Eternal Nights 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.

“In their castle beyond night Gather the Gods in Darkness, With darkness to pattern man’s fate. The colors of darkness are no monotonous hue- For the blackness of Evil knows various shades, Full many as Evil has names.” Karl Edward Wagner

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.

Dang, I can’t remember the code! Did my dad say 9122? No, it had an eight in it, I think. I can hear heavy gunfire downstairs and I can’t help but feel overwhelmed. I start to cry because I literally can’t still remember the freaking code! Okay, okay, I need to calm down. Despite the commotion downstairs, I take in a deep breath and I try to calm myself. “9182.” I say to myself and it clicks in my head. That’s the code! “9182.” I say again as I press the numbers on the keypad.

As the voice faded, an enormous column of crimson light erupted far beyond the northern mountains. Orion stared toward the distant horizon. His face lost all color. "The Fortress of Eternal Night..." "The Third Key has awakened."

Not in body, but in presence. A mantle of shadows took over the clearing. The torches went out with a sharp crack. The ancestral runes of the Lycans, the ones that protected the ritual, burned and dissolved like ash carried by the wind. The moon, previously red, went completely dark for a second. And a voice, whispered by a thousand mouths, spoke not to the ears but to the soul of everyone present: “The Daughter recognizes the Mother. The Blood has been sealed. The Womb will be opened. The Ancient will return through the flesh of the Chosen One. And with it… The Eternal Night.”

I could see the individual pores on his skin, the twitch of a muscle in his jaw. "Can he hear us?" Thorne asked. "No," the technician said, her voice shaking. "His perception of sound is already shifting into the megahertz range. To him, our voices are just a low, eternal groan that will take decades to finish a single syllable." "And to him... how long until he leaves this room?" Thorne's voice was full of a terrible, clinical awe. "In our time? He’ll vanish in about ten seconds," she replied. "But for Elias... he’ll be sitting in that chair, watching us, for the next sixty-five million years. To him, these ten seconds are the rest of eternity."

The nightclub was louder than I imagined. Flashing lights danced wildly across the crowded room while heavy music blasted through the speakers, vibrating through my entire body. The smell of alcohol, perfume, and cigarette smoke filled the air, making it hard to breathe properly. Bodies moved against each other on the dance floor like they had no care in the world. Meanwhile, my own world had just shattered a few hours ago. Alex , Pamela's boyfriend, had escorted us to the vip section he reserved.

She touched his hands. “Does forever exist? I don’t think of that Eve, I want to be with you now and I don’t care about what tomorrow would bring. That’s what I think of not forever because it doesn’t exist.” Eve looked away from him after his words and returned her gaze to the scanty stars. “We should go in, the night is getting cold.” He disengaged from her body and she felt the cold when he left her. “There’s gonna be shooting star tonight, I’m waiting for it.” Her hands went over to the railings and she held them.

It reaches all the way down past my heart, into my soul. We rise, higher and higher, and it’s as smooth as water. The readings measure as we approach the atmosphere of this planet that never even had a name, and then rise up out of it. It’s dark in space. It’s cold. “Are you ready?” Valen asks again. The Neron in my hands is humming, ready and willing. “I’m ready.”