Eternal Night Falls Novels & Stories

But just as he walk away from the ancestral house, away from the warm around the residence that lurking just a kilometer area, the ear-piercing cry numb all ears. This have been filled the village in quite an hour now, in every time the sun sets for three days, but Eterfinite was so shock by the suddeness that his mind spun and his world go dark...and darker. Right before his vision dim and he felt the ground, his heart tremble with intensity. There's a call of longing...in every cry.

More and more dark clouds gathered, covering the village completely. It was as if Gemglass Village had been plunged into darkness, a stark contrast to its perfectly bright surroundings. Upon seeing this, the villagers stopped polishing their mirrors and cracked a few yawns, heading inside to get some rest. The people in the Eternal Sunshine Dimension followed the regular lifestyle of working after sunrise and resting after sunset. The only difference was that their sky was still bright after the sun had set. The Nightfall Well in Gemglass Village was able to create the illusion of nighttime, something that was considered a phenomenal sight in the Eternal Sunshine Dimension.

“To our gallery, and to my new beginning.” “Here’s to the future!” —A new beginning. A bright future. A future without him. And behind me, at the gallery entrance. Cedric fell to his knees, reaching out, trying in vain to catch the ashes that had long since scattered. The sun set. The eternal night began. But this time, in his eternal night, there was no one left to light a lamp for him.

As the sun dipped below the horizon, the golden afterglow stretched their shadows long, until they merged into one, indistinguishable from each other. This scene was more eternal than any painting Elara could ever create. Its name: "Freedom and Love." (The End)

The confidence that emanated from them made Zane and me proud. “Let’s go, guys,” I gestured. Zane, the soldiers and I marched forward, passing through the entrance. I could feel one thousand eyes on us for some reason. Still, I decided not to utter a word and go into the abyss to see for myself. All of a sudden, the surrounding scene changed. The Eternal Night Forest vanished like a mirage in the desert. The setting was then replaced by a barren blood-red wasteland. The ground cracked and we could all feel the tremor under my feet. The sky itself bowed and closed onto us, the atmosphere saturated with despair.

"I never wanted this. Leon, please, don't let her destroy tonight." "Enough," Leon said, voice dropping to that velvet-soft register that once made me feel safe. Now it froze my blood. "You humiliate yourself. This is Lysandra 's blessing, not your theater of grief." I stepped back, tears burning. "Do you remember what tonight is?" He blinked. "What?" "Our mating anniversary. The night you marked me." Silence. Then laughter—cruel, biting—from elder females. Lysandra smiled faintly. "Oh, I had not realized. Dates slipped my mind."

I knew it was only going to get colder as night fell. Near the crevice there were a few fingers of light creeping in. Some white, some yellow. A sure indicator that the sun was falling and casting one last burst of festive colors as it said farewell to the day. And offers the potential threat of hunting Eternus while I sleep. I waited, trusting that Lionel would return. He came with an armful of moss and lavender.

🌑 Chains of Eternity The road through the Nightmare was never the same twice. One moment, the ground was hard stone under their boots; the next, it was cracked earth littered with skeletal trees. A crooked moon hung above them like a watching eye, painting the world in pale silver.

I was pinned down but, I would fight with everything in me. I reached out to Rudolph through my mind and gave a mental image of everything. I knew now why I felt so connected to him. It had nothing to do with me, yet it felt like it had everything to do with me. I was his eternal soulmate. We were Shadows of the night passing each other, torn apart by death but, meant for each other by fate. Eternal soulmates, yet shadows in the dark. I reached for Rudolph with everything in me. I could almost see him in the field of flowers. He reached for me. I felt myself fading. Edgar must have figured out our connection in my mind cause he screamed.

It’s been erected in a larger, circular amphitheatre, rows of pew-like benches dotted sparsely with various members of the eternally faithful—vampires who have rejected immortal society completely to dedicate themselves to the goddess. It’s said that, for the first century of their dedication, the eternally faithful bury themselves away in trance for every night of the month except for the night of the new moon, when they rise from their hibernation to drink but a single sip of votive blood—immortal blood donated by the various vampires who pray and pay tribute to the goddess. None of the eternally faithful here are novices, however. These are all vampires who have spent at least three centu