Eternal Slumber Novels & Stories

That night Ebuka could not sleep throughout the night for that day, he had never been so embarrassed all his life, he felt so sad.

I shaked violently,as soon as I did, I felt him pour in me. He rolled off me ,mye became blurry.. "I love you Michael"I told him exhaustedly. I thought he didn't hear me...I just fell into a deep slumber. "I love you Natty" I heard him say but I was already asleep.

He tenderly kissed my lips and then everything went dark. I felt a light shining on me and opened my eyes noticing that I was somewhere else. -Welcome to your new home. I pinched myself to see if I was dreaming and indeed I was not. -Who are you, ¿why did you bring me here? -I'm sorry we were never formally introduced, my name is Morpheus and I will be your fiancé until we get married. -¡¿Marry?! ¿What do you mean, marry? -I see that they hid a lot of things from you, but don't worry, I'll make sure to answer all your doubts so that you feel comfortable here.

“You’re safe. You’re here with me. I swear by all that’s holy, I’ll never let something happen to you.” He caressed her face. Huddled against him she was bathed in moonlight from the window slit. Her silvery hair was a halo falling over her shoulders as she peered up at him. “It seems I wasn’t the only one haunted by nightmares tonight?” “No.” “What was this one?” He sighed. Leaning up. “You know, I suppose it’s easy for one who is not, to envision immortality as something beautiful. A state of eternal agelessness which they think will be filled with endless moments of ecstasy, greatness and enlightenment.”

Within an entirely different plane lay a force. A force lying in slumber for nothing in this present era feels worth its attention, for it misses the days when it was bathed in the blood of both its comrades and enemies. Now eons have passed, and time, from which it has long since unshackled itself, has no effect on its bones, but that may now seem more of a curse than a blessing, for its very mind craves something! Anything! Except peace. For that's all it sees in this era, so it took the best option... to go into an eternal rest, at least until something else that jogs its old bones comes along.

"I'd hope not, dearest. Then I would have already gone to deep sleep." "How does it work, this deep sleep?" "When one reaches a certain age, the desire for slumber grows stronger. But unlike normal sleep, deep sleep doesn’t last for a single night. It’s longer and more magical," Daemonikai explained, his voice taking on a distant quality. "One might lay down in their coffin-bed and awake a hundred years later, or two, or even three. Elders grow weary of the world, you see. They use deep sleep to pass the time.”

The world fades into a distant blur as Kalix succumbs to the pull of a deep, dreamless slumber, his senses dulled and his consciousness slipping away into the embrace of oblivion. In this fragile moment of transition, Kalix drifts into a state of profound stillness, the chaos and disruption of the outside world fading into a distant memory. As he surrenders to the gentle pull of sleep, his mind finds respite from the turmoil that surrounds him, and a sense of peace settles over him, offering a brief reprieve from the tumultuous events that have unfolded. In this fragile moment of respite, Kalix is enveloped in a cocoon of tranquility, shielded from the harsh realities of the world outside as

" Connor could not stop his voice from choking with emotion. They had already lost so many years. He could not bear to lose her again. Without a word, Anne walked into the bedroom and gently closed the door behind her. Sliding down the door, she bit her lip hard, but it could not stop the sobs from escaping her throat. Outside, Connor leaned against the door, listening to her cries. His heart felt as though it were being torn apart. That night, he sat by the door, keeping vigil for her. Neither of them had anticipated that they had lost each other in such a way all those years ago.

Our obsession shows our ETERNAL LOVE We are each other's ETERNAL OBSESSION. THE END

Her features, graceful and unmarred by the shadows of our world, seemed at peace, as though she'd slipped into a slumber from which she would soon awaken. Once Winter was laid gently in place, I held the coffin's lid for a moment longer, tracing the grain of its wood with my fingertips as if it could preserve her essence beyond this eternal goodbye. It was a selfish reprieve, an instant suspended in time, but eventually, gravity called me to relinquish her.