Eternal Reflection Novels & Stories

It was not fleeting. It was eternal.

And in every one, a different version of Yvette. Some older. Some bleeding. Some smiling like Elias. Cara pointed. “That one isn’t you.” But it looked just like her. “Watch its hands,” Tristan said. And in the mirror, the reflection moved before she did. --- Suddenly, every candle in the room lit on its own. A voice echoed—not from the chamber, but from the mirrors. “Elise made you strong. I will make you eternal.” Yvette backed away. But the mirrors kept talking. “You already feel it. The flame inside. The inheritance. Don’t waste it on rebellion. Use it. Reign.”

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.

Thinking back, it all felt bittersweet. She smiled bitterly at the memory and opened her laptop to review the latest list of sponsored students. As she scrolled idly through old files, she paused at a folder from 10 years ago. Her hand moved instinctively to click it open. Before her mind could fully summon the image of Connor, dirt-streaked but beaming as he handed her a bouquet of fresh lilies, another name caught her eye: Felicia. Anne froze. She clicked on Felicia's profile, and the woman's face filled the screen without warning.

An incredible shiver ran through his body in a flash. The affirmation on his face and in his eyes at that moment, even from a distance, spoke volumes.

Stories of epic battles fought side by side, of kingdoms united under a banner of peace and reconciliation, and of a love so profound that it defied the very essence of their warring clans. "Their legacy has endured for centuries," Seraphina whispered, her eyes shimmering with tears as she closed the final scroll, its words echoing in her heart. "Yet the echoes of their sacrifice continue to resonate within our souls, guiding us toward a future where love, understanding, and unity can prevail."

He knew, deep in his soul, that Nora was his one true eternal love, his partner till eternity. They found themselves at the same spot in the plantation that held a special meaning for them. It was a clearing adorned with a carpet of colorful wildflowers, the same spot where Ned has made his vow to love Nora till eternity some years ago. Ned turned to face Nora, his eyes filled with adoration.

The silky coat was easy to move my hands through. I smiled at her as she allowed me move my fingers gently up her neck to her head. The contrast between my pale hands and her dark coat was intense. The pendant glowed on my chest, However, this time it shined white instead of grey. The color illuminated brightly between us and we both knew. I just had to accept her for all of this to be better. The pendent blinked once and went back to black. That must have been the part of the moon goddess’s love. Pure white. Blinding for the human eye.

It resembled an altar, but not for worship. For testing. Kieran approached it. The structure was covered in glyphs, some familiar, some broken. Above it, suspended in that air, were seven translucent discs. Each one pulsed faintly, like a heartbeat. Below the discs, etched into the stone, glowed a phrase: “Only the silent may sing.” Kieran stared, trying to understand what this was asking of him. Then the discs began to hum. Not with sound but with memory. Each one projected a moment, faint and flickering.

Driven by pure instinct as a doctor, I rushed over and immediately began performing CPR on him, but he suddenly grabbed my hand. I shouted in panic, “Let go! Are you trying to get yourself killed?” His eyes were unfocused, as if covered by a thin layer of fog, a sign that his consciousness was slipping away. “Summer.” He murmured my name softly, then pulled open his coat. Inside, carefully protected against his chest, was a perfectly preserved Skyspire snow lotus. “The lotus repairs damaged heart channels. You’ll get better. You won’t have to suffer anymore.” John’s obsession stunned all the people that were present on that moment.