Eternal Reverence Novels & Stories

one guard defended himself. “Now, what do we do if she decides to open her beak?” said the nun, anxiously reaching for another dry handkerchief to continue wiping the mother’s face. “She’s out of her mind. No one will believe her,” said the guard with a hint of disdain. Mother Superior began to walk around the place as she always did when she was furious and needed to think. It calmed her down and helped her relax. The windows were covered with heavy curtains that kept out the dawn light. The office was adorned with old crucifixes and dark furniture that made it all the more frightening.

The ceremony was simple, but the solemnity of the moment felt profound. "Beloved gathered here," the priestess began, her voice soft yet resonating through the field, "we stand in solemn remembrance of a brave soul who has answered the call of the eternal. Today, we honor not just a soldier, but a guardian of our realm—a heart that beat with courage and devotion. In life, he fought for justice and light, facing darkness with unwavering strength. His sacrifice echoes through our lives, a reminder of the price we pay for peace.

Instead, it was a holy space, a chapel within him where this love resided. Love endured beyond death: in the foundation that bore their name, in the son who had found his way home, in the quiet courage he took with him into every boardroom. And it was here-in the dark, with the scent of beeswax in the air-a private, eternal flame that no scandal, no war, no amount of power could ever douse. The king turned from the window. The anniversary was observed, his vow renewed. He was still, and would always be, Joe's. -----

Each piece was accompanied by a brief inscription in flowing Latin and English, celebrating the Ember Circle’s rebirth in truth. Guests murmured in admiration: Montrose scholars, Vale dignitaries, Father Laurent in his austere cassock, and representatives from Bellford’s art and academic societies. At the room’s far end, Alexander stood beside a carved lectern draped in the Montrose and Vale banners, waiting to formally announce the Hall’s new joint patronage of ethical scholarship.

He simply reached out and took my hand, pulling me to my feet. The casual, simple warmth of his skin against mine was more overwhelming than any calculated kiss. He looked at me, his eyes gentle, no longer calculating the angle of his coup, but simply seeing me — the person who had been called Chimamanda in her nightmare. "Thank you for talking to me," he whispered, his voice low, his sincerity a dangerous, intoxicating perfume. He lowered his head and kissed me — a slow, deliberate press of lips that stole every thought I’d been holding together. This wasn’t the fierce, claiming heat he’d unleashed in the pool. This was careful… almost reverent. Like he was afraid I’d break.

Cherish the moments' Katherine Flynn wiped her eyes, "Make sure you don't bring up the past". When she came outside Katherine Flynn bumped into someone and lost her balance. Before her butt could touch the floor, someone caught her in arms.

The priest’s voice rose and fell as he recited the prayers. "Requiem aeternam dona ei, Domine, et lux perpetua luceat ei." "Grant her eternal rest, O Lord, and let perpetual light shine upon her." The priest beside him interpreted. Rafael stood on my left. Lucia on my right. Their presence was the only thing keeping me upright. My father stood across the grave, alone. His face was carved from stone, but his hands — his hands trembled at his sides. The priest lifted a small brass thurible, swinging it gently. The smoke of frankincense curled upward, disappearing into the pale morning sky.

It was something I would just have to deal with when the time came. “Please, Cindy. I need to protect her.” Cindy nodded while sighing mournfully. “I wish there was another way my sweet, please try and relax as I begin” I closed my eyes, letting the soft smells of her house wash over me. Always a comfort. I hugged little Sera through my stomach keeping her to the forefront of my mind. I call on thy ancestors, Bury the bloodline, Disallow the power to fester, No more will it shine. Hide the power from all,

’ The white-haired man was named Bredon Chase, a superb powerhouse at the ninetieth level of the Eonian Realm. There was the Eternal Realm and Everlasting Realm above the Eonian Realm, but one was already an absolute powerhouse at the ninetieth level of the Eonian Realm. It was because the powerhouses of the Eternal Realm were as rare as hens’ teeth. There were nine of them in the entire Chi universe. As for the Everlasting Realm, it had long been an ancient legend. The Everlasting Door had not been opened for several epochs. No one knew where those in the Everlasting would go once they crossed the Everlasting Door.

One of the women spoke too, questioning the one talking to me. "I never knew they were this close. But don't worry guys, Levi knows better than to associate himself with vermin like her" she replied, looking straight into my eyes. Her tone was very harsh, and I didn't even wanna know what 'vermin' meant. "He's into women with class and status, he has absolutely nothing to do with her, just watch and see as he would soon dispose of her like trash, like he does to every other woman who doesn't knows her place ans comes running to him" Dispose? Well boss Levi did say he regretted saving me right? And that I was causing too much trouble...maybe he really would dispose of me. But he hadn't asked