Eternal Slumber Novels & Stories

But it didn't go well, father got really angry that I eavesdropped on him and completely refused to change his decision. I had no option left; I decided to end this matter myself. I took the eternal sword from the flame and entered the soul palace. Eternal sword is a fiery sword which can end any living thing's existence. Yes... it can kill even us celestial beings. We all can be killed with it and after getting stabbed by it, we will just stop existing... there will be no death or rebirth.

She has to find a way to pull out the ‘eternal sleep’ weapon that Argo said. “How can I get that weapon out of my father’s body?” Argo was just silent. The weapon of eternal sleep was hazardous. It was not lethal, but it put the person hit by the weapon to sleep. No one knew when they would wake up. The weapon has long been destroyed and forgotten by everyone.

"I won't forget. Have a beautiful night Shola. Kisses my favorite witch." The line disconnected, and Shola buried her head under her pillow. Then, within seconds, she had drifted off to sleep without much delay. She was so tired. Meanwhile, Fèmi was tired too, but not too much. It was just getting a bit late. He joined his mother in the dining room, had his dinner and then went to bed.

The next day. Vanessa hardly got any sleep until the early hours of the morning so she woke up a little tired. After Henry left her room last night, She ate the food he brought her, then returned the plate to the kitchen. She came back to her room, decided to watch TV for a while and then called it a night. But she ended up tossing around the bed. She couldn't get the naked image of Brian away from her head. For some reasons, the R18 image and scene of what transpired earlier in his room decided to hunt her when all she wanted was a good night's rest.

the woman says, passing a hand over the long-sunken burial mound, and the release begins. The human shell goes limp in the earth, folding inward on itself. Begins to break down, the magic’s hold slipping. “Thank God,” it croaks thickly from somewhere deep in its putrefied throat, through more than a dozen years of madness and rot. “Hold me. Oh, God. Thank God.” It starts to disintegrate, slowly at first, faster, crumbling into dust and chunky fragments with a final exhalation of relief. It is done. Mrs. Wintermute rests in eternal repose—fifteen black, hellish years after her death. After her rebirth.

All peoples are immovable as they cherish every note, every change of rhythm, and most especially that of the singing voice. The battlefield which is jam-packed with chaos divines corpses turned into a cemetery of peace as all inhabitants, gods and immortals and beast alike seemed like masterpieces frozen in time. The hate and gluttony of the chaos divines whereas the war intent and bloodlust of the gods and immortals were all forgotten. Nothing existed but only the melody of the song; a hymn of eternal slumber, the Sleep of the Giant. "Stimulating. Haven't heard that song in ages. Very nice, woman," the man said as his image can now be viewed upon the center

Survival, I am learning, is sometimes just choosing not to open certain wounds. The air shifts. Reality tightens like a held breath. Eternal stands in the center of the hall. She does not arrive. She is simply there. Seventeen forever. Silver-and-black hair caught between states. Eyes mismatched and endless. “I have information,” she says. Her voice is layered—Tempest beneath something older. “The pain shared it while I held it suspended.” Every hammer in the hall stills. “Emptiness is not destroying what it consumes,” Eternal continues. “It is storing it. Compressing matter, memory, and concept into a pocket dimension outside conventional reality.”

he rustled. “Lyra,” I said. “She’s not gone. She’s… scheduled.” Vanilla’s starlit eyes deepened. He produced a data-crystal, thinner and more complex than any he’d brought before. “I have been cross-referencing the Cartographers’ logs with… less official travel manifests. There are rumors. Of a place not on any map. A resort.” “A resort?” Lina scoffed. “She’s trapped at a cosmic spa?” “The ‘Eternal Repose,’” Vanilla said, his voice dropping. “It is a myth. A sanctuary for beings of pure narrative energy who have… earned a rest. But it is exclusive. By invitation only. The ultimate retirement community.”

The Blood Moon pulsed once more — a promise, a memory, a beginning. --- The Eternal Return Far beyond the new horizon, in realms unseen and unending, Seren closed her eyes and felt the rhythm rise again. > “She’s begun,” she whispered. Nareth’s voice echoed softly beside her. > “And so it continues.” The Flow shimmered. The song swelled. And as light filled the endless garden beyond creation, Seren, Lyra, and the universe itself whispered together—

It disturbs me greatly to see Natalie lying in my bed with Aiden, and just as Natalie goes to speak I hear Aiden’s deep masculine voice say “Natalie, you are mine you have always been mine, even if I have to keep you caged for the rest of eternity, I will do it.” Suddenly Natalie’s body starts trembling and all her muscles clench like she is about to hit him. Just as she starts screaming the dream fades and I find myself back in my bedroom.