Eternal Slumber Novels & Stories

"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."

To something much, much bigger. Ethereal took a step back, fading slightly, her form beginning to dissolve into smoke and starlight. “You must wake now,” she said. “They will need you. The smoke will fade soon, and with it, my reach.” “Wait!” I called, heart racing. “Will I see you again?” She smiled—not kindly, not cruelly. Just… eternally. “Only when you are ready to remember everything.” And then The temple collapsed into light. Everything turned white once more.

Unable to even speak a word, Eros carefully tucks my trembling arms back under the blankets "Your body is currently in a state of hypothermia. Due to your immortality, it isn't killing you but it also it also isn't absorbing any heat what so ever. This whole ordeal is quite strange. We've never seen or heard of anything like this happening before." she explains, sounding defeated at the end.

She raised her hand, and the shards in Kaelen’s hands began to float upward, being pulled toward the Dead Moon in the sky. "The 'Eternal Resonance' is being decommissioned," Elara announced, her voice sounding like the grind of tectonic plates. "The North will be allowed to remain in its grey state. It is a stable, non-disruptive existence. You should thank us for the silence." "The silence is a graveyard!" Kaelen roared. He stood up, his white-and-black hair standing on end as the "Twin Frequency" in his blood reached its terminal limit.

Eternis shrieked, its form fracturing, but the loom fought back, threads slicing her flesh, her glow fading, her heart stopping. A final vision surged: reality enduring, the nexus a beacon, her companions alive, but Jessica gone, her hollowness the sacrifice, her love a whisper in their souls. The nothingness roared, the starfield collapsing, and a new star flickered, radiant and nameless, pulsing with a truth beyond eternity.

Their silver-blue ember glowed in the central brazier, a promise that truth and love endure beyond every trial. Author’s Note Eternal Embers was inspired by my fascination with hidden societies, the power of choice, and the alchemy of art. I hope Isabelle’s sketches and Alexander’s courage encourage you to discover then rekindle the embers within your own story. .

Philanthropists. Not slaves. Not weapons. Not— Monsters building hell. One smile at a time. One success at a time. One— Victim at a time. Until— Everyone. Everywhere. Always. Forever. Ashford. Only Ashford. Nothing but— Ashford. Marcus. Always Marcus. Forever— Marcus. I closed my eyes. Accepted reality. Accepted— Eternity of this. Of service. Of— Perfect slavery. Aware slavery. Eternal slavery. Tomorrow it continued. Next day. Next year. Next—

Anything that could not be proven by science was not real. "Though the lovers from the name basically means love in your life it is also a sexual card." I choked again. My cheeks reddened at the mention of sex. " I realised from your reaction that you are...Et intacta pura ?" "Ate what?" "Et intacta pura. Pure and untouched. A deep burning desire will fill you. Your body shall awaken and you will thirst for only that person. Only he can put out the fire...he whose soul is bound to yours."

I then yawn as my eyes fall on the fancy clock on the wall. It is quite late, or should I say early? The time is 2:30 A.M. I open the door of my room and I walk outside, then down the stairs. To reach the kitchen, I have to walk through the living room. All the lights are off, but there is a some form of light that I can see. When I enter the living room, I see my dad sitting in the couch with his laptop. He turns to me once he sees me. “Oh, you’re awake.” He says softly.

It was beginning to rain outside, I wish I could wash all the stains life has kept on me away. I scooted close to him and placed my head on his chest and my hand around his abdomen. He tensed for a while but later turned me around spooning me. After some time, I heard his even breath on my neck. I concentrated on the warmth I felt and before I could realize I drifted off into slumber too. “wake up, Sleepyhead!”. Someone was replacing my Alarm clock today. I don't remember the last time I slept so peacefully. Elektra was hovering over me with her hands crossed on her chest.