Eternal Slumber Novels & Stories

Juana climbed into bed feeling very sad. Tears welled up in her eyes. Could any good news come about her mom? She was as good as dead. But if she wanted to hear her voice, she always did hear it. She only had to close her eyes and imagine her still alive and around, calling her to come help in the kitchen. As soon as she opened her eyes, her voice was gone.

Not just from the wounds, but from the sheer weight of betrayal. She closed her eyes, expecting oblivion. But then— A pull. A strange, almost celestial force tugging at her soul. The darkness gave way to a sea of stars, the moon glowing impossibly bright. Golden tendrils wrapped around her lifeless body, warmth spreading through her cold limbs. The last thing she felt was a deep, soothing hum, like the universe itself was whispering a secret meant only for her. And then—nothing. Seraphina gasped, jolting upright in bed.

(Elijah) The Eternal Night Division was one of Aeternum's many secret military divisions, but it was undoubtedly the most formidable. Unlike the Special Forces, the Eternal Night Division surpassed all others in every aspect—physical attributes, effectiveness, and tactical prowess. What set them apart even further was the fact that every soldier in the division was a vampire, granting Aeternum an army of undying elite soldiers. However, it was precisely because they were vampires that their existence had to remain hidden. In the current age, vampires were still regarded as evil creatures, not just another race of humans. Revealing their existence would severely damage Aeternum's reputation a

In that moment, she yearned to remain in peaceful slumber, shielded from the harsh realities of the world. Just as she was engulfed by the darkness, the last thing she registered was the sound of a familiar voice urgently calling out her name. It echoed through the void, a poignant reminder of the connection she had with someone who cared deeply for her. With that final call, she succumbed to the depths of unconsciousness.

" 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

“Forever.” As the night came to a close, I held him tightly, savoring the final moments of his resistance. He was trapped in my world now, forever bound to me in this twisted dance of pleasure and pain. I could feel the weight of his despair, but it only fueled my desire. 65 ELIAS I lay in her embrace, every muscle in my body trembling from the intensity of our encounter. The euphoria of the night still pulsed through my veins, but it was mixed with a cold realization.

face, faintly visible in the light dust, peaceful as if in deep sleep, yet with an eternal sense of extinction. His Jovia was right before his eyes, slowly turning into... LIGHT DUST.

I inserted my hand into the pocket in my jacket and walked on. ~~~~ Fire! Screamed! Fear! Darkness! That was all I could pictured in my sleep for 13years of my life. I saw no faces, but a child crying so loud from a distance that do brushed my eardrum. Was this connected to the past I knew nothing about? I swallowed the heavy load in my throat, reached for the table clock on my table, then I dropped it back on the stool. It is morning already. I flicked off the blanket from me and rose up from the bed. I relieved this with music or exercise.

“The child does not belong to the pattern.” Eternity is a sequence of hunger and consumption, It is a long, dark thread that pulls the fabric of the physical world into the mouth of the abyss, we have tasted the souls of kings, the screams of stars, and the hollow echoes of those who thought they were gods.

"The price is paid. You may ask." Liora's heart ached for Ronan, but she pushed forward. "The Sleeper. One of the Fallen Pantheon. What is it? How do we stop its dreams from destroying the world?" The Echo swayed. "The Sleeper is known as Morpheus, the Shaper of Dreams. He did not fall in battle. He fell into despair. He saw the endless chaos of mortal lives, the pain, the fleeting joys, and he found it meaningless. He chose to sleep, to dream a perfect, orderly world. But his despair leaks out. His dream is a cancer."