Eternal Melody Novel Novels & Stories

I love how open Everly is to what I enjoy with sex, and it seems she enjoys my darker tastes. I forget that Everly is dark herself. Her family may be loving, caring, and supportive of one another, but they are the descendants of Death. Death isn’t rainbows and butterflies. I think I let myself be fooled by her innocence and her being a virgin. I thought it made her naive as if she couldn't handle my darkness. However, Everly is dark too. It's a different darkness, but it’s still darkness. A darkness I refused to see because I knew once I did, I would completely fall for her.

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.”

Niamh, her senses heightened, nodded, "It's a convergence. All these visions, memories, possibilities — they're converging here." Ezra, always eager to decipher mysteries, mused, "This could be the crux of our quest. The very essence of the Song of the Ancients might be centered here." Malachi, peering into the swirling nexus, remarked, "There's a pattern — a melody that's both hauntingly familiar and entirely new." Liora, her ethereal voice resonating with the pulse, intoned, "This is the Heartbeat of Realms, the central melody that binds, balances, and propels every reality. Listen, understand, and harmonize."

CHAPTER 86 ~GABRIELLA'S POV~ “Mountains and valleys, our howls always reach them. Pouring our hearts in this world for her gifts and... Stable and peaceful forever, she keeps it. But she is gone, and this void only deepens. Touching so gently yet wipes even stars. Gone in a blink and returns in a bod. Holy she is, and unholy she falls. But who, in the end, will be one with a god?” Why? Why do I always come across this same melody every time I close my eyes? This song keeps repeating in my head, like it's trying to pass me a message. It reaches out from before the memories I have and beyond the memories I am yet to attain. I and my mate danced to the violin that played this song, but I feel l

“I will be my very equivalent’s reflection’s guardian.” TO the dark melody that claims him back into reality and his present world and where he currently dwells within. The symphony that HE is playing and deliberately shouting to the eternity of what lies ahead of each one’s fate and destiny. He pretends to read the book as he is just flipping the pages to where his very familiarity towards it is eminent and of it is the thing, he has grown up to learn and memorize by heart. Each flip of the pages, each scan of the words, and by the role of each sentence, one name always comes at the end. With the melody and the darkness, it brings and dwells within, as HIS very words are informing him of ev

Grace Winter gave a kick on her stomach. "Don't ever appear in front of me. If you do, It will be your last day" Jarel Hall gave her a warning before he left the place with Grace Winter. Back to the present, Katherine thought after the graduation from high school her life will become better, but she was wrong once again. She will never able to escape from this hell. She wants to end everything. Katherine punched the mirror with the strength she has. It was cracked all over the place. Katherine took a piece of glass and slit her wrist. The blood dripped from her wrist and reached the floor. Katherine was happy thinking that she was going to have an eternal sleep which she was longing for. Kat

“No, you weren’t the first. But, you were the first in a long time. Perhaps your punishment was too harsh. I cannot change the past but I can try to better the future. Your life on earth must come to an end, dear child but considering all the pain and suffering that you have had to endure, you deserve to be happy in eternity. “When you and Garin return to Harlem, you will find that the segregation between angels and demons there is no more. You will be able to spend your eternal life with the one you love, as will the others.” Garin looked at Hannah and she at him. It was an unexpected turn of events but it was a good one; a very good one. It was a good deal, and they were both willing to ta

But with Alpha Evan, it was completely different, starting from the way my body seemed to react to his right down to the way he made me feel. Alarm bells seemed to go off in my head as he pressed our bodies close together, caging me in his arms. And that wasn't even the worst part. The worst part was that I didn't want him to let go, ever. Heck, if I died right then, I'd die a happy woman. This was bad. Very, very bad. "Look at me, Melody," came his voice from above me. And reluctantly, I did as he asked, choosing to look at his nose instead for I was feeling way too shy to look directly into his eyes.

"She’s no worse than a devil, Melody is the cause behind everything.” “Do you think she’s the one who created the music box?” "I don’t know, but there has to be something we are missing in that diary,” Lyon said before he grabbed the book from my hands. As he grabbed the book he flipped the pages "Wait a minute, there is something written on the last page.” he whispered to himself "Let me see that" I grabbed to book from his hands and read it out loud "From your birth to your grave, the music follows you all the way. You don’t find the music it founds you. Giving attention to the music could lead to death but it’s the only way out. Unfortunate are those who have the power of the dream.”

” Melissa roared in rage. “S-shut it! SHUT IT! SHUT IT! SHUT IT! Do you think you can trick me? Master Favela was originally immortal! There was no Eternal nonsense…!” “Then you’d rather spend your entire lifespan who you know will be with another after you died? Being nothing but another ‘one’ for him?! Open your eyes Orinda, this love is a lost cause! You can always join me you know if it’s to bring your mother back to life I can always do that,” Melissa tried to persuade. Truly, killing Jerry would be such a waste but if she managed to recruit him? Better.