Eternal Night Falls Novels & Stories

Andres' voice in the video sounded indifferent and dismissive. Camellia's mind flashed back to the day Andres received the beads. "Cam, I'll always keep these with me, even in death," he had promised. The color drained from Camellia's face. She wanted to cry and let out all the pain, but no tears came. The light in her eyes had faded completely. Late at night, as the world slept, no one noticed when Eterna Haven went up in roaring flames. Andres was up early the next morning, preparing for the day.

“No.” “Do we run?” A slow, dangerous smile. Sirelia did not look at the glass, but through it, at the ruins of her dreams and the bones of old belief. “We remind her who she burned to get here.” And so history closed its eyes. In centuries to come, they would call it many things: The Night Without Stars. The Unmaking. The Final Refusal. But the Ashborn would never forget its real name. Seren’s Eclipse. The night the sky surrendered, and the world belonged, for the first time, not to gods or queens, but to itself.

“We have dismantled fate’s law, forged a new legacy. But the flame burns on... within us, and within her.” Lightning cracked, clouds parted, the unnatural dawn softened into pale gold. Above them, a single feather; silver at the base, ember at the tip, drifted downward, landing on Nyra’s outstretched palm. Nyra closed her fingers around it, feeling the pulse of life and death intertwined. She rose, lifting the feather high. “We are eternal !” The gathered throng cheered, fists pounded shields, wolves howled, ravens called, angels wept starlight.

ELENA The final rays of the evening sun sank behind the jagged peaks of the Southern ridge, throwing the sprawling valley into an ominous, blood-red shadow. Through the massive glass-domed pavilion of the eastern conservatory wing, the cascading waterfalls no longer looked turquoise; they ran like a river of thick, glowing crimson, catching the initial light of the rising blood moon. The clock struck nine. Three hours remaining until the midnight apex.

She raised her hand, and the shards in Kaelen’s hands began to float upward, being pulled toward the Dead Moon in the sky. "The 'Eternal Resonance' is being decommissioned," Elara announced, her voice sounding like the grind of tectonic plates. "The North will be allowed to remain in its grey state. It is a stable, non-disruptive existence. You should thank us for the silence." "The silence is a graveyard!" Kaelen roared. He stood up, his white-and-black hair standing on end as the "Twin Frequency" in his blood reached its terminal limit.

My suspension has been temporally lifted, allowing me to pass through. “Invoco elementum terrae. Invoco elemuntum aeris,” I chant another with Evander. “Invoco elemuntum aqua. Invoco elemuntum ignis.” The empty space in the large tree flickers blue. Still holding my hand, Evander and I walk through, emerging into the Covenstead. It’s obvious right away shit is going down tonight. “Our entire coven is pissed about this,” he whispers to me, taking his hand from mine and wrapping it protectively around my shoulders.

It was only ten years ago that something special happened, and this is accurately why he is here. Thuc clearly remembers that it was on a dark night, when the town where he lived had fallen asleep. Everyone has closed the door, the space is quiet, only the flickering lights of the late night remain. The space is so quiet that one can clearly hear the chirping of insects, and every so often the sounds of cars coming back late.

He sighed loudly “His always here” Following Andrei through the large stone archway, Summer was dumbstruck as she stepped into drunken chaos with eternal high beamed ceilings and gothic black pews on the floor at the far end, the bloodied angel was spectacular. Its fast green lasers swept the dancing corpses like a mop and propelled them into frenzied movements.

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.

A spectator would have mistaken them for four mad men who had successfully escaped the asylum. "We are Eternals. Our will is eternal. We will rise with the Supreme One. The Universe cannot bind us. For we are its binders." In this strange atmosphere filled with the crazed looks of possibly crazy men, this solemn vow was recited. The emperor looked towards where the illusionary eternal throne stood, with the actual King of Eternal Empire seated on it and said with a kind smile, "Girl, you best remember that."