Eternal Mangekyou Novels & Stories

Our obsession shows our ETERNAL LOVE We are each other's ETERNAL OBSESSION. THE END

The Baron giggled when he saw my awkward reaction. “Its okay...” He smiled and fell silent for a moment. “By the way, my name is Sakamaki Yuu. I came from a world called Earth, in a place called Japan.” He said. “Eh... Japan, huh? I see.” I smiled. We fell silent again as the both of us got absorbed in our thoughts. As I glanced from the corner of my eyes, I noticed Izana stroking the Baron’s hair gently. He seemed to really like the Baron. I’m glad that I brought him along. I chuckled silently.

As they approached the sacred grounds, the air seemed to hum with a palpable energy—an anticipation of the discussions that would shape the future of their kind. The entrance to the elders' sanctum loomed before them, adorned with intricate carvings that told the tales of generations past. Seraphina, her scarlet eyes glinting with a mix of reverence and determination, led the way. Adrian, his werewolf features a testament to the unity forged in recent battles, followed closely, while the hybrid child walked beside them, a living symbol of the prophecies that had unfolded.

Eireen said, while our professor hadn't arrived yet. Our course has to do with martial arts and so on. Our classmates are all boys; only a few women are fond of these sports. "I will still give my life, Eireen. It is destined to be my personality, so I am the only one left of my clan." I answered, that people like us know about my personality except for the people we just met. Yes, not all of our classmates are humans but different types of creatures that work in the Organization and under the management of Maria Vero.

As Naraja finished his first introduction with an awkward knead, he brought attention to the back of his neck towards the person, Nai, whom he was starting to have this strong peculiar feeling of; love, surge up inside of him again. Nai: “Ummmm.. sure, s~uure, so yeah my name is Nai and don’t get too anxious about that moment,..earlier it was actually quite cute he~he, but anyway we are your comrades: Saint Teresa Of Avila, John Of The Cross, and Anima….sh~eee actually has an interesting particular ability that I like to call if I remember correctly, h~mm, Maladaptive Day-Dreaming and oh ye~aah she’s also deaf/mute or something like that, but anyway then there’s Eli, but you have to always

“Do what?” Evy waved her hands as if swinging something heavy. “The Hammer. How did you do it?” “Oh. Do you mean this?” Oma presented her hand, then as if it were magic, something materialized on her fingers, particles glowing before a tangible hammer with an intricate design turned up. She still couldn’t believe her eyes and walked closer to take a look at it. “How?” “I used to be an adventurer before I was a maid. This here is my core weapon. Veteran Adventurers who have managed to reach rank B can pull out their unique core weapon and use it for combat.”

I asked, my voice merely a whisper, "do vampires mate for eternity?" Lance took my face gently within his hands and looked directly into my eyes. "Yes, we mate not only for life, but for eternity." "Do you have a mate?" I asked, afraid of the answer. Lance smiled, amused by my interest. "If I would have, you would not be here." "Oh?" He took a deep breath, closing his eyes. "You would be dead," he said. He looked away, thinking, and then back into my eyes. "Do you remember when we met?"

The ammonia was suddenly just ammonia again , biting, sterile, and entirely unhelpful. I was kneeling on the marble floor of the conservatory, my hands steady, clearing the last shards of glass from the broken bottle of lemon polish. I felt nauseous, not from the chemical scent, but from the recent, sickening proximity of Ethan Grant.

🌑 Chains of Eternity Kael’s breath hung in his throat as he crouched behind the jagged ridge. His shadow trembled faintly beneath him, chains rattling in silence only he could hear. Below, the battlefield stretched like a grim stage set against the crimson fog—survivors, desperate and furious, struggling against the monster that dwarfed them. The creature was grotesque: a towering, skeletal beast, its hide patched with bony plates that gleamed sickly in the dim light. Each movement shook the ground. Its roar echoed through the air like a war drum, shaking Kael’s chest.