Eternal Reverence Novels & Stories

"But now, she has left, and I'm the one who is by your side. You have never said her name to me again, so I guess you must have let her go, and that's why you chose to stay with me, right? Even though you still don't want to make our relationship public, it's alright. I can wait. I'll wait until the very day you feel it's right. Whether it's three years, five years, or ten years, as long as you have me in your heart, I can keep waiting for you. "Do you think I'm really silly? From as far back as we can remember, we have always been by each other's side. Since my life started with you, I really hope that when I reach the end, the one by my side is still you, too. I don't know what the future

I completed my line in a low tone as my whole being was consumed in sympathy and grief and also a creeping fear for myself as well. "Farewell to the patriotic heroes of today, for your courage is ours to exalt throughout eternity." I bent on one knee when he had finished and placed the last stone as a memorial of the 20 brave men that walked through the valleys of death to defeat and conquer the Jama'atu Haram.

He looked back at her. “You want us to make a vow?” Ayaan queried. She nodded and they both looked at the sky. “The stars, moon, and the natural flowers are a witness that today, I promise to stick with you till the end. I will be yours till not even death can separate us,” she vowed. “The stars, moon, and natural flowers are a witness that today, I promise to love you, care for you, and stick with you beyond forever. Nothing, not even death can separate us,” he vowed too. “Aameen!”

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.

Grace explained to her. “Really?” Amara pouted her lips. “And why would my mother name me something like that?” Grace ruffled her hair. “Don’t you know that something everlasting is eternal? It means it will last forever, timeless and undying... I don’t know but, it could be your mother’s never-ending love for you, Amara. And perhaps that was how she wanted you to see it—that her love for you would be everlasting, and nothing and no one could ever change it, even time.”

Not the silence of emptiness, but of reverence—the silence of wolves who knew how to grieve in a language beyond words. Elders moved among the pyres, murmuring old rites. Their voices wove together like low wind through pines, carrying blessings to the fallen, prayers to the moon above that each spirit would be received as a warrior. Children clung to their mothers. Warriors clutched one another’s forearms in tight grips, grounding themselves in the only thing left that did not falter: bond, blood, pack.

“Offer it honestly.” Sienna’s heart snagged on a thorn it had grown itself. Lunaris regarded Ryder as if he were a child who had read the last page without permission. “Yes,” she said. “There is a mercy built into eternity. The first century, you will remember like a song you can conduct. The second, like a melody you hum without noticing. The third, as a story told by someone with your face. By the fifth, you will set down your love as you would set down a hot cup, gently, and with relief. Eternity is not a room where grief grows. It is a hallway with many doors. You will forget him because you must. Not because I hate you.”

Thousands of loyal wolves from every allied pack stand in hushed silence as the ancient elders step forward, lifting the heavy, gleaming Eternal Silver Crown and placing it firmly upon my head. The atmosphere is charged with a profound, reverent awe that commands absolute stillness across the entire summit. The crown, forged from the purest starlight-infused metal of the first vault, hums with a familiar, comforting resonance against my brow, anchoring my spirit to the collective heartbeat of our united people.

" What else do you have to offer apart from that? " " You don't sell your soul to me, I send you back to the world of the living with immense power and make you become tres eternal.. " " Eternal?, same eternal that got killed by silver, isn't eternal suppose to be Immortal, everlasting creatures " " You're right but there are levels of immortality, three levels, the uno eternal, an Immortal that does not age and die, they heal when they're wounded but gets killed by specific weapons and ways, vampires and demons are an example, then the second, the dos eternal, this immortals have a specific number of lives, you kill, they return until their spare lives are exhausted and the last of all, the

The newly healed wound at the center of the core began to glow with a brilliant, pearlescent radiance, and from the exact center of the Source—a figure slowly emerged. Light surrounded them. It was not the pure silver of Aurora’s dream, it was not the rich gold of the Hunger, and it was not the absolute darkness of Nihilus. It was something entirely beyond all three, a shifting spectrum that was impossible for a mortal or immortal eye to accurately describe. Aurora stared, her vision blurring. Beside her, the Keeper lowered their head immediately, sinking to one knee in a swift, instinctual gesture of absolute respect. The sight shocked everyone watching through the global network. The Keepe