Eternal Slumber Novels & Stories

Too many responsibilities. Tea looked up at the scorching sun, squinting to look at the clouds. She listened to the birdsong that charmingly danced against her eardrums. She wiped the sweat off her perspiring forehead then rubbed it on her dirty, muddy vest which covered only her chest. She walked towards the corner of the still dirty floor and left the broom there, already weary from her hard work. The half-finished roof sheltered her from the heat and brought with it a refreshing coolness that satiated her body’s rising temperature. Her bright green eyes fluttered before coming to a stop at the curve of her cheek. And sleep came like a hunter closing on its prey. She dreamed. And when her

It resembled an altar, but not for worship. For testing. Kieran approached it. The structure was covered in glyphs, some familiar, some broken. Above it, suspended in that air, were seven translucent discs. Each one pulsed faintly, like a heartbeat. Below the discs, etched into the stone, glowed a phrase: “Only the silent may sing.” Kieran stared, trying to understand what this was asking of him. Then the discs began to hum. Not with sound but with memory. Each one projected a moment, faint and flickering.

Something far older than Sol, far older than the Creator, and far older than anything that had ever possessed a name or a concept. A massive, suffocating shadow stretched across eternity, blotting out the very concept of the void itself. It was watching. It was waiting. The First Traveler whispered a name into the dead silence—a name filled with a raw, genuine terror that humanity had never heard from him before. "The Sleeper." And out in the absolute, prehistoric darkness beyond all things... a single, colossal eye slowly opened.

“You took his immortality.” Forever had an expiry date.

He stared at her as if he wanted to take her apart to see how she ticked. Ethan’s hackles rose. A low growl started in his chest. "Lord Dorian," Ethan said, his voice cold. "The Star-Born do not leave their towers. Why are you here?" "We heard a echo," Dorian said, never taking his eyes off Emily. "A frequency we have not heard in a thousand years. The song of a Sleeper." Emily stiffened. The static in her head buzzed—a warning. "There are no Sleepers here," she said. "Only Wolves."

“Ana, I wish you had stayed too!” [I don’t have much time left. I keep calling Evan, but I can’t reach him. I miss him so much. These past few days, every time I close my eyes, all I see is how we first met. If only life could stay like that forever. Evan, I miss you so much.] Evan closed the diary. Then he drew the blade across his wrist, right over the artery. In the final moments of his life, Evan turned on the recorder. As words like “old lady,” “get on your knees and beg,” and “more entertaining than teasing a dog” filled his ears, it felt as if the blood in his veins had frozen.

The earned sleep. The sleep of a long task set down at the end.

she spat out venomously. *** “But, how could he be in slumber?” Aliyah asked, “he was fine last night.” Beruka sighed, “the eternal fire is known to protect it’s host and in a situation it can’t, it would light up the place surrounding the host and keep anything or anyone from going in or coming out until the host is healed or conscious. The king is not just a demon and two powers are working inside him with their own defense mechanism. To a nightwalker, when hurt or starved, they go into a slumber to reduce the speed of their damage or to wait till when a potential meal can pass. So in this case, the king is hurt and the nightwalker in him put him in slumber and the eternal fire set up this

The air was still cold, the temperature having dropped significantly due to the Echo Wraith. The Echo Wraith is a haunting presence within the Cavern of Eternal Echoes, a place known for its labyrinthine complexity and the disturbing resonance of every sound. It glides silently through the caverns, leaving behind a trail of maddening echoes. These echoes are warped, amplified distortions that play on the deepest insecurities and fears of those who hear them. They take on the voices of the damned, whispering hidden regrets and unconfessed sins, often blending them with a cacophony of falsehoods to disorient and unsettle their victims.

"Well, yes. That's for a human's perspective. But for us-a noble or a mythical creature as what human history says-it's natural. We can live for millennia and tens and hundreds of it, not aging. We can even enter eternal slumber if we want to. "But that's not always the case. Sometimes, one can enter a force eternal sleep if they committed a crime that is too grave beyond comprehension and the risk being known to the world is high or they took offense to the humankind that we're supposed to take care." -Cassielle Elise D. Dairen, the daughter of the duke, Clyde Estreno D. Dairen. The unknown duchess.