Eternal Nights Novels & Stories

But right now, I've added hunting down Emily to the list. Watching the lonely and confused woman walk out of sight, I wished that things didn't turn out the way it did. I have always hoped that things will work out between them because I could practically feel the chemistry flowing through them but Emily had to booze in and spoil everything, pushing Cardin's Derka out to the surface permanently then forcing me to erase Lucy's memory because leaving it will only warrant her coming back to ask questions and look for Cardin which is something that shouldn't happen. For those of you wondering what Derka is, it is a feral and stronger vampire, hidden in vampires who have Alpha blood and character

; it was the "Atmosphere." Audrey and Lucas, sitting in the "Control-Room-of-Eternity," watched as the "Total-Union" hummed along. They saw "New-Generations" of life being born into a world where "Pain" was a "Story" and "Work" was a "Dance." They saw the "Soot" falling like "Snow" on the "Plains-of-Oura," a "Sacred-Reminder" of the past. The "Infinite-Cycle" was "Perfect." "Is it... 'Enough,' Audrey?" Lucas asked, his voice a "Soft-Rumble" in the "Total-Field."

“The First Dark is eternal. Unchanging. It will exist long after everything else fades. That seems better. That seems safer.” “Safer is not always better. Eternal is not always desirable.” I stood. “The First Dark exists forever but it does not change. Does not grow. Does not learn. It is the same today as it was billions of years ago. That is not living. That is just existing. There is a difference.” “What difference?”

However, he never showed himself, leaving me with no chance to vent my frustration. This absurd routine continued until the Snowcrest New Year. It was the grandest festival on the Snowcrest Plateau. To my surprise, John did not show up. By the time the sun was setting, I overheard people talking. Another avalanche had struck the Skyspire Mountains. My eyelid twitched. A moment later, the neighbor’s daughter spotted me and asked in surprise, “Dr. Summer, isn’t that handsome guy with you? He went to get you a gift, didn’t he?”

Kieran gulped as he carried on reading. “It does not walk, for it has no need; it does not breathe, as it has no use. It is here; it is there; therefore, it is everywhere. For you are damned, child; you can call it whatever you want, a king, a god or more. It is…” The cathedral darkened. Not with a shadow but with an absence. The constellations above blinked out, one by one, until only a single spiral remained, a burning gold against the void.

Erika said to the two in front of us, I just breathed. "No one can betray them because they have strange devices in their bodies that they cannot remove because that person is the only one who can do it. If they want to disappear, they will die." Señior Dracula said to us. "For every replacement Elders, there is a device that will be inserted into them and that is the device made by Señior Matt even Maria Vero does not know its formula." Maria Irene answered us and Erika and I were wowed. The dead will be able to remove it from them, Señior Matt is no longer there to be removed.

The prophecy is haunting my every waking moment. My gaze rests on the ancient tablet adorned with cryptic runes. Its weight is symbolic of the situation I face. The prophecy foretold a time of perpetual twilight and dangerous consequences for humans and supernaturals alike. It is my responsibility to uncover what the eternal night means for my vampire family. Yet, with each passing moment, the task seems more impossible than ever.

Addressing the assembly with a voice that resonated authority, she acknowledged the unsettling truth revealed by the oracle. "The prophecy speaks of a love that defies our very essence—a union that threatens to unravel the centuries-old tapestry of our existence. We, the immortal children of the night, stand at the precipice of an unprecedented challenge. It is our duty to maintain order, to uphold the sanctity of our kind."

The air was still cold, the temperature having dropped significantly due to the Echo Wraith. The Echo Wraith is a haunting presence within the Cavern of Eternal Echoes, a place known for its labyrinthine complexity and the disturbing resonance of every sound. It glides silently through the caverns, leaving behind a trail of maddening echoes. These echoes are warped, amplified distortions that play on the deepest insecurities and fears of those who hear them. They take on the voices of the damned, whispering hidden regrets and unconfessed sins, often blending them with a cacophony of falsehoods to disorient and unsettle their victims.

“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.