I am whole. We are whole." Ethan stood completely still, his breath locking in his chest as if he had been struck by a physical blow. Beneath his broad palm, beneath the layers of silk and skin, his dark, acute wolf senses caught it—a faint, delicate, yet impossibly strong second heartbeat, pulsing in perfect, harmonious rhythm with Lyra’s own. It was a tiny, fierce spark of life—a child born not of war, ambition, or political duty, but of pure, eternal love.

It resembled an altar, but not for worship. For testing. Kieran approached it. The structure was covered in glyphs, some familiar, some broken. Above it, suspended in that air, were seven translucent discs. Each one pulsed faintly, like a heartbeat. Below the discs, etched into the stone, glowed a phrase: “Only the silent may sing.” Kieran stared, trying to understand what this was asking of him. Then the discs began to hum. Not with sound but with memory. Each one projected a moment, faint and flickering.

I closed my eyes. "Please." My voice broke. "Not yet." I pressed my palms together. "We're not finished yet." The door opened. The attending physician stepped into the corridor, still wearing her gloves. Her face told me she hadn't come out to reassure us. She looked directly at me. "His heart has gone into a dangerous rhythm. We're treating it now, but he's becoming unstable." Behind her, the monitor alarm started again. And for the first time, I understood what Status 1A really meant. We weren't simply waiting for a heart anymore. We were racing his.

Rowan muttered. “Yes,” the elder said quietly. “Which is why it stirred.” Kael felt tension coil inside him. “You’re implying the heart and Mira are connected.” “They are.” Elara’s breath caught. “In what way?” The elder’s expression grew grave. “The heart does not create power. It amplifies it. If left unanchored, it will seek to bond.” “With her,” Kael said. “Yes.” “And if we refuse?” The elder held his gaze. “It will seek another vessel.”

Anthony pinched her nose when she asked this to him. “ Yes! You're my forever,my love.” Anthony winked and kissed him passionately. The End