Eternal Saringan Novels & Stories

I asked, my voice merely a whisper, "do vampires mate for eternity?" Lance took my face gently within his hands and looked directly into my eyes. "Yes, we mate not only for life, but for eternity." "Do you have a mate?" I asked, afraid of the answer. Lance smiled, amused by my interest. "If I would have, you would not be here." "Oh?" He took a deep breath, closing his eyes. "You would be dead," he said. He looked away, thinking, and then back into my eyes. "Do you remember when we met?"

They were connected forever, their destinies intertwined, their souls joined in eternal matrimony beyond the physical; A love eternal. This didn't make the Devil happy at all. He couldn't stand seeing them always reunited. He tried to come between them several times but he never succeeded. He even went as far as to kill Garin a couple of times but it didn't matter as he was always reborn and their love cycle continued.

"Thank you for being by my side Nora. The thought of you made me to fight for my life. I just pray that I get out of this place soon so that we can begin our love story till eternity. *********************** The gentle breeze blew through the trees as Ned and Nora walked through the familiar paths of the plantation. The sunlight filtered through the branches, casting a warm glow upon their faces. The scent of blooming flowers filled the air. Ned couldn't help but feel a sense of peace and contentment as he looked at Nora, his heart overflowing with love. The journey they had been through, the obstacles they had overcome, had only strengthened their bond. He knew, deep in his soul, that Nora

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.

The crowd held its breath. Darian turned, inhaling her scent again. Roses and peonies. Gods. She was everything. The mate he had searched for his entire life. The missing piece. The fire in his blood. Her heartbeat fluttered against his chest. Still alive. Still breathing. But faint. Too faint. He stormed inside the packhouse, his Beta and Gamma trailing behind, pushing open doors with his aura alone. Seraphina’s scent led him upstairs—through the corridor—straight to her room.